Author's note! This is dedicated to a best friend who really wants me to finish this story XD lolz I hope everyone who reads this is pleased, if not then you never have to read this again! Oh the joys of the internet! Yay!
(P.s. I re-uploaded all 3 chapters due to this was my first fic and the layout was bulky and shit lol, I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors that still slipped though XD)
Chapter one:
The first encounter:
Francis walked the dark, desolate streets of London. The clock had just struck two in the morning and the fog was already rolling into the damp streets. Dark shadows and terrifying shapes danced in the early morning fog, Francis has grown used to the shades and lesser demons following him through the night, He is a half-demon after all. The son of a powerful Arch Demon and a French whore... well... now a dead French whore. Francis licked his lips and smiled sadistically as he though back to when he killed his weak human mother. He remembered her screams echoing down the dark French alleyway, her deep crimson blood coating the brick walls of the buildings that stood on either side. Her limbs scattered and her mangled body left on the loose gravel that covered the street. Francis would never forget that day, his first kill, the first time he tasted human blood, and the first time he gave into his demonic side. Finding prey had been an easy task for Francis once he has grown older, seeing as he is a half-demon he aged until the age of twenty-six. His shoulder length blond hair practically flowed from atop his head and his eyes were the clearest pigment of light blue that anyone would ever see. Francis is very handsome, and he knows it, although it is almost as if he just has that aura about him that pulls people into him. Into his arms and into their death, it has happened like this for decades and it will happen for centuries to come. Francis smiled again, showing a few sharpened teeth. One shade caught his attention in the corner of his eye and he walked over to is, looking at the shade curiously.
"Bonjour there, and who might you be?" Francis asked sweetly, a light French accent gracing his lips.
"Hello. I am a messenger sent from the Underworld. And I have a message for one... ... ... Francis Bonnefoy. Is that you?" The shade replied in a monotone voice. No notable accent and no fluxuations in its voice. Francis hates shades for that reason and that reason alone. They never show any emotion, and what is life if you cannot express emotions? He is half human after all.
"Oui. I am Francis Bonnefoy, and who sent you? What is this message you have for me?" Francis let some of the frustration drip from his voice. He had hoped to find dinner tonight, not be held up by a useless shade with a message he didn't care about.
"Arch Demon Lucifer wishes an audience with his son. He said it is of vital importance and that if you do not accept there will be consequences."
"Ha!" Francis practically spat at the shade. "Well please tell my Dear Father to Fuck Off! I do not, nor will I ever want to see him. He has shunned and abandoned me because I am a half-breed. He left me with that useless Bitch of a mother and expected me not to kill her? Ha! Tell your precious Arch Demon that is he wants to see his son then he can come in person!" And with that Francis ran his hand through that shade, dispersing it into millions of fog pieces.
The other shades and lesser demons began to mutter amongst themselves over what they witnessed. No one shows disrespect for the Arch Demon, let alone does THAT! What would he do to Francis they wondered. But Francis did not care, his Father had abandoned him... his Father left him to die because he is half human. Francis laughed to himself. "What does he think he can do to me? Tell me to be a good boy and not to get into trouble? Ha! Don't make me laugh Father!" And with that Francis walked down the alleyway again, his long black trench coat dragged along the cobblestone road. The lesser demons and shades following slowly and reluctantly behind him.
The grand clock in the middle of London struck four in the morning. The low pitched ding, ding, ding radiated through the damp streets and the silent houses. "Damn" Francis muttered to himself, "I had hoped to find at least a little food tonight. Maybe even another human pet... My last one didn't last long. A Chinese man named Yao if I remember correctly, he screamed so much..." Francis laughed to himself again, Enjoying the memories of the screaming little man dangling from the chains in his main torture chamber... The steps that Francis took made a light echo on the moist cobblestone ground. Muffled mostly by the darkness that shrouded Francis like an invisible cloak in the shadows... Out of the corner of his eyes, Francis spotted a human, gingerly walking along the side of one of the alley walls. This human looked drunk, but nonetheless food is food. Francis walked up to the human, noticing his short blond hair, sea green eyes, and his very bushy eyebrows. "He looks good, maybe I should keep him? I can find food anywhere... but this human, he looks special." Francis thought to himself as he looked over his prey.
"Oi! You there! Wh-who are you? Following me around in this alleyway? I'm from bloody England! -hic!- " The man suddenly looked at Francis, he was drunk... very drunk. Francis could smell the alcohol on his breath and from his clothes. This man looked handsome nonetheless. The stench almost radiated off of the man. His clothes looked like that of a normal drunken Englishman, his blue button up shirt was tattered and hanging out of his pants, which were black dress pants. Had he been at a wedding? Or maybe a funeral? It doesn't matter right now anyways.
"Bonjour mon ami. I was walking by and I was concerned about you. You look like you could use some help. Do you mind if I carry you back to your house? Just tell me the direction." Francis responded, letting his voice slip into a very sweet and sincere sounding tone. This tone always worked on unsuspecting prey, if it failed then Francis would be very surprised. But nevertheless Francis swooped up the strange man bridal style and carried him down the alleyway.
"Apartment number 42, a few blocks away from he-here.. -hic!- you are a nice one, huh? My name is Arthur, Arthur Kirkland... What's your name stranger?"
"You will find out, mon cher... You will find out." And with that Francis knocked Arthur unconscious. The shades following Francis giggled and laughed at the production playing before them. Francis also smiled happily, throwing Arthur over his shoulder and walking silently down the alleyway. A small shade, almost the size of a child approached Francis.
"A-are you really going to take him home sir?" It asked Francis, almost a sad tone in it's voice. Francis was intrigued by the smallest glimpse of emotion is a shades voice, so he bent down so he would be eye to eye with the little one.
"Of course not little one. Why on earth would I do something like that?" Francis smiled sadistically, making the little shade giggle with joy. Soon after it giggled the shade quickly dispersed only leaving a trace of fog in it's place. Francis stood up, making sure that Arthur was secured on his shoulder and began to walk down the alleyway again. This time towards his house, a large Victorian Mansion that is supposedly haunted... well, it is better that humans think that. Francis used to share the house with other creatures of the night but we shall say that they... left willingly.
Francis reached the large door of his house, lightly kicking the door open. The door squeaked and moaned as if it hadn't been opened in centuries. Francis walked in slowly, adjusting his eyes to the pitch black darkness that engulfed him and breathing in the damp air that filled the room, the air smelled of fear and death. Oh how Francis loves it here, it reminds him of what he thinks Hell would be like... The place that he is never allowed to be, because he is a 'useless half-bread' as his father puts it... Francis walked with Arthur into a room that was not usually meant for torture, but more of a... ... ... relaxation room, or at least that is what Francis likes to call it. There is a large king sized bed in the middle of the room and a golden chandelier above it, there is nothing else in the room... aside from a small end table and anyone that knew Francis could guess what filled the two drawers. Francis set Arthur down gently on the bed, covering him with the blackened sheets although that was after he handcuffed Arthur's hands to the bed. So he can not escape in the morning if Francis is out, or more importantly if Francis is eating a random human he picked up off the street. After covering Arthur, Francis crawled onto the bed and loomed over Arthur, watching his sleeping face.
"We will have so much fun when you wake up my new pet..." Francis whispered into Arthur's ear. Smiling demonically, and licking the side of Arthur's face...
End of Chapter one! Leave me reviews if you so wish! Reviwes save Hitler babies! ... Just remember that...
Fare-thee-well my lovelies! Je t'aime mon amis! -hugs for all-