A/N: Hi! And welcome to chapter two of my story, "Until Death, Do We Part?"So far, my rereading and editing is going good. I can't believe that I had that many spelling and grammar errors! …I just type to fast…No! Seriously! I can type up to forty-five words per minute! I took computer classes in sixth grade, so that's probably why…why am I even telling you this? Any who, I hope you all review the story and tell me how much you like it! Please, read and review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Crusade…Moriyama does…


I crawled slowly a head of Remington, still shaken from the 'incident.' Remington had said nothing about it after saying "Why?" I felt so bad. I felt as if I had let him down, as if I had somehow lost his trust. And his and my trust meant a lot to me. What could I do to make it up to him? Tell him I was sorry? This was something more to saying a simple word such as, "Sorry." This was a very important deal and I'd probably be punished for doing so. It wasn't Remington's fault at all. He never knew that I would go down a forbidden passageway and awake something so horrifying that it could even give Anna nightmares!

I breathed in the dust filled air as my head popped out of the hidden chamber's hole, glad to be out of the long, narrow passage. I heard Remington cough as I took that as my sign that he wanted to get out also.

I climbed out softly, only to be pulled the rest of the way out. I stifled a surprised cry from my already soar throat, from screaming so much down in that chamber, as I looked wildly around for the owner of the hands. An old man wearing wacky glasses. I sighed as I closed my eyes, letting the man pull me out and set me down onto the ground, tired from the near death experience.

Remington groaned as he pushed himself all the way out of the passage as he leapt out of it. My eyes were closed and the Old Man was shaking his head in bitter disappointment. Remington let out a nervous laugh, trying to cheer up the two occupants of the room. "They should make that hole a tad bit bigger, Elder!" He teased, laughing lightly.

I opened my eyes and stared at the Old Man. So this was Elder, eh? A little frail looking, if I would say so myself, maybe that's why they called him the Elder. I nodded to Remington's words, not joining in with him to our usual chorus of laughter.

Remington frowned and turned serious. "Rosette, what you saw down there is not to be discussed with the others. We shall never speak of this again, that'll save both you and me from a lot of trouble. That 'thing' is something that other people will panic from and not feel safe at the Order anymore. As I can assure you already though, we are safe here. That demon can not break out from the protective seal we have around it." Remington grimaced as he continued on. "Are you hurt? Did it…hurt you in any way?"

I didn't know, my whole body was numb from the cold and from fear. "I don't know, Remington…" I replied tiredly, my eyes shutting again as I struggled to stay awake. What if I never woke up again? My eyes snapped open instantly, lazily shutting once more.

Remington saw this and nodded at the Elder. "I'll taker her from here, Elder. Keep that room locked from now on." He said, a stern tone of voice as he took me into his arms and carried me back towards the Order.

"Do this…do that! All he ever does is nag! I swear sometimes, he's worse then my wife when she was still alive!" Elder scurried off, replacing the table back over the door and working on drilling a lock into the ground. Odd that that girl managed to live through the experience. Last time when a girl snuck in there, she was killed.

People stopped to look at my sleeping form and gave Remington a questioning look, but he didn't say anything and continued on with our destined location. The Medic Room. I twitched as I felt a sudden burning on my now very sensitive skin. I leaned my head up and looked at the base of my arm, burn marks shaped as claw markings began to form on it.

Wincing in pain, I tugged at Remington's shirt. "Remington, I think I am hurt." Remington looked down to see the burn marks start to appear on my other arm. He grimaced and began to pick up on the current pace he was on.

I hissed in pain as I suddenly felt it on my two appendages and my leg, the burn markings on my arms and twirled to a stop around my fingers, the one on my leg I couldn't see. What had the creature done to me to make it look as if I had been scorched in fire? Was it his touch? Did he even touch me? I suddenly found the room to become blurry as I lost consciences in Remington's arms.

