Blue Embers

Rating: T

Summary: AU Most people would run away if they found out they were being chosen as the Prince of Hell's bride. Most people wouldn't give up their dreams and try to love the Devil. But most people aren't like Tino Väinämöinen. SuFin.

BrooklynBabbii

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.:Chapter Two:.

Markings

Tino clutched his face, not from the slight pain starting to build up in his head, but from total fear and shock. Peter called his name a few times and then came running and then stopped short of the bathroom, and then he whispered, "Mama…? What's that on your face?" He frowned, and tried to come closer but Tino's whimpers stopped him.

Tino was in a state of mental panic. He darted a look into his bathroom mirror and winced. It was a faint but elaborate butterfly design that rimmed his cheeks with tiny flower buds at seemingly random places on the tiny vines and amongst even tinier leaf clusters.

This isn't happening, he thought, glooming. I'm dreaming, all I need is a slight pinch and things will be okay. He tried to be positive but he was suddenly so tired. He didn't have time to deal with this. He had work in half an hour, a kid to drop off for tutoring at the same employer he would have to come back at the end of his first job.

He shook his head, he could not-would not- believe this. It was obviously a trick. At least, he tried to think that way as he stood on shaking legs to where he could stand without the fear of falling. Then he saw it:

It was the soft print of tiny vines, curves and with itty-bitty butterflies curled up, running up his legs at the sides, with their own tiny leaves and flowers. Their flowers appeared to be in buds, like his face, and did not look like they would open soon.

He was shocked he had seen them when he woken up but, then again, he only saw them because he was facing the light. They were really light, barely even the barest blue and could easily be mistaken for veins.

He blinked and then groaned as he covered his face with his hands. He chanced a look at them and sighed in relief, when he saw his arms were still free of any of the mysterious tattoos. He didn't need anymore and he certainly did not want anymore.

It might jeopardize his occupational standing at the ratty factory he worked at. He didn't know how Ivan would react, and as much as he didn't like the Russian, he needed Peter put through the best education possible so he wouldn't have to live like Tino was when he was older.

"Mama? Are you alright?" Tino looked up and found, to his utter shock, that he was lying on the floor. He pushed himself up with his arms, and tried his best to smile at Peter. The little boy was rubbing at his eyes, obviously still sleepy, and he had a bad case of bed head.

Tino smiled, and then opened his mouth, only to stop short when he saw something in the dark windows. It made his heart seize and, at the same time, made his blood boil. Tino felt anger help him rise as he pulled Peter close and behind him. "Get out," he ordered, and the figure in the window simply stared at him.

The stare was cold, and actually made Tino's legs feel like putty under him. The stare put him off his edge and intimidated him immensely. But he held his head high, kept their eyes as level as they could be with the height difference, and stood strong.

This was his house, damn it, even if it was shitty, he could throw the figure out. He hadn't been invited in.

"How do yo' like the d'signs?" The figure asked, as he turned his attention to what was going on outside in the night. His eyes followed something and when he looked at Tino, his sapphire eyes seemed to glitter. Tino didn't let himself be swayed by appearances.

"Get out, I want you out of my house," and then he emphasized, "Right now, not when you feel like it." The figure looked at him and then down at Peter. He blinked slowly, and then after a short pause, he said, "You have a son."

Tino didn't know how to respond to that, so he just nodded, "Yes, now get ou—"

He was cut short as the figure started to rise off the worn window seat. "I like kids. I always some, but I was told I had to have a wife, first."

He looked up from Peter, and to Tino, who froze. The figure's eyes were black, and his skin was near white. "I want you as a wife. You will be my wife."

"Mama, what's going on?" Peter asked from behind Tino as the temperature dropped severely in the room. The floors were growing dark with each step the figure took. Tino looked down at his feet, wondering why he couldn't move his feet. Then he hissed in a breath.

The tiny vines on his legs were humming a faint deep thrum. The flowers glowed, their light emitting as a soft hue of electric blue. With each hum, came a pulse of some sort through Tino and he found himself being given a harder time to breathe. Every forced breath made it hard to think, and even harder to calm his blurred vision.

He blinked, tears falling down his cheeks and making the tattoos there hiss. Pain pounded in his head and he tried his best to glare at the figure that was within five feet of him. "Get…out," he choked, and then gasped as a torrent of pain went through him. Peter said something that he didn't catch and he felt a cool breeze try to life his chin.

At the cool touch, his tattoos seemed to stop humming but the pain in his head only tripled in response. The figure was staring at him, his face going darker as he said, "I want a wife, I want children, you are going to give them to me. You will be my wife."

