Chapter 10
(A/N: Wow 10 chapters already! And we have a new winner of the contest so that character will be in this chapter as well. the contest is over so congrats to the winners and the ones who guessed If you were wondering the shadows are Matthew's dad and Francis's mom. Enjoy loves~)
The pipe came crashing down only to be met by a sword. Gilbert shoved Matthew to the side as Ivan kept attacking. Matthew and Jessamine sat on the sidelines at the edge of the clearing watching. Matthew was working on a flower chain for Jessamines' hair and she was making purple-black roses grow for Matthew to weave into the chain. Both looked bored as the constant clinking of metal on metal started to slow.
"Matthew do you think we should stop them?" Jessie asked looking over at him.
Matthew looked up and shook his head no.
"They'll run out of energy soon. Besides do you really want to get in between them?" Matthew said raising one pale brow.
Jessie shook her head and continued making different types of flowers. They had actually made six or seven chains all different length and one big house made out of flowers and vines. Jessamine was sweet and at first Matthew had mistaken her for an angel but as it turns out she was really a higher level demon who handles hell hounds and the different animal like demons.
Ivan, who was also an upper level demon was in charge of looking after her until she was at least fifteen. Ivan was a fallen angel who had been corrupted and worked for Gilbert's father. Satan/Lucifer if you don't remember. Or so Jessamine said. Matthew had some doubts but for now he would believe her. Jessamine talked about life in hell and how when she grew up she would be just like her mom and become a hunter demon (think the hunters of Artemis only dark). It was hard to think someone this polite and sweet was a creation of hell.
Finally the last clink of metal rang out as both demons fell to the ground panting and exhausted. Matthew sighed as he walked over to Gilbert, who was trying to kick Ivan from where he lay.
"Gilbert will you cut it out." Matthew scolded.
The demon in question glared at Ivan before pouting and opening his arms for Matthew to give him a hug.
"But Birdie he wouldn't stop when I told him to! I'm the prince of hell he should have listened to my awesomeness!" Gilbert whined.
Matthew frowned as he sat behind Gilbert and lifted his head into his lap so Gilbert could rest.
"Ivan are you part angel?" Matthew asked.
The demon in question snuggled into Jessamine as he held her in his lap.
"Da. You are very smart Matvy." Ivan said as his charge handed him a light purple flower.
Gilbert grabbed Matthew's hand and kissed his knuckle lightly.
"Ja he is." Gilbert said as he smiled up at Matthew.
Matthew's face went bright red at all the compliments making Gilbert laugh and Jessamine 'awww'. It seemed Ivan was the only one who noticed the shadow floating just below the branches.
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Arthur woke to sunlight falling on his face through the open window. The room he was in was not his own but at the moment the last remains of, what he guessed, the sleeping spell kept him to tired to care. His mind was still groggy and yet he could remember everything perfectly. The training, the spell, being carried and last the smell that had attacked his senses. In fact he could still smell the sweet roses mixed with the sour wine.
Movement caught his eye as he turned to see a girl sitting in the large bay window. She was a teenager, around 15 or 16 with light brown hair that went down to her chin. Her hair had red streaks in it that seemed border fake though he suspected they were real. Her slightly tan skin made it clear she spent some time outside but her light blue eyes stood out the most against her somewhat darker features. To finish off the look a pair of black rimmed glasses framed her stunning eyes. She was watching him to closely for his liking yet he didn't dare say anything. A small smile made it's way onto her face as she stood making it obvious she was just a bit taller than average. She wore faded and slightly ripped jeans, dark blue tank top, black pendant necklace with a red pentagram in the center.
"Hey you're awake! My name is Alexandra and I guess you're wondering where you are. Well I'll tell you! You're in Francis' room over at the demons house and yes I am a demon. He found you all alone outside and brought you back here! It was so cute when he came in carrying you! You looked like a sleeping kid." She said.
Arthur looked around the room to find it was painted a baby blue with a large landscape of Paris on the wall with the door. The wall facing the bed had large bay windows with a desk pushed up against it. He was sitting in dark red silk sheets on an old looking four post bed. Arthur had just noticed how quiet Alexandra had gotten when the door burst open the reveil the demon that Alfred had talked to the first day of school when they carried Matthew out of the bathroom. The demon, Francis, walked in and as soon as he saw Arthur was awake he smirked and walked up to the bed.
"I trust Alexandra has kept you company my dear little angel?" The frenchman said looking from Arthur to the girl and back again.
Alexandra seems content to just glare at the new demon until Arthur speaks.
"Why did you cast that spell you git? What need was there to enchant me into falling asleep?" His voice rang out sharp yet sleepy somehow making it sound more dangerous.
The french demon let out a strange laugh that sounded like a string of 'ohnohnohnohnohn's before glancing at Alexandra.
"First off it was an angelic sleep spell so you won't have to worry about demonic energy or corruption. Second Francis WILL let you go after he explains why you're here and after you turn him down. If you're as smart as I think you are that is." Alexandra said glaring at the Frenchman.
Francis threw a hand over his heart in a fake jester of pain as Alexandra stormed out of the room with a sharp "don't molest him!" thrown at the demon. Arthur sat there frozen and glaring at the man as he waited for some sort of explanation. The demon turned back to the angel sitting in his bed, watching him carefully. Alfred had told him about the angels magic ability and his rather short temper.
"Well mon cher I want you to become my lover or mate as the less romantic people say." Francis said sitting by his little love.
The angel sat there shocked or that is he was before a giant blush that rivaled one of Antonio's tomatoes spread up his cheeks, down his neck and over his ears. Francis made a soft cooing noise as he reached out and pulled the blushing angel into his arms. Anger quickly sparked behind those deep green eyes as he nailed Francis in the nuts. Francis let out a pained choking noise as he grabbed the pained area and fell, face first, off the bed. Arthur huffed in annoyance as he crossed his arms and looked away from the withering frenchman on the ground.
"I'm not becoming anyones lover especially if its yours. I never said you could come anywhere near me so keep your froggy hands away from me! You don't know anything about me nor do I know anything about you and it's impolite to to ask for at least a date before asking something so improper!" Arthur ranted like a mother.
When he was finally done he simply got up and jumped out the window despite the fact he was only in boxers and a white undershirt. He flew gracefully over to his house, from which you could clearly hear Alexandra's laughter from the red house.
So I know this chapter was short but school and I spent more time at dads and I got a girlfriend and just stuff and life and ya. So I'll hopefully be posting tomorrow and then next week I'll post two like usual but I also have to work on Love, my other fic. So I hope you'll enjoy.