Whispers. No…voices. But of whom? I opened my eyes, the bright light blaring down and hurting them. I squeezed them together tightly as I rubbed them, whimpering in pain as I did so. I reopened my eyes and looked down to find the source of the pain coming from my arms. They were both burned. I let out a startled gasp as I scrambled up onto my feet, falling when done so.

What is wrong with me? I looked down to find that a certain part of my ankle had also been burned. I was sweating too. What had happened?

"Rosette? Are you okay?"

I looked up to see Remington's concerned face stare down at me, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Do you remember what happened?" He said while picking me off the ground and setting me back down onto my bed. He moved up and grabbed a rag from a bucket of water and placed it on my warm, sweaty head.

"R-remember?" I thought back, flashes of hisses and my screams echoing through my mind. "…That creature—" Remington muffled my mouth with one hand and made a quieting sound with the other.

"We won't be speaking of it." He said sternly.

I nodded as he let go of my mouth. "Yes, I do remember." I looked over at my arms again. "What happened to me though? How in the world did this happen?" I asked motioning towards my arms.

Remington thought about it for a moment before responding. "We don't know exactly. The doctor said that they were third degree burns, though. I believe he had tried to kill you." He shook his head in a masked up rage.

"Why?" I croaked out. "Why did he want to kill me? What did I do to him?" I asked slowly, my throat burning and screaming out for water.

Remington pulled out a chair and sat on it, his knee folding over the other. "That demon despises humans. It will try to kill one if given the chance. That's why we locked it in there in the first place. A long time ago, the demon had come and ordered for a girl to come with him or face the consequences. We refused to give her up and in his anger he destroyed this place. Hundreds were killed and even more were injured." He took a breath of air and then continued. "Although, a team of militia managed to capture him into our barriers. We then locked him up into that hidden chamber underneath Elder's hut." Remington stared at me.

"…So he wants to kill us?" I asked slowly, absorbing the information.

Remington nodded, a look of rage crossing his features. "Yes, if given the chance he would have tried to kill us all." He sighed and took a sip of coffee.

"Oh…" I thought about it for a moment. "I'm really sorry, Remington. If I'd known—"

"Yes, yes, if you had known, you wouldn't have done it. It's the same story every time." Remington set his coffee down and pointed his index finger at me. "Just as long as you know to never do it again."

I nodded stiffly, Remington withdrawing his finger from it's pointing position to stand up. "I must be leaving now, Rosette. I'll be coming by later to check up on you and do try to get some rest, will you?" He left the room, swiftly opening the door and striding out; probably going to take care of his own personal business.

I sighed and shut my eyes, thinking about the concealed figure I saw down in the chambers. Somehow, someway, I almost found it impossible to see that if given the chance, the demon would kill them all. But back down there in the chamber, all I was thinking about was the thing killing me. I let out a frustrated groan and closed my eyes tightly, trying to get some sleep.

Remington walked in on Elder in the process of securing the lock. "Elder, is it done?" He asked, peering down at the golden lock, flicking it with his right index finger.

"Sure is! With this baby here, no one will be able to get into the chamber!" He set down the drill and pulled out a key from his left pocket. "And…now time to get rid of this…" Elder opened his mouth and was about to swallow it whole until Remington smacked him on the head and took it from him. "What was that for?" Elder shouted, rubbing the lump on his head.

"You don't need to swallow it, Elder!" Remington slipped the key into his own pocket. "It'll be safe as long as it's with me." He winked and walked out of Elder's hut, leaving a completely confused Elder behind.

I woke up later into the night, deeming from the dark sky from outside my window. Dark already. My mind nagged back at me when I thought of the creature again. I dismissed the thought with a shake of my head and turned onto my side, seeing a teddy bear lying next to me. "What the…?"

I grimaced. "What does he think of me? A little kid?" I looked around without moving my head; making sure that no one was looking, before I grabbed the teddy bear and hugged it tightly to my chest. "I love you…Joshua…" I whispered the bear's and my brother's name, falling back to sleep.

