Four years and six months later.
I lifted my head wearily as I heard footsteps. I had learned to be wary of footsteps, often it meant someone was looking for a person to kick and I was always a good candidate. I crawled the two feet from my bed to the next and woke up Ginger.
"What's wrong?" she asked. I shook my head, to quiet her and grasping her arm, I cast out a spell of invisibility around the both of us. It wasn't very strong. My magik was too weakened for that, but if the guard was not looking for us he would not see us. I held my breath as he came around the corner and all of the sudden let it out in a whoosh. It was Cole. I hadn't seen him in five years not since.before. I let go of the spell immediately and jumped up, when he saw me he turned and strode over.
At first I hadn't wanted Cole to come back, I didn't need his help, I had thought, but that feeling had soon worn away. Lately, besides, my mission kids, the thought that Cole would come back was all that kept me going. Lately was roughly 4 and a half years. Before he could say anything I jumped into his arms and gripped him as tightly as I could, letting silent tears flow down my face.
Cole had guided me when I first started the craft, he was lower in hierarchy of demons but he was rising quickly, we had never been actually close. In a personal way, at least, because he had always kept me back, but I was just so happy to see a familiar face.
I hit my head against the ceiling when I jumped for the height of it was less then Cole's considerable stature. There were only two beds in this room. And there were only supposed to be one. He had given it to me at the beginning, to show his favour and it had irritated some of the others. But I thanked every goddess I knew that I had it now for we could escape in secret. Without any jealous slaves to call the Guards.
Momentarily, I noticed Cole was not hugging me back. I slid down and for the first time in half a decade I felt a little foolish. Before, I had not been the type of person who gave hugs. I revelled in the feeling, any feelings that weren't involved with pain I considered rare and worthwhile. Finally I looked at his eyes waiting for the Cole I knew to come out in them. But all I saw was emotionless blackness.
Uncertainly, I took a step away and in so doing pulled up Ginger. I was not going to leave without her. As my latest mission kid, I made sure she lasted the first month before leaving on her own and making sure that others did not harm her. She was younger then most, maybe 3 years my senior and had not been doing very well, I hadn't thought she would make it at the end of the month when my new kid came in and I had to let her go.
But now she would, because Cole had found a way to get me out. I turned from Ginger back to Cole and stopped dead. His eyes were now not the only thing emotionless, so too was his face, it mocked me, there was no hint of his usual dry humour and I couldn't understand why, until he lifted his hand and hit me. I felt all my hopes drain with that hit and it was indeed the worst, but not by any means the only.
Cole left just as suddenly as he came when the bell for waking sounded.
A/N; dont worry this is not a cole bashing fic. just keep watchin- erm...reading.
I lifted my head wearily as I heard footsteps. I had learned to be wary of footsteps, often it meant someone was looking for a person to kick and I was always a good candidate. I crawled the two feet from my bed to the next and woke up Ginger.
"What's wrong?" she asked. I shook my head, to quiet her and grasping her arm, I cast out a spell of invisibility around the both of us. It wasn't very strong. My magik was too weakened for that, but if the guard was not looking for us he would not see us. I held my breath as he came around the corner and all of the sudden let it out in a whoosh. It was Cole. I hadn't seen him in five years not since.before. I let go of the spell immediately and jumped up, when he saw me he turned and strode over.
At first I hadn't wanted Cole to come back, I didn't need his help, I had thought, but that feeling had soon worn away. Lately, besides, my mission kids, the thought that Cole would come back was all that kept me going. Lately was roughly 4 and a half years. Before he could say anything I jumped into his arms and gripped him as tightly as I could, letting silent tears flow down my face.
Cole had guided me when I first started the craft, he was lower in hierarchy of demons but he was rising quickly, we had never been actually close. In a personal way, at least, because he had always kept me back, but I was just so happy to see a familiar face.
I hit my head against the ceiling when I jumped for the height of it was less then Cole's considerable stature. There were only two beds in this room. And there were only supposed to be one. He had given it to me at the beginning, to show his favour and it had irritated some of the others. But I thanked every goddess I knew that I had it now for we could escape in secret. Without any jealous slaves to call the Guards.
Momentarily, I noticed Cole was not hugging me back. I slid down and for the first time in half a decade I felt a little foolish. Before, I had not been the type of person who gave hugs. I revelled in the feeling, any feelings that weren't involved with pain I considered rare and worthwhile. Finally I looked at his eyes waiting for the Cole I knew to come out in them. But all I saw was emotionless blackness.
Uncertainly, I took a step away and in so doing pulled up Ginger. I was not going to leave without her. As my latest mission kid, I made sure she lasted the first month before leaving on her own and making sure that others did not harm her. She was younger then most, maybe 3 years my senior and had not been doing very well, I hadn't thought she would make it at the end of the month when my new kid came in and I had to let her go.
But now she would, because Cole had found a way to get me out. I turned from Ginger back to Cole and stopped dead. His eyes were now not the only thing emotionless, so too was his face, it mocked me, there was no hint of his usual dry humour and I couldn't understand why, until he lifted his hand and hit me. I felt all my hopes drain with that hit and it was indeed the worst, but not by any means the only.
Cole left just as suddenly as he came when the bell for waking sounded.
A/N; dont worry this is not a cole bashing fic. just keep watchin- erm...reading.