The Angel and The Devil

Chapter 9: Confused, Deceived, yet Determined

Author's Note: I'm so sorry! It's been 3 weeks since I updated! I will tell you how deeply sorry I am, but please let me finish the stories I started. Sorry for the long wait, and remember, Constructive Criticism is allowed, I DO NOT OWN THE HARVEST MOON GAMES, and I placed 3rd in both of my Regatta Races! Viva la Los Gatos!

Lionel led Chelsea back up to Will's bedroom, no doubt where they would have their "fun." Chelsea opened the door, going inside and sitting on Will's bed, looking up at Lionel.

"Chelsea?" Lionel watched, as she snuggled up into the covers of the bed.

"Yes Will?" Chelsea blushed a bit, looking at him. "Hey, your eyes are red."

"It's because I want you right now…"Lionel lunged towards Chelsea, frightening her a bit and he pulled off the covers. He was leaning over her, staring at the white lingerie dress Will had offered. It made her body look so nice, so firm, so smooth, which only made Lionel want her more. Chelsea, out of fear, began to scoot backwards until she hit the wall, sitting up on the bed. Lionel pinned her down, pushing her shoulders onto the bed to keep her right where he wanted her. She squirmed, but Lionel stared right at her, tilting her face towards him so he could see her blue eyes. He leaned down, as Chelsea's heart began to race in fear, not wanting this. Lionel felt it, since their bonds were still on her, but didn't pay any attention to it. He inched towards her face, she still struggling beneath him.

"Will, stop…I don't want this-" Chelsea was interrupted when Lionel pressed his lips against hers, a warm exchange of body heat passing through them. Chelsea's eyes widen, and then her eyelids lowered a bit, making herself look vulnerable as she found an unknown pleasure in kissing Will. Suddenly, she pushed him away and jumped off the bed, about to open the door, but then stopped. "I…I shouldn't have done that…Goodnight, Will." Chelsea opened the door, about to leave until she felt a hand jerk her back into Will's room. His arm was over her neck, pushing her back against Will's chest, feeling the erection firmly against her as she again struggled to get away from his grasp.

"Let go of me, Will." Chelsea glared at him.

"Why should I?" Lionel barked back, his head on her shoulder.

"Because I…I can't be with you…you're the devil and I'm an angel. The only thing we should be involved in is rivalry." She slapped his hands off of her, as she made a sprint for the guest room, locking the door behind her. She let out a sigh of annoyance, not sure what to yet make of Will.

"Heh…I'll just have to bring me out of her room…"

"Lionel! What the hell did you do?" Will pushed Lionel back, finally regaining his own body.

"I told you I'd steal a kiss from her. I wanted so much more, but that girl is just a scaredy-cat." Lionel sighed. "She's only come to enjoy it though. I'll make her enjoy it." He licked his lips and only received a long, dark glare from Will.

"Lionel, I'm going to make Regis destroy you tomorrow. You've gone too far!" Will got into his bed and went under the covers of his bed. "I'm seeing his tomorrow…I was trying to help her, but you're too troublesome! I'll get rid of you while I'm at it!" Will pouts and falls into a deep sleep, leaving Lionel watching him and scowling. After a moment, Lionel sighs and goes back into Will as his shadow, hoping he might change his mind in the morning.

After last night's ruckus, Chelsea had woken up at 6:30 am with a slight pain in her right arm. Still half asleep, she lifted up her covers and saw her pure black right arm.

"It's still here?" Chelsea said to herself. She knows exactly why her arm is black, but it still hasn't sunk into yet. Getting on her knees, Chelsea began to pray, "God, please help me enjoy the few days I have left…I wish to see you again soon." Going to the closet, Chelsea put on a black dress with white ribbons on the hem with the red bandana that Will gave her. It didn't match very well, but as long as she was okay and protected she would be fine…right? She headed down to the kitchen and was slightly surprised to see Will there.

"Ummm…Good morning, Will. I didn't expect you to be up by now."

"Well, I have to take you with me to see Regis, so I thought if I woke up earlier, I might be more alert."

"Oh. Okay…wait, what?" Chelsea looked at him. "Did you say I'm coming with you?"

"Well, why not?" Will gave her a questioning glance.

"Well, because, isn't he the devil? You know, your master?"

"What about it? Spill it out already, Chelsea." Will rubbed his head, still sleeply from waking up too early.

"You won't give him to me…will you? You promised…" She looked at Will hesitantly, waiting for an answer. Will just gave her a smile and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him.

"I won't. Promise." He smiled. "Now, hurry up and make breakfast. I'm pretty hungry."

"Yes, Master William." Chelsea hopped away and into the kitchen. "I…I mean, yes Will!" She hurriedly tried to make breakfast to hide her mistake. She made a few scrambled eggs and began to fry some bacon in a similar pan, filling the room with delicious aromas. Will was slightly amused and watched her, wondering what to do exactly. He needed a plan if he was to get Chelsea out of the grips of hell, and if possible, back on earth, where she might enjoy her last days. He hadn't intended on bringing her with him in the first place, but the thought of leaving her alone again would be something he couldn't risk. Now, normally he would give the angel immediately to Regis to "devour," but he needed Regis to let her go this time, but how? As he thought of a plan, he heard the clatter of a plate as breakfast was set out in front of him. A big batch of eggs and few strips of perfectly cooked bacon was set out for him, and the smile that glowed on Chelsea's face made him slightly at ease.

'There's no way I'll let her be taken…no matter what.' His smile was a reflection of hers, and after eating the breakfast with great haste, he looked at the time. 7:50 am. He grabbed Chelsea by the hand, which surprised her.

"Are you ready, Chelsea?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I think. Oh, before we go, can I wear your jacket?"

"Should I ask why?" His eyebrow raised a bit.

"Well, so I don't show myself too much…please?" He looked down at her and was reminded of her white skin, especially around her chest area, where the strapless part of the dress showed it off. That, and if the wind even blew the slightest, the thong that was put aside with the dress would reveal off her thighs and thong. A perverted grin grew on his face again, remembering why he had chosen that to be her outfit for staying in.

"No way. You'll look suspicious if you try to cover up. Plus, all women in hell dress like that, and then some." She growled a bit at him for saying that, but she didn't have much choice to argue.

"Let's go, Will." The determination in her voice was equal to that on her face; she was not going down without a fight, if she needed to. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into him.

'Yes. Let's."

No matter what laid in front of their path, as long as Will was willing to help her and she enjoyed her last days, she had nothing to fear. Not even the Devil himself.

Stay toned! Next Chapter: The Devil's Decision