"Hey…wake up…Common now! Wake up!"

I groaned lightly as I turned my head to see Remington's usual grin. "No…tired…" I closed my eyes and started to fall asleep until Remington poked me on one of my burned arms. "Ouch! Hey! That hurt!" I said, glaring up at him and rubbing my burnt arm in which he had poked.

His grin only widened. "At least it got you awake!" He lifted his hand and set it down lightly onto my head. "It seems as if your fever has gone down, well that's a definitely good sign." Remington looked down and with a note of interest, pulling out Joshua from my arms. "And what is this?" He taunted.

I blushed and quickly grabbed Joshua out of his hands and puffed up my cheeks. "Don't touch!" I hid Joshua into my near by book bag as I laid back down onto the medic bed. "Nothing that was nothing." I said, regaining my composure.

Remington shrugged. "If you say so." He began to walk out of the room, but stopped abruptly. "Oh, and your late for your classes." He said, pointing to a clock nearby and walking out.

I looked at the clock and squealed when I realized the time read eight o' clock. "Not good! Not good!" I dressed myself quickly, forgetting about taking a shower and grabbing my book bag, hurrying off to my classroom.

Remington followed Rosette for the first part of her trip, sticking a yellow sticky note onto her shoulder explaining why she was late and with his signature on it. He then split up with her, taking the other direction back towards Elder's hut.

"Elder?" Remington called, knocking lightly on the door with the back of his hand. There was no reply. He opened the door to his hut and frowned when he saw the elderly man lying on the ground, a stream of blood running down the side of his face. "What is the meaning of this…?" Remington thought of what could be the explanation of the old man's frail form lying dead on the ground and found his thoughts going back to the chamber when he saw that one of the crosses had been knocked off. "Shoot…" He quickly shut the door behind him as he walked all the way into the hut.

Remington scowled as his eyes narrowed, a jingle rang out from his waist as he went into a fighting position, drawing out four crucifixes and throwing them into the four corners of the hut. A blur of black could be seen from the corner of Remington's eyes, he turned to see the barrier turn on just in time for the demon to freeze in air and scream out in pain. "You almost got me that time, demon." Remington hissed out slowly in a deep tone, the demon's only reply was some more screams of pain.

Remington moved in one smooth, fluid movement to the trap door and opened it; darkness meeting light. "Go back, demon." Remington said softly.

The demon's eyes widened as it saw the darkness in the hole as it flew down into it, trying it's best to move against the power of the barrier. Once in completely, Remington slammed it shut, taking the crosses out of the four corners of the room and replacing them on top of the door. Making it so that the demon couldn't break out again.

Remington sighed and wiped the sweat off of his brow as he looked over to the unconscious Elder. He moved warily towards the fallen man and felt for his pulse. It was gone. "No…No…" Remington clenched his fist as he checked again for the pulse.

"…I'm so sorry that you had to die that way, Old Man. But you're in a better place now." Remington shook once as he crunched his fist into a table, sending it flying off into the other direction. He stood up, ignoring his flaming rage and picked up the old man's body, he should at least be given a decent burial.

Remington stepped through the door and locked it behind him, carrying Elder off towards the graveyard.

I ran into the classroom, completely out of breath. "I'm so sorry! I would have been earlier but…" I thought up my excuses, dawdling my fingers around in circles, my book bag falling off my burnt arms, which were covered by the long sleeves of my uniform.

Sister Nolan cocked an eyebrow at me, studying me to tell if I was telling the truth or not when I unleashed all sorts of excuses. A simple yellow piece of paper caught her eye as she stood up and reached forward to swipe it off my shoulder. She held up a hand signaling for me to stop as she read out loud:

Dear Sister Nolan,

I, Father Remington, had to speak with Rosette, earlier in the day. The cause of this made her late. She also had to eat breakfast, which made her even more late. Please see to it that you do not add Rosette Christopher to the tardy list.

