Sad because I discontinued one of my stories, and lost a couple of reviewers.
Can't please everyone, I'm afraid.
But at the same time happy, because I get to make it my own instead of following the anime storyline. Woooh.
I want to take the time to thank the first couple people who favorite and followed my story. Thank you, M loves you~~
Carry on!
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Humans are truly troublesome.
Due to my queen's clumsiness, she has gotten herself into even more danger.
I sighed as I watched her from afar as she collided into a large, burly man who was two times bigger than she was. He picked her up by her delicate throat, tossing her around as if she were a rag doll. I mentally snarled at the sight. She began to talk back to him.
"Hell would be better than going somewhere with you," she retorted.
Curse that girl's big mouth.
In his fury, the giant tossed her into the street, completely vulnerable to being ran over. She let out a yell of pain, which further enraged me. I readied myself to move her, then halted.
She must say my name first, it would do her better to get use to saying it.
I waited for a couple of seconds, until she finally called my name for help.
"CLAUDE!"
Smirking smugly, I swooshed in, grabbing her around her shoulders and legs and landing quietly on the sidewalk, next to the disgusting creature that had unsuccessfully tried to kill her. I looked down at my queen with fury in my eyes. I showed her that I was not happy.
"Honestly, my queen. Why did you go and leave your apartment? You were safe there, and now look. You've gone and hurt yourself."
A look of relief crossed her features, and an emotion sparked in her eye. She opened her mouth to talk back, but was interrupted by the man who was watching us in utter fear.
"M-Monster!" he shouted, slipping on his heel and running away like the coward he was. Weakling. I could easily catch up to him and kill him with a snap of my fingers.
My queen slumped in my arms, looking completely worn out. I was well aware of her situation, after all; she has been tracking me for the past two hours. I can't imagine why she would go through such extreme limits to find me when she could of just called for me. I would have instantly heard her plea no matter where I was in the world.
"You know, you have some explaining to do."
She gave me a glare that had no effect on me, and I inwardly chuckled. Her pride would be the death of her.
I nodded, bowing my head in silent respect. "Yes, my queen. Please hold on tightly, I do not want to accidently drop you."
"Huh? W-"
She let out a little yelp as I enhanced my speed while jumping over various rooftops, dashing here and there on the way to her small little home. She clung to me in fear of looking down, or in fear of getting something in her eyes. It amused me of how small and fragile she was.
I traveled for a little while longer, stopping in front of her residence. "We are here," I notified her.
She looked in front of her, confirming that we were indeed at her apartment. Surprise etched every one of her features. Or perhaps disbelief?
"Now, let us go and take a look at your ankle."
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"Ow, owowowow…..OW, OKAY IT HURTS!"
I sighed for about the tenth time. My queen would not stop squirming, which further agitated me. I tried holding her calve still so I could feel the sides of her ankle. It was not a major injury; only minor.
"It is just a sprain," I assured her. "You should be able to walk in the next couple of days. Until then, please stay here and do not move around too much. If you need any assistance, I will help you." With that being said, I stood from my spot on the floor, striding over to her bedroom door to look for supplies. "I will be back shortly, I will go retrieve some bandages to wrap it up."
"Not so fast, Claude."
I stopped in my tracks, turning my head to her. I felt her emotions well up, the anger cloaking me like a thick blanket.
"Why did you lie to me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. I was a bit confused; what had I done to anger her so?
"About what, my queen?" I asked, completely oblivious. "I do not have the foggiest idea of what you are talking about."
"Don't play dumb!" She snapped, and I nearly growled at her incompetence. Stubborn human. "You killed those men! Why?!"
So that was what this was about. I had hoped that she would have left something like this alone, for it was better for her health, physically and mentally. I pushed my glasses up onto my nose, closing my eyes briefly. I heard her gasp a bit as my eyes flashed before returning to their usual golden-amber color.
"I did not want to burden you with knowing that I had killed them. They would have done the same to someone else if they lived, perhaps even you again. Is that what you would have wanted?"
