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We've been having to study for finals. Yuck!!!!
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A now on with the story!
Time ticked by as I stood there, a professionally dressed pixie standing in my palm and a seven foot tall red guy standing in front of me bickering with a rat and I had to blink. This had to be some weird dream induced by all the chemical radiation from the chemo treatment… No way was I holding a pixie in my hand as she ignored a rat man, and a man that could rival Shaquel O'Neal in height!
Right, it's all a dream.
I looked over at the seven foot tall guy and inwardly shivered, wishing at this point that it really wasn't a dream.
I guess the muscles in my hand twitched or something, because the pixie girl Claya looked up and smiled at me. "This isn't a dream silly!" She giggled. "The High Lord of Hell wants you as his mate for all of eternity! Isn't it exciting!?!" She asked as she jumped up and down in my palm. "The rest of the pixies and I will have so much to do! We'll get to help you with you're clothes and we get to help he cooks prepare the food for the feast and-!"
"Women." Mumbled the rat guy, causing the excited pixie in my hand to turn and glare at said man, her sharply pointed ears twitching.
"Like you'd know what any woman outside of a priestess acts like you mangy, plague carrying, flea ridden rodent!" She yelled while stomping her foot, her blue eyes throwing threats of maiming and pain at him.
"Now, now… Children behave." Chuckled the giant red guy. "We haven't even told the poor guy our names yet." He said as he turned to me, his light golden eyes felt like they were piercing my soul and I couldn't look away. "Hey." He said with a smirk as he stepped closer to me. I reflexively took a step back, my hand on my violin case tightening a bit. He took another step, so did I. It went on like that until I felt the back of my knees knock up against the pew, causing myself to fall onto the wood with a loud and inelegant thud.
Ow… Ok, not a dream…
I watched as he sat next to me, slinging his normal arm around the back of the pew and placed his stone hand on his thigh, his bulky stone fingers grazed my hip and caused the flesh on my leg to quiver even as I forced myself to move away from his touch. He frowned as I moved. "As I'm sure you already know, my name's Anung-un-rama, the pixie jumping around in your hand is Claya, and the rat in the robe is Orpheus." He told me.
"For some reason I think you all already know my name." I said as I looked at all of them. "That was some entrance you did. Are you guys part of A Broadway Group or something?" I asked. The rat looked at me as though I'd lost my mind, Red (I decided to start calling him that because it's shorter then Anung-whatever) muttered something to the effect of 'not on your life', and Claya just giggled.
"No you silly human!" She said teasingly. "We're here to take you to the Underworld!" She said, then sighed at my look of shock. "You know, the fiery pit? Seven levels? Hell?... Haven't you ever read Dante's Inferno?!" She ask as my shocked look continued. I nodded and she sighed in relief. "Good."
"What that damn little menace means to say," Started Orpheus. "is that you are going to Hell to become the High Lord's partner."
"P-partner?" I squeaked out.
"You know kid…be there for me, help me run the damn place, watch which people go to heaven or hell, stuff like that." Red said.
My shoulders relaxed slightly, my hand on my case relaxed a little. "Oh, well…uh, I'm flattered…but I really can't-"
"You forgot the most important part of being the High Lord's partner." Orpheus interrupted, earning a glare from Red. "That he would have to keep you happy in bed too."
"What!?" I yelled, jumping up from the pew and startling Claya, who flew out of my hand. I glared at them all and then blinked when Claya flew in front of me as if to block me. I stepped around her and took two steps when I felt something wrap around my waist and pull me back into Red's lap. I shivered.
What a weird day.
I glared at Orpheus. That damn rat! I had almost had him!
The kid was starting to relax, maybe even warm up to the idea…
The keyword being was.