Sincerely,

Yuan Remington

I blushed as I found that my excuses were nothing compared to Remington's letter, as the kids in the class started to laugh.

"Well, Sister Rosette, it would deem that you do have an excuses. Take a seat, Sister Rosette, and stop talking!" She shouted the rest part out to me as I started stuttering, I silenced instantly and took my seat next to the window.

Near the end of class, I found myself staring out the window again. My eyes winced as I peered out the window harder to see Remington walk out of the hut, a body of a man in his arms. He walked swiftly towards the graveyard.

My mind flashed to all possible ideas:

What if Remington was actually a murderer?

What if he murdered a person and then robbed them?

What if he murdered the person and then robbed them and now was going to hide the evidence of the body?

What if he murdered the person and then robbed them and was going to hide the body and then kill everybody off at the Order?

Or what if that body was from the chamber incident.

I gasped as I thought about it; Remington and I both forgot to set the barrier back up after I knocked it down! What if? What if that was the body of Elder? Remington was right then! That demon did want to kill us all!

I raised my hand.

Sister Nolan marked the page of the book she was reading out loud to the class and stared at me. "Yes, Sister Rosette?" She tapped her foot as if challenging me to make up a good enough reason for me to escape from class.

"I have to go pee, Sister Nolan!" I said, wrapping my legs around each other, acting as if I did actually have to go. The kids laughed as Sister Nolan sweat dropped.

She sighed after regaining her composure. "Make it quick, Sister Rosette! I'm getting tired of your excuses!" She snapped irritably. I instantly rose to my feet, taking my book bag with me and was out of there before Sister Nolan could make up her mind.

I ran long and hard on my short legs, trying to reach the hut. This was my entire fault! I was the cause of the death of an old man! I ran faster. I had to set things right and reset the barrier up if I didn't want others to die like Elder did. It was my life as a sacrifice to save the lives of others!

My sudden flare of courage died as I slowed down once I came to the hut. I looked around it and saw Remington far off, digging a hole in the ground. Good. Remington needed not to know of what I was to do. It would do him better anyways. I slowly grasped the handle of the door, but found that it was locked. When did they start locking it? Since they kept a dangerous down there, Stupid! My annoying subconscious rang out to me.

Looking around and spotting one of the windows with the black fabric covering them, I searched the area, just to make sure that nobody, including Remington, wasn't looking. I bent down and found a rock and picked it up. I was about to break the window when I thought of something. That bedroom I saw from early also had a window in it. That was how I could see in it. So that window must be here…somewhere.

I walked around the building and spotted the window in the back of the building. There. Now no one would ever know how I got in, unless they were extremely persistent and looked for absolutely all clues of evidence of the murder of Elder! I threw the rock into the glass, shielding myself as the shards flew around me. I barely got cut, but I winced as I saw a deep glass shard stuck in one of my burnt arms. This was going to hurt when I did pull it out, so I left it in.

I carefully clambered up into the window, slipping my book bag off my shoulder and throwing it into the cracked window and slipped, my body falling onto the soft bed. But it wasn't exactly too soft considering the fact that glass shards were everywhere on it. I gasped quietly as I slowly eased myself off of the bed. I did my best to pick the glass out of my skin, but I left that one deep cut alone. That one needed a professional to expose of it.

Grabbing my book bag, I slowly turned the door handle opening the door and seeing the bright light of a barrier set up on top of the hidden doorway. Very smart, Remington, but it wouldn't be able to hold off that creature for very long. My over confident mind looked around for the same supplies as last time: a candle and a match. As soon as I found them, I lit the candle, placing the rest of the matches and an extra candle I found into my book bag, I knocked off the barrier and took the crucifixes with me. As soon as I stepped into the hole and bent down low enough so that I could shut the door, I replaced the crucifixes, this time in a different position. There was two on top of the ceiling of the narrow passage and two on the bottom of the wall, fitting the four corners of the squared passageway perfectly. Now, the creature wouldn't be able to even go near the doorway.