She paused, running over scenarios in her head. I could tell that she both disagreed and agreed with me. One side of her was frightened, and the other side was grateful. She came to a conclusion quicker than I thought.
"Even so," she muttered quietly. "Sending them to jail would have been a better idea."
I bowed to her, placing a hand over my dead heart. "I apologize, I will not act without your orders again, my queen."
"At least we've come to an understanding."
I nodded, disappearing from her sight as the conversation was over. I had to retrieve the bandages so that the pain would ebb from her ankle. Honestly, humans are weak creatures.
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"I am all done, my queen." I alerted her, finishing up wrapping her injury. She let out a long sigh of relief, glad that I was done. It seems that she was in pain longer than I anticipated.
"It's a good thing I don't have school for another week," she yawned out, probably thanking whatever god she had worshiped. It did not matter at all, though. Her soul fully belonged to me, for eternity.
"So, what were you doing for two hours?" She suddenly asked. I blinked. It was fairly obvious, of course.
"I was fulfilling your order, of course." I answered matter-of-factly. She let out an unladylike snort, that I found most unattractive.
"So, you got my necklace, then?" She grinned a bit, disbelief lacing her tone. I almost wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation. She truly needed to be taught a lesson on how a covenant worked.
Before she could continue going on about how I "hadn't retrieved her necklace", I held out the shiny blue pendant in front of her face, careful not to snag the chain on my tailcoat.
In seconds, tears sprouted in her eyes as she took the pendant, holding it close to her chest as if trying to put it into her heart.
"Your orders are absolute, my queen. " I muttered. "Anything you wish, I shall grant you. Just give me the word and I will obey."
"Y-You…you really…" she stopped her sentence short as she buried her face in her hands, crying out all of the sadness and distress she had evident in the past few days. I placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. I despised humans; this much was true. But I did respect some of their traits. Seeing my queen cry did spark anger in me, but I held it in.
My thoughts were interrupted when I was pulled down in her embrace, as she held tightly to my neck, sobbing all of her anguish in my shoulder. I froze, not used to the contact. How interesting. A soul-eating, ravenous demon at one petite, weak human girl's whim. I was really beginning to fall low.
"Thank you…" she cried, holding on tighter than I thought possible for such a small girl. "Thank you…"
No, thank you, I nearly purred in my thoughts, the smell of her soul blinding my "kind" intention. Soon, your soul will be mine. I will no longer be hungry for quite some time. Do you have any idea what you do to me? Foolish girl. You are nearly playing into my hands, or should I say, my web of darkness.
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"Claude, please come here." I called out into the empty living room. In seconds, the demon butler appeared in front of me, bowing at my service. I was reading the newspaper, looking at some job descriptions that were meant for teens and young adults. And wow, one really intrigued me.
"How can I help you, my queen?"
I smiled. He was always at my beck-and-call. I pointed to the ad, nearly shaking in excitement. I could stand and jump for joy, but my ankle still hurt pretty badly.
"How would you feel about being my partner in crime?" I asked mischievously. He gave a slightly confused look, peering down at where I was pointing.
It read:
DETECTIVE JOB APP., SPONSERED BY THE L.A.P.D. IF YOU WISH TO HELP STOP CRIME IN LOS ANGELES, THIS IS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO SHOW YOUR SKILLS. INTERVIEWS BEGIN MONDAY, DECEMBER 2ND AT 4:00-9:00 P.M. SHARP. EARLY ARRIVERS ARE WELCOME. HURRY, THERE ARE ONLY FIVE SPOTS OPEN. AGAIN, IF YOU WOULD LIKE A CAREER IN THE CRIME INVESTIGATION FIELD, DON'T MISS YOUR CHANCE!
"Don't miss your chance, indeed."
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This was mostly just Claude's P.O.V of the last chapter, but it is also the start of my own arc, which will be called "Murder Arc". Convenient, no?
Yes, it's mainstream. I promise it will be better than the name, though.
R&R Please, my lovelies ;*