Halloween Prompt

Chapter: 4

Amelia stood back up and let out a weary sigh, really feeling the burning in her legs. She seriously needed to work out more if her body was this exhausted. She huffed and the two men stared at her like they didn't quite know how to respond to seeing her there. She grinned at that and flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder self-assuredly. "Speechless, huh? I'll take that as a compliment."

The smaller man with the dark cropped hairstyle turned to look at his acquaintance uncertainly. "Who is this jester?"

"Jester?" Amelia scuffed and pointed a wrathful finger at the small man who stared at the digit. "Coming from a dude dressed up as a," she paused and swung her finger around as she tried to come up with something. "Gothic monk, maybe? Possibly? Bottom line here is that you're the one who looks like a total noob, not me!"

The man narrowed his eyes at her with a look of disgust and confusion on his face. Amelia almost grinned at the fact that she must have hit some type of nerve in him for that kind of priceless expression.

While he continued to glare at her speechless, she turned her attention on the man's partner whose figure was almost hidden from the street cop that he was holding up. By the twitching in the cops feet, Amelia was sure that the cop was still alive and that she arrived just in time two save both him and his unconscious collogue on the sidewalk.

With her goal now set in her heroic mind, she took a daring step to the side to get a full view and glare at the man holding the cop from around the neck. He was next on her list to snarl and yell at but as soon as her left foot hit the ground and her eyes landed on the man, she stiffened.

Unlike his gothic monk accomplice, this man was a sight to behold. From head to toe he wore dark layers that looked as glorious as it did rich. He had an eccentric vest on with many silver buttons that traveled from his lower torso all the way up to the tight ring of a collar that securely clamped the top shut. Staring at it she realized it was an eerie green color that could almost pass as black, which was the color of every other piece of clothing he bore.

A chilled breeze blew from behind her and she watched his long, obscure cape flutter up from his feet and sway subtly behind his ankles. She trailed her eyes up the last part of him that she was trying to avoid, his face.

His green eyes glared into her blues just as firmly as she meant to do to him before his guise memorized her. Realizing that he must had been watching her when she was gapping at him just moments ago, Amelia quickly straightened her stance and tried to focus more on the situation at hand than his good looks. Wait, what?

"What are you?" he said lowly, almost hauntingly and Amelia would've been scared by his tone if it weren't for him saying 'what' instead of 'who'. He either had extremely bad manners or thought of himself as all out righteous or something over the top. Either way it made Amelia scowl sternly at him and want to knock the guy down a few steps.

"Funny, seems like I just had a similar conversation with short stuff over there." She jabbed a finger at the said man, who was actually about her height if not an inch shorter. He was just a whole lot smaller than the blonde man in the fancy get up before her.

His scowl seemed to deepen and Amelia heard the poor cop wheeze in his grasp. She paused to come up with a solution that would get the guy to release the man and not have her take his place.

She let out a stiff breath and placed her hands firmly on her hips in attempt to look like she had the situation totally under control. So far she felt she did since no one was dead…yet. She raised her chin at an angle like she was complicating something then did a small shrug with her shoulders.

"How about this," she saw the man give her a look like she wasn't one to make propositions and he wasn't one to submit. "You release the cops, walk away in one piece, and I won't pick fun at your costumes. How about it?" She glanced back and forth at the two oddly dressed men for any signs of agreement but saw none. They didn't even seem to fully understand what she was saying because of the continuous peculiar stares she was receiving.

Seconds passed and still neither of them said anything, so Amelia figured that the only way to handle this was with some form of magic. She knew enough to repel people backwards, create stable barriers, and cast light in dark places. They weren't strong spells, but they were all that she was capable of without a wand. Still it would be enough to bounce these dweebs around and knock them out until she called for help.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to gather the magic that had been bubbling in her chest since she left her apartment. If she weren't so distracted by trying to save the day, she'd have noticed that her inner magic was still trying to still pull her particularly forward.

She could feel it flowing through her limbs and ball at the center of her palms as small streams swirled up her fingers and gathered at the tips, ready to sprout by her command.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself swallowed in pools of enchanted emerald that were drinking her image in. For some reason she felt her cheeks heating and her courage diminish slightly. Her magic pulsed just as hot and hard as her blood the longer she stared into the man's bewitching eyes.

The faintest smile curled on his lips and the first thing that came to mind was that he knew. But that wasn't possible. In fact, it was impossible. Only other witches could distinguish another witch with some type of magical connection and Amelia certainly didn't feel a witchy connection with these freaks, especially the one that wouldn't stop staring at her.

Amelia yanked her head to the side to focus her stare on the dark haired man instead for less pressure but found that he was now staring at her with a look of either disbelief or resentment. Not finding herself calming much from under his gaze either, she turned back to the other and saw that his grin had settled and he looked charmed, almost elated.

"So-so like I said," she swallowed and tried refocusing on her magic. "let the cops go and you can walk away unharmed." The slight quiver in her voice made the declaration sound weak and unsure, so she hoped her expression looked tough enough to back up her words.

