Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 10

Four months had past and May had adjusted well to life in Hell. Yippee had come to love Tyra—more or less cause, as her sister had said, it was cute and Yippee was a little kid. May had grown to be able to identify food grown in Hell—which the Demon still slipped on her plate every now and again. Other than that, May had found she could actually carry on a conversion between herself and the Demon. Though usually the Demon will say something to annoy her after five minutes. Even, more or less, gotten use to sleeping during the day.

But today was one of those less times. May just could not make herself sleep. She tossed and turned until about midday. "Ugh! I give up!" May groaned and sat up. Quickly dressing—never know when the Demon's gonna be awake as well—, she tiptoed out the door. Maybe she could find Timble, he's always good to talk to.

After checking all around, May found that that day was one of the few Timble actually slept. May sighed, now what. Hands in the pockets of the dress, she walked down the hall until the door that seemed blacker then the rest loomed over head.

Still, she'd never been in the room. Biting her lip, Timble's warning rang in her head. "What could one peek hurt?" May reason—the voice of very temptation resistant teacher she'd ever had screaming in her mind. "I'm damned in Hell…" She reminded them, touching the extremely cold door handle. Shuddering, she opened the door.

It was a room unlike that of any other in the house. It smelt faintly of honeysuckle from the glowing candles that flickered about. The room seemed to be shrouded in dark golden radiance. Pretty, May thought, stepping in. The door shutting behind her. She jumped, spinning around, trying to open the door. Great, I'm locked in…

The room did have a large bay window. Maybe she could climb out. Tiptoeing over, May grabbed the black curtains and pulled them over a bit. A shaft of light cut through the darkness. As May watched the dust dance around in the light she heard a moaned and the sound of sheets and blankets rubbing together. She stiffen and when her eyes fell on the owner of the moan, she felt her heart stop. Quickly shutting the curtains, May waited for the Demon to suddenly wake up. Luckily for her, he stayed asleep.

Slumping down to the soft dark red carpet, she sighed. Okay, now what? She couldn't just stay there and wait for him to wake! He's ripe her head off, or one of the other things Timble said. May waited, trying to think for a while.

May stood up carefully, heading towards the other side of the bed. To her shock, when sleeping, the Demon had the face of child-like innocence. May stared at this cherub face. How could that be a Demon at anytime?

May smiled softly, reaching out to push a lock of green hair out of his face. As she did, his hand shot out and, as if by magic, the candles blew out. Before May could utter a word, she was thrown by her wrist, crashing into the tables at which the candles had sat.

May groaned, holding her head, shards of glass from the candle holders, hot wax, and splinters embedded themselves in her back. Before she could sit, The Demon was suddenly holding her down. Though, this wasn't the Demon she had come to know. This Demon's eyes were glowing red, like a paper lantern. His lips were drawn up in a snarl, fangs showing. Hand pinned her down by her throat.

May gasped, the Demon grip tightening. What was happening? What this what Timble meant by depending on his mood she might be dead? The Demon leaned down to her face, growling. "Please, Demon, Master, DREW, stop!" May forced the words through her lips. The Demon blinked a few times, his eyes returning to norm.

"Huh?" He leaned up—though not getting off of her. "May…? What are you doing in here?" He snarled, getting off of the Angel.

May broke down then, sobbing from fear and pain, "I…I'm sorry."

The Demon looked down at the Angel, who was curled into a ball. What was she doing in here? Didn't she know better? Then he noticed the blood oozing from her back. Bending down to his knees, he positioned the Angel so that she was sitting and her back towards him.

Though not the real reason he had got all servant dresses with buttons on the back, it was still good to have access to her back. He frowned, the collision with the table and the items on it did a number on her. As he reached out to grab a shard, the Angel stiffen. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." It didn't really relax her, but it did calm her slightly.

After picking all the shards and splinters out, Drew placed his palms flat on her back. "This might hurt a little." He told her. Taking a breath, He forced solely on healing the Angel—not anything else. Though healing a resident of Heaven took less out of him than healing a reside of Hell took out of her, it still cause him to feel light head. "Better?"

She nodded slightly, falling back into him. "You know," She mused, eye gazed over slightly "You're really cute when you're asleep." With that last thought, the Angel pasted out.