I watched him start to leave and wrapped my tail around his waist and pulled him into my lap. Damn when he shivered it felt good. He unconsciously wiggled against me and I had to force myself from jumping him then and there. Damn it! I was hoping to just convince him to walk down the steps with me, but now I was gonna have to carry him down the fuckin' steps with my tail! I sighed and shook my head. I hadn't said anything about him having to be my bed mate, but now that he knew…
Maybe there was still a way to get him to warm up to the idea again…
"You know… the whole bed thing doesn't have to happen until you want it to…" I whispered in his ear. Time to switch convincing tactics a bit. The tip of my tail stroked his hip while my normal hand rubbed up and down his left arm, and I couldn't help but smile as his beautiful lithe body shivered against me again. I kissed his ear and nuzzled the back of his neck. "I…" I trailed off, remembering from his file that he helped people, especially if they pulled the card I was about to. "I don't have anyone else to turn to." I said in the most pitiful voice I could and rubbed my nose against the nape of his neck. "You seem to be the only person that really understands loneliness. And just think of it kid; no more cancer, no more being shoved into confining spaces, no chemo, no more being alone in your sickness…" I whispered as I turned him around to look at me. I saw him worrying his bottom lip.
Yes!
"No."
I blinked in shock and looked at the top of his head as he looked down. 'No'? What the hell? I just got done telling him the ok points, hadn't even gotten to the best points of all this, and I get a 'No'? "What?" I asked in a serious tone. I saw Claya bite her bottom lip out of the corner of my eye and Orpheus stood a bit straighter. "I don't think I caught that. You were talking into my chest." I said, his head popped up.
"No, N-O, Nein, no thanks, not a chance, Niet… Any other ways I can say no to you to make you understand?"
I growled when I saw the determined gleam in his eyes. "You know how long you have to live? Two days. Two fuckin' measly days. What could possibly happen, besides you dying, in that amount of time? Why waste it wondering how you're gonna die when I'm giving you the option of not dying at all!?"
"Anung-un-rama! Control yourself!" Shouted a female voice from the stairwell. "Honestly! The way you carry on you'd think you were a spoiled four year old instead of a spoiled sixty-four year old." She said as she walked out, her spiky red hair with black tips complemented her pale skin, her dark golden eyes stuck out against her light skin and dark hair, along with the cat slits for pupils. She held her had out to John as the black ears on top of her head twitched and the black tail swished behind her. "Hello," She said with a smile. "I'm Maria Kathryn Blatt. Everyone downstairs calls me Kathy."
John took her hand. "I-I'm John." He said. She nodded, smiled and hugged him, her fingers stroked along the back of his neck, her eye narrowing in triumph when she found what she was looking for, and then she purred into his ear.
"Nice to meet you." She said and squeezed. I felt him go slack in my arms and felt a pang of guilt over having to take him this way. Although he didn't give me much choice! I told myself, which made my mental self laugh. "He'll stay in the sleepers touch until after the ceremony. When he wakes you will be the one to deal with him." Kathy said, coldly staring into my own gold eyes. She turned and stalked to the stairs and I saw Claya follow her. I heard them start to talk as I started to gather John into my arms. "I feel sorry for him Claya… for him to have to go through all of this for him…" I smiled, thinking she was talking about me. "He shouldn't have to be put through this." I listened even closer as I grabbed his violin case with my tail.
"I know baby… but how else will he ever find a mate? He's rejected everyone downstairs."
Baby?!?!
"I still don't feel right about this. Me Claya… Me! The one that has no emotions towards humans. I feel bad about taking him without him knowing what's going on…"
"Kathy, we've got to trust that the High Lord knows what he's doing. It's for the good of us all I'm sure of it!"
I felt the guilt at the fact that this was just something I wanted.
"Yeah. Let's just hope that he really does stay asleep for the ceremony… otherwise I have a feeling Hell won't be the worst torture for us anymore."
Amen to that. I thought to myself as I looked down at the sleeping man in my arms.
One more time with the threat… SPORK!
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Andi?
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She's dead!!!!!!!! My writer is dead!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I'm not dead!
Oh, in that case… I WILL EAT YOU WITH A SPORK IF YOU DON'T REVIEW!
I was hoping to make her stop… I'm sorry…
Love,
Dana (SPORK) & Andi… (forgive Dana…)