"You dare threaten my King?" the man to her right growled and she quickly darted her eyes over at him as he started to march toward her.

"No need to get vicious, Kiku. She is by no means a threat to either of us." The growling man, Kiku, halted at once and shot a look at the other man. When Amelia calmed just slightly, she noticed that the man who was approaching her had his fingers flexed out as if he had claws at the tips. How weird…

"Sire, you sense it as much do I, so why is she of no threat?" Kiku inquired and shot Amelia an annoyed glare before turning his eyes back on the other man. She just raised an eyebrow at him but also turned to the other man to hear what he had so say.

The blonde man didn't even spare Amelia a glance before he spoke again. "Because her abilities are but only of a novice. Shameful really, for one to fall so far behind while her kind are usually such persistent creatures. I'd even assume she's an outcast amongst her kind. It'd explain her lack of skill and maturity." He said the words so monotonously as if it were a given but to Amelia they stung.

She hadn't even realized that she was gaping at the man until he turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Plus, a witch with no coven is a weak witch. She'll never last."

That was the final nail in the coffin. Amelia's shoulders fell as she staggered back a few clumsy steps, staring at nothing but the crude sidewalk under her feet. They knew what she was but the worst part was that they knew just how weak she really was too.

How? How could he have possibly known what she was and what little she was capable of? She was certain that he was no witch, so what was he? When she looked up at him past her dangling bangs, she noticed that he was just watching her, studying her.

Who was he?

Now that she knew he wasn't any ordinary person or his accomplice, Amelia definitely had to save the cops and somehow herself. To them she may be weak and not a threat, but she was going to give them hell before taking her down.

Arthur watched the witch stagger backwards after his honest statement. By the expression on her face it appeared as those he surprised her in some way, which was odd because he only said the honest truth. Did the mortal not know of her heritage or that she was even a witch?

He felt the growing swell of magic in his core the longer he drew the confrontation out. When he first woke up in this world, he wasn't able to feel the slightest connection to his magic or capabilities. It was frustrating considering there were creatures from his realm that walked amongst the mortals and were still able to access their magic and hold to their true form when commanded, so why was it different for him?

It must be in some connection with the spell that brought him and his general here. Who ever had opened the portal and thrust them through wanted them to arrive weak and vulnerable, resulting in them becoming humans. He almost would've thought himself and his general as such until this witch stumbled upon them and magic suddenly started to pour into him.

He wondered briefly if Kiku could feel the unexpected power swelling inside him too.

The Demon King felt something squirm against the glove in his hand and he darted his eyes back up to the mortal he still held off the ground. As much as he would've enjoyed witnessing him turn another shade of lovely blue, which for some reason the particular color was starting to grow on him, he decided on dropping the mortal to the ground. The weak being groaned but made no attempts to stand or retreat and just laid there at his boots.

"Hey pretty boy."

The Demon King lifted an eyebrow then turned to face the woman witch but before he could even focus on her, he felt as if a rug had been pulled out from underneath him and he went flying backwards. His back hit the ground hard, but not hard enough to cause him ant real pain. He just lain there and blinked a couple of times up at the sky he was now suddenly facing.

"How dare you-!" he heard his servant shout before there was a loud cracking sound followed by a bright light.

There was a thump and a low growl soon next to him and Arthur didn't even have to turn his head to know that his servant had the same happen to him. Interesting.

"Sire! Are you all right?" Kiku asked surprised as if he just realized whom he had landed next to him.

The Demon King sighed and sat himself up, leaning back on one hand and propping his right knee up. He stared ahead at the female witch who stood there ready to attack if one of them were to suddenly leap at her, which was probably what Kiku did to have him shot down so roughly.

"Did my message get across to you two now?!" she glared at them with her hand up and ready to aim again. "I know that you both know what I am and if you're lucky I'll still let you walk."

It struck odd to Arthur that such a low level witch would have so much confidence and challenge two other beings that were way above her skill and creature class entirely. Unless… She didn't know what or who they were. For some reason that made the Demon King bitter and he pushed himself up and starting striding toward the woman who looked slightly started by his quick movement.

She took a step away and held her petite hand directly in front him but Arthur didn't even flinch. There was another beam of light but Arthur was quick, he swiftly dove out of its way and darted forward before the witch even had time to realize that she had missed.

He was next to her before the flash even completely faded from her hand. She jumped in surprise to him suddenly being there so close to her. He stared down into her frightened eyes and saw his mortal reflection in them.

Before she had the chance to as so much move, he grabbed at her right hand and twisted it behind her back and pulled her into his chest. She hollered out in either pain or surprise before swinging a fist up as if to punch him in the face from over her shoulder. Of course, though, she wasn't quick enough and he caught her fist with his other free hand. He held is out and away from him as she cursed and thrashed against him. He had to admit she was a lot stronger than he thought her to be but nerveless he was stronger when it came down to it.