Tino felt some spite rise in him, licking his lips, he said, "Bite me, bastard." Peter went still behind him and Tino was about to apologize for speaking so vulgarly around him when he looked back and saw Peter wasn't there. Only a faint cloud of white air was in his place.

Tino's face went white, his heart racing, and then he heard Peter's soft gasp of breath. His head snapped back to the figure. He was holding Peter in his arms like he would hold a tiny baby. Peter's eyes were glowing, and he had a faint little vine sprouting on his cheek.

Tino's heart wanted to shatter, but he couldn't move. He could barely speak, "Wait, what are you—

Peter's face was slowly growing tiny purple vines with even tinier flowers. It was nearly identical to Tino's, but his was curlier and seemed more innocent-like. His flowers seemed to be in the middle of blooming.

Tino's eyes widened as he heard Peter's slight hiccup, a sound he made when he was in pain, "Stop, please, st—

But the figure didn't stop, he just looked at Peter, as the little boy in his arms writhed and hiccupped and cried and finally went still as the small flower on his forehead opened to full bloom. Tino's heart sank to his knees, as did his body, tears following as he saw Peter's dull blue eyes and how white his skin had become.

The figure murmured something and then he patted Peter's head, like he was just some dog who had done a neat trick. Tino could feel his heart breaking in his chest. His face hurt. His head hurt. His teeth hurt. Everything on and in him was just hurting.

"You really shouldn't scare your m'ther like that, wake up," the figure said, and Tino's head lifted up. He had to be joking. Peter's body was so still in his arms. His eyes were so dull and dark. His skin was whiter than it should ever be.

He was dead, Tino mentally sobbed; the little boy he had raised was dead in the arms of a complete stranger.

And all because he had turned his back…

Then, Peter shocked Tino into near shock, when he opened his eyes slowly. Then, he closed them hurriedly, as if the light hurt them. He whimpered as he opened his eyes, squinting so the light was easier for him to handle, and yawned, revealing sharper teeth. He blinked and Tino saw his eye were an interesting shade of blue-green.

He blinked again and Tino saw, through his tears, how easily the little boy smiled. As if nothing was wrong. Peter waved at him, as the figure smiled, as if happy with his handiwork. He set Peter down on his feet, and though Peter wobbled the first few seconds, he soon regained his balance as he held on to the figure's hand. He smiled at Tino, "Hi mama."

There was a faint lisp there, as if the new teeth were giving him some resistance with his words. Tino's face darkened as he snapped at the figure, "What did you do to my baby?"

Peter looked confused and afraid as Tino continued, still unable to lift himself from the floor. "What did you do to my baby?" His eyes were watering again, but he was choking also, that might have been the reason.

His throat kept closing and then opening up, as if in a spasm, and his entire body was hurting. His tattoos were glowing and humming lightly. He was finding it harder to breathe, why was it so hard to breathe?

He heard the figure's voice echo in his mind, "Stop fighting it, let it settle and you will stop hurting." Tino didn't know what to do, but he tried. He at least tried to stop fighting whatever was happening to him. He took a breath and then held it—

Right as a strange sort of warmth washed over him, ever so slowly, starting from the very tips of his toes to his hair. His eyes sprang open and he found himself in the figure's lap. He blinked as he looked down. His breath seized him; his face went white in shock as he felt Peter hug him from behind.

Blue tattoos, they were all over his skin- now a deathly shade of white. Those blue vines were thicker now, and their leaves seemed to flutter on his skin in an unseen wind as the flowers shone an electric blue in their full bloomed glory.

Over his feet were tiny butterflies, fluttering their wings about and stretching. He couldn't believe his eyes as he traced the designs upwards to see the intricate floral designs tracing his entire body. He could see beautiful flowers on his arms and a larger flower on the back of his palm.

He hadn't known it but he was staring at himself in horror as the figure said, "And now you can become my wife." Tino felt as if his head was too heavy to support on his neck. He couldn't meet the figure's eyes. "We can now be a family."

Peter laughed, "Yeah, and I can play with other kids, right?" Tino could almost see the figure lie in how he felt him nod.

Tino stared, horrified, at the floor. He didn't know it, but—

He had just, unceremoniously, become the bride of the Prince of Hell.

I think the suspense and mild shock of this chapter should be able to satisfy you guys for awhile.

If not, review and tell me to get off my ass and update again.

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Um, that's really all I have to say for now. In other news, my stories, "Our Make-Believe Land" and "In Tune" shall be updated soon. Some of my fans of that story reading this so be expecting that sometime this week or into the next.

Ugh, at least some of my stories are ending soon…Thank Gott.

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