Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 8

Drew leaned down and set a hand on the little girl's head. "Laramie, don't bring up anything about parents alright?"

"Why?" She asked.

"Because…I lost mine a long time ago, and don't like to be reminded how," He told her.

"I lost mine a long time ago too, Master. And I like to think about them," Laramie said, grabbing his hand and looking at it. "But if you don't want to remember, then okay. I wouldn't talk about them around you."

"Thanks," He said.

"Just tell me. What happened?" Laramie cocked her head.

"They…were killed," He said simply, talking back his hand. "Now, go bug Timble."

"Okie-Dokie!" She gave a left-handed saluted and ran away.

"Yup, my family was killed…" He sighed. "Killed by an Angel."

Flash-Back

Drew, who was about seven at the time, had never seen Angels before until that day—and wish he never had seen them. All around lie the bodies of his family and friends. It wasn't fair. What had he done to them to deserve this? Even though he was young, he knew why. He was born in Hell, he was a Demon. They were born in Heaven, they were Angels.

He ground his teeth, looking on as the Angels left. The leaders of the Angels looked at him, smirking. It was at that moment that he swore revenge on that Angel by any means necessary. And when an Demon of the Hayden line made a promise to themselves, they kept it.

"Norman, come on." Another Angel called. The leader nodded, leaving Drew.

End Flash-Back

Drew still had never seen that Angel, Norman, again. And he still vowed revenge, though. One day he would hurt that Angel as much has he had hurt him. Drew clenched his fists so hard that his nails left slivers of blood.

May glanced out the door. The Demon was gone. Good.

"Hey, Angel Lady!" Laramie chirped from behind her.

"Oh, hello Laramie." She greeted.

"Are you okay? Timble used to try to scare Moe, Yippee, and me with stories about the Master," Laramie looked her over. "I don't think there true though. He says the Master hurt people, a lot. But, he didn't hurt you, so he must be lying…" May wasn;t sure if she should tell Laramie that the Demon had hurt her the day before. "I'm gonna see Moe and Yippee. Bye!" With that the little girl was gone.

"Um, bye," May waved. "I wonder if she really knows he's a Demon."

"I doubt it," May jumped at the sound of the Demon's voice. "She's a little kid, as far as she's concerned I'm as human as she is…or you are." The Demon walked by May, and leaned on the banister. "And, don't try to push me off. Unlike you, I have wings."

May snapped her fingers. "There goes that plan…" The Demon chuckled.

"Now, if you fell, you'd break that tiny thing you call a neck—which is one of my plans," The Demon observed. "But you've only been here, what? Two days? What a waste that would be."

"So you wouldn't catch me," May asked, really hoping he'd say 'no.'

"Maybe…everything around here depends solely on my mood. I hope you realize that," The Demon turned and walked off. "It was nice talking with you, May. You know, without you trying to kill me or freaking out about my presence." It was just as he disappeared did May realize that she had just had a conversation with the Demon. It was strange, she hadn't once flinched away when he pasted. She shook her head.

"Having an almost pleasant conversation with a Demon, please let me wake up from this dream soon." May muttered.

Drew smirked. "She said dream. Not nightmare."