The Many Mini-Misadventures of Stan and Spooky

Plot Three - A Band Reunited

by Syrenia

Chapter Seven - Concubine (Continued)

Stan had always been forced into meeting the females of his society as a child and was urged to choose one to carry on his lineage. However, he didn't want to associate with any of them, his father saying he was just like Gohma, unwilling to bother with having a mate or child.

They all knew he was Gohma reincarnate, being the first born after Gohma's death as per the legends, but they'd expected him to be less of a trial.

Still, they had him meet with females his age and somewhat younger, hoping he would find one he took a liking to, always being disappointed.

Stan would often play tricks on them, such as secretly putting small creatures in their clothes or hair, pushing them in mud, and whatever else he could find to torment them with.

His parents finally gave up one day, Stan only smirking with a feeling of accomplishment.

However, even though he'd met all the females of his race, most more than once, he'd never seen anyone like the one before him now.

Demons grew up considerably slower than humans, and if she had been a child when she went to earth, she would've been old enough to meet him before that time.

He assumed his parents hadn't included her because of the way she looked, likely worried she could produce an heir that looked as odd as herself.

To them, that would be a tragedy, not to mention an embarrassment to the family name.

They would never live something like that down, nor could they allow it to happen, thus never allowing him to meet her.

"I never met you when my parents sought out a mate to give me an heir," he mused.

Spooky looked to him, unable to stay silent, "Who in their right mind among our people would have allowed me to even compete for such a thing?"

She looked down, realizing all the more her strange looks, "I could cause any child I have to look like... like a freak."

"How so?" Stan asked, seeing her eyes come to rest on him, looking at him as if he were mad.

"Just look at me! I don't look--"

"Like you should?" he asked her, attempting to finish her thought.

She nodded, "It's obvious why you never met me."

Spooky then tried to move away again, Stan holding her still, "Be still, slave... I'm not through with you."

He softly kissed her neck, Spooky hating how he was using her like some concubine. She didn't think this was like him, but then again, she had been clueless as to what being his slave entailed for so long.

Now that she thought about it, she still wanted to know why he hadn't told her, her eyes on him once he moved back from his kisses.

"Why didn't you tell me what being your slave meant before I agreed?" she demanded, Stan slightly sneering.

She had remembered after all, though he had been too caught up to expect her to.

"Why?!" she demanded.

"Don't speak to me in such a tone, slave," he warned, lightly growling.

"...I simply didn't want you to know," he then said. "I knew your evil understood. It accepted the deal. If it hadn't, it would have surfaced."

Spooky glared, "Why?"

He looked right back at her, "Don't push me."

"Why, Stan?"

In one swift, sudden movement, her back was towards his bed, the two falling onto it.

Now on her back, Spooky was looking up at him, slightly shocked.

"I said don't push me."

Spooky's eyes stared back into his, the fright Stan saw in them only fueling the fire as he sneered.

"You're weak," he muttered in a low growl.

Finally, something inside of her snapped, Spooky managing to shove him off with a thrust to his stomach by her foot.

As she sat up, she snarled, Stan clearly surprised.

"Don't you make assumptions," she cautioned. "They could come back to bite you in the ass."

He smirked, "Pushed a button, I see."

"Cut the crap and either tell me the truth or I'll just take my leave."

Hearing this, he turned away from her, hiding his emotions. He had a look of panic on his face, Spooky sighing with annoyance.

"Well, are you going to tell me or should I just go?"

His hands curled to fists, "If I'd told you the truth, would you've agreed? Would you've even stayed?"

She blinked, her anger overcome by confusion. If she'd known before, she would've ran as far from him as possible.

"Well, would you?" he asked impatiently.

Spooky looked down, "No."

His back to her, she couldn't see his sad smile, his eyes closed, "Then there's your answer."

As if weak at the knees, she fell to a sit on the edge of the bed, "But why...?"

"Why?"

He didn't know what she meant, barely turning his head back in her direction.

"Why do you care if I run off anyway? You're the Evil King; you have no reason to care."

Stan, for the first time, realized that, according to what he was and how she looked, he shouldn't care, wondering how he couldn't have noticed before.

Why did he care if she ran away?

She was just another one of his race. Other than her odd looks, what made her any different?

But she was different - very different. His mind told him exactly why.

"I don't know," he lied, knowing he couldn't say his thoughts.

He was met with an exasperated sigh, Spooky moving to her feet, "I don't know what reason you would have either."