Of Love Daemons and a French man


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Youkai's part

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A sudden wave of humid air mysteriously swept through the room, causing an uncomfortable and sticky night for Mia. She tossed, kicking her blankets away from her body. The sheets stuck to her, making her feel sweaty and hot. I could have sworn the weatherman said it was going to be cool tonight? Pensively, she looked out into the darkness. Why does it smell like incense is burning? Glancing to her right she noticed that a silvery musk of smoke surrounded her wish box. The smell was an eerie fragrance of sandalwood and it engulfed the room, enhancing the mystifying night. She rose on her elbows, regarding the box with somber curiosity. Note to self; do not drink any green tea before bed. Caffeine seems to enhance imagination. Unconsciously Mia's elbow slipped from under her weight, slamming her head on the headboard.

"In the name of the Gods!" she yelped, rubbing the soar spot behind her head. "Life honestly couldn't get any better, now could it? I'm hopelessly single, in my early twenties and I seem to have an unknown disease called 'klutz' syndrome." She leaned back, suppressing a sigh as she tried to doze off to sleep again. Why couldn't I be a hot, gorgeous babe?! Too much to ask for, isn't it?

A deep rich chuckle echoed through the room. The laugh was deep, warm, yet scornful, a laugh that could only eliminate from a male. His reaction seemed to amuse Mia. Yup, pretty pathetic, aren't I? She finally closed her eyes only to snap them open again. Wait…HIS reaction!?

Mia bolted upright. She stood there, blank, amazed, and extremely shaken. Her glazed jade eyes scanned the room, praying that the laugh came from one of the guys, hoping that this was some kind of prank. I'll kill them!! This isn't funny… But something told her it wasn't a prank and the voice didn't belong to any of the men. I take that back; I'll be super nice. PLEASE let it be one of the guys!! The laugh was too deep and rich, much older than any of the occupants in the house. Come on, Sage has a pretty deep voice, so does Rowen… let it be one of them!!!

She couldn't see anything. She hoped it was her imagination when the room suddenly grew darker. She shook her head; my mind is playing tricks on me. Maybe it's too much television…WAY too much television!! The moonlit night was bright enough to make objects stand out, but for some odd reason nothing was visible. The silvery smoke expanded, clouding her sight even more and the sandalwood intensified, stiffening her smell. OH-MY-GOD! What's going on?! Mia crawled over her to her left and shoved her hands in front of her, searching through the thin air for an object to grab. She came upon her desk and ripped out her lamp from its socket. Rising awkwardly on her bed she held the small lamp in her hands, raising the object above her head. She was prepared to throw the lamp at the slightest thing that moved.

Mia whispered in a weak voice, "Okay, who-whoever you are, you better show yourself. I-I have a weapon in my hands and once I throw it, the noise of this object will reach my friends. Yo-you hear that, buddy?! I have five male occupants in my house, strong built men. They'll kick your butt if you harm me!"

Another laugh erupted, "Now-now, put the lamp down, milady. It's not much of a weapon mind you, but very creative might I add." Mia made no move to do as he said. Her stubbornness obviously irritated the man. "Dear, I'm aware of your friends, strong indeed. But I'm not exactly what you will call human and I assure you, if they wake up you will regret it." His words were as cool and clear as ice water.

Mia slightly lowered her 'so-called' weapon, searching for the intruder.

"I happen to think that this lamp is well suited for a weapon. It happens to be hand crafted metal and very sturdy. Nice bump it will leave, you know?" Her mouth twisted in a smooth line.

When he spoke again, his voice was harsh and deep, "This is no way to treat your daemon, wench. You asked for me and here I am! If you do not want my service milady, you should have not called upon me."

"My-my, daemon?"

"No, your teddy bear." He added with heavy sarcasm.

"No way! It worked!? I can't believe this! I'm sure grandfather is turning in his grave now." Mia started to pace on her bed. It worked! The damn box worked… it worked for me! Of all people it worked for me!

The daemon growled at the thrilled woman, That's not the normal response I usually get. My master's before hand always seemed to run through the walls or scream in fear once I identified myself. He rubbed his chin in confusion. "Mortals." He grumbled. After being trapped for a hundred years I would have loved to have at least one scream of fear welcome my ears. This wench is not what I wanted…

Mia realized how childish she was behaving and immediately stopped pacing on the bed. (It was a good thing too. The bed wasn't solid ground and she was bound to fall off sooner or later.) Straightening her posture she coughed civilly and climbed off her bed. She gently placed the lamp back on her nightstand. "Yes, indeed, this is very fascinating. This is rather thrilling to experience." He growled again, "But I'm also encircled in fear." She laughed gently. She could tell the daemon was insulted when she said it was thrilling. What would I expect from a beast who humbles himself on the fear of mortal? Coughing from the smoke of the burning incense she clasped her hand above her eyes. "Could you possibly-" she coughed again, "I can barley see you-" another cough.

He laughed to cover his annoyance, "Does mi'lady wish to see her daemon?"

Mia put her hands on her hip and spread her legs apart. Jackass… "No of course not, I just want this smoke out of here. I can barley breath." She fanned the mist away from her face.

He bowed and seated himself in a nearby chair. "As you wish." He clicked his fingers. "I apologies for the scene, but you have to admit that it adds character?"

Whack-job…"It's creepy."

The daemon smiled sinisterly, "Exactly."

Mia rolled her eyes as she sat down on the edge of her bed. He better not be vain. That'll be my luck… a pretty daemon who thinks he's the essence of divinity! The haunting mist started to clear up and the sandalwood settled into a softer fragrance. Once the smoke appeared to be scattered Mia was able to peer through it. She saw a shadowed figure seated in one of her Victorian chairs across her bed.

He sat there, boldly intimating in the lavished-covered chair. Eck, holy gods…he-he's… Gorgeous!! He was devilishly handsome, most definitely devilish. This daemon was tall and lean in a mannish sort of way. His hands were strong, and fingers were long and slender. The daemon even managed to grow long fingernails and his wrists were decorated with beautiful gold costume bracelets. Mia envied the daemon all ready; a man shouldn't have nicer nails then a woman and he obviously had a lot more stunning features then she did. Lucky prick! His eyes were narrow and pure gold, rimmed on the outside in black. They eyes screamed pride and power. Sage has competition in the eye department. Pale fair skin magnified his inky gold eyes and high cheekbones. He had fine black hair that cascaded over his shoulders to his mid- section, gleaming in the moonlit night. Wonder what kind of conditioner he uses? His teeth even and white, contrasted pleasingly with his pale skin. Nice dentist. Two small pointed fangs crept over his full red lips, sending a wave of wickedness about his character. Awesome canines! Two small rubies dangled from his ears, making him all the more attractive. Looks like Sage isn't the only one with pierced ears…He was clad in a heavy velvet black robe which covered his entire body, ascending down to the floor. The edges of the robe were delicately trimmed in gold thread. I wonder if that's all he's wearing. Mia gasped and covered her mouth. Eck, I really need a social life if all I'm thinking is perverted thoughts. I have been around Kento too much. He's starting to wear off on me. A red amber jewel was centered on his forehead, giving him a feminine touch. He must have read way TOO many Arabian Nights books.

"Who are you . . .?" a broken whisper was the only reply she could manage.