"Let go of me you pervert!" she wriggled in his grasp again but to no avail. The constant bumping into his chest was growing fairly annoying though, so he leant down to where his lips were right at her ear. Being so close to her face, Arthur was able to feel the heat flowing off her. He watched her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and the thrashing falter.

"If you don't stop your struggling, I'll show you some real magic." He grinned and felt his lips skid her ear lobe and her heat linger on his skin. "And I promise it will leave quite the toll on you after."

The woman froze and Arthur could feel her pulse quicken with the way his fingers grasped around her thin wrist. He could also feel the warmth from her skin seep through his gloves and into his hands. The odd feeling made his fingers slightly twitch.

When she didn't seem to attempt anther escape, Arthur loosened his hold on her arm that he had in between them. He heard a soft sigh escape her lips after the action and he wondered if the position he had her arm had been hurting her more than she was letting him see.

It was quiet for a while till Arthur felt the turning of her head against his chest and he peered down at her. He was a whole head length taller than her so he was looking down at her in an awkward angle but was still able to examine her face enough to see that it was still a shade of pinkish red. Her pulse from under his fingers was still pumping faster than average.

"I promise not to attack you again if," She paused and looked away before saying the next part. "if you don't show any of that magic to me…" she gulped nervously and Arthur just continued to stare down at her.

He didn't understand why she said the word 'magic' the way she did. It didn't occur to him that it could possibly mean anything else. Perhaps the woman realized his true identity after all. A self-satisfactory grin came to his lips as he thought about this.

The Demon King leant back down to her ear and felt her stiffen against him. "I have you to thank for that you know." He went on not seeming to notice her reaction. "As soon as I laid eyes on you, I could feel it practically bowling inside me. I was afraid to consider I didn't have it in me anymore." He thought back to when he woke up in the woods and feeling completely powerless.

"J-Just by looking me?" she squeaked and Arthur nodded, knowing she could probably feel the gesture next to her head.

He felt her bum move subtly against his hips and her freeze when she bumped into the handle of his sword that he had hidden beneath his cape. Her posture somehow changed awkwardly and Arthur assumed that was because she realized he had a weapon on him.

"It seems you've found Britannia." he moved the side that his sword hung and rubbed her lower back with it.

"Y-You named it!?" she all but gasped and tried to fidget away from it but he held her still.

The Demon King raised an eyebrow and peered at her but her hair shielded her face from him. "Don't all great kings do?"

"More like old creepy perverts!" she scuffed and Arthur leaned away in confusion. He read more than enough human myths and legends to know that Kings and knights would always name their faithful sword.

She now she genially scared and he thought it best to calm her in case she tried revolt against him again or try some type of trick.

He rolled his eyes and even softened his grip on her. "Don't fret over it love, I have no intention of penetrating you with-"

There was a brief moment where his hands became empty, clutching nothing but the air until the wind was suddenly knocked out of him when something hard swung in between his legs. He fell forward and grabbed at his crotch as he felt his knees start to go weak. The sudden sensation to puke came over him but he refused to show such helplessness.

He looked up though his half open eyelids and saw the woman standing in front of him with her red face matching the red glowing light in her hands.

Oh no…

She grunted as she swung and the last thing Arthur saw was the ferocious look on her face with him thinking how attractive it was before his face smacked the pavement.

Amelia was fuming and didn't think about how much power she put into the punch until there was a flash of red and the perverted cosplayer was fast asleep on the sidewalk.

When he hit the ground she heard a clank and waited till her breath calmed down before walking up to him to investigate. She was about a foot from his still body until she felt a whack against the back of her heard. Her vision blurred and she swore she saw dancing hamburgers before she fell over too.

Kiku stood there staring angrily at the blonde witch, making sure she was unconscious and not a threat. He looked down at the black club in his hand that he took earlier from one of the male mortals. At the time he thought of the weapon useless but if it could put down a witch then it wasn't so useless after all.

When he looked back to the woman and his King that were passed out right next to each other, he frowned at the pair. There was two of them and only one of him. And unfortunately he was the smallest of the three.

He stuck the club into a department in his sleeve and walked around to kneel next to his king. The spot on his left cheek where he had been punched was already swelling and the color morphing darkly. His King was definitely not going to be happy about that when he woke up.

Kiku sighed and glanced around the empty street and the dark roadways. For the time being there weren't any people wandering around but soon the sun would be up and mortals would start to gather around them. He then looked to the woman for a long moment before standing up and walking around to her side. He squatted down to her and studied her attire until he discovered departments in her brown skinned jacket.

He reached inside the one closest to him and stopped when his hand hit something firm and square. He pulled it out and stared at the item that seemed to be folded. He opened it and saw a picture of the woman grinning up at him. He didn't know if this item would help them in any way but it was a start.

The demon stood up when he remembered about the two mortals that were also passed out nearby. He frowned and stared at the four unconscious people all in the small area.

Maybe he should have thought twice before knocking the witch out…

AN: No Amelia! Not the family royal jewels!

See you lovelies next time when his majesty and Amelia wake up!