Nodding swiftly at my brilliance, I huddled myself in a tight hug as I sat there for a few minutes, thinking over on what I had to do. This was very scary, the first time wasn't as bad cause I didn't know what was in here, but now that I knew what lay at the end of the passage… but I had to do this. This was for the good of the people! My newfound determination gave me the courage to get out of hug and pull my book bag off my shoulders and unzip it. I pulled out the matches and placed them into one of the pockets of my uniform and then my extra candle into another, but another object caught my attention. Joshua.

Tears rimmed my eyes as I pulled him out, hugging him to my body.

If I were to die here, I would want to die with Joshua. I left the book bag there as I held Joshua in one arm and the candle in my other. It took all I had to not groan out from the pain of my arms from the burnt markings as I crawled through the narrow, deserted passage.

As I embarked on the same ten-minute journey as I did yesterday, I finally came upon the wide centered chamber again. My heart pounded in my chest as I held Joshua more tightly against my slightly trembling body. I felt my stomach churn again as I felt as if I were to puke. This was it. This is what I came here to do.

I slowly crawled out of the hole and lowered myself slowly down to the ground, leaning up against the wall of the hole and wincing. I moved the flame over to my arm and saw that the blade of glass stuck itself even deeper into my already damaged arm. This was going to hurt. I couldn't take the pain much longer though so it had to be done.

I set Joshua down onto the ground, close to my body, but far enough so that it wouldn't get stained with blood when I pulled the piece out.

Setting down the candle so that it was close enough to see what I was doing, I grabbed at the visible remains of the glass in my arm. My hand trembled as the edges of the glass cut at my fingertips, I gasped out slightly. Wrong move.

Hearing the same sounds as yesterday, I screamed out and covered my ears, the burning on my arms aching.

The candle flickered, but stayed on.

I opened my eyes slightly and peered around, seeing a shadow soar over the very edge of the light and stay in a corner, watching me carefully.

My screams ceased when I couldn't hear the frazzling tone of the creature anymore. I looked around again, a frown forming on my face. I trembled slightly as I grabbed Joshua and held him tightly in my arms. "Please…" I whispered out. "Please don't hurt me…I'm…I'm here to help you…" I said the same thing as yesterday.

There was an eerie silence until to my major surprise, a hoarse voice whispered out into the darkness. "Noisy, Girl…why do you come and offer me help?" I cowered again.

"B-because…In my…y-years of…ex-experience…my brother taught me the fact that it is nice to help others who needed it!" I said, nearing the end of my sentence, I grew a strong determination. I looked around the room, searching for the creature's current location, not finding it, I gave up and grabbed onto the candle, moving it around to see further into the darkness.

The figure absorbed the information before asking, "What makes you think I need help?" It hissed out, and ominous cloud of danger filling the lit room.

I shivered slightly as I looked down at my arms. "Because, you were in that room. I thought…you might need help getting out." I whimpered as the burn marks on my arms and ankle began to feel as if they were on fire.

"I'll kill you, you know." It added hastily after my daring words.

"I know, Sir. But I am still here to offer help." I almost cried out as the burning feeling on my arms tripled.

The figure didn't say anything. My eyes flicked to the candle as I saw that it was almost out of wax. "Oh no!" I moved the candle closer to my body, blowing it softly to keep it lit.

"What's wrong, Girl? Scared of the dark?" The creature said softly, almost tauntingly to me. I saw a flicker of movement, and then my candle went out. I stifled out another scream as what I thought of shadows began moving. I quickly reached into my pockets and pulled out the matches and extra candle and began trying to light it. So far, no good. I felt the searing pain of the burn marks again, as I gasped out and dropped the candle with the almost lit match.

I laid down in the darkness, almost giving up as I trembled softly in pain as it began to overwhelm my already tired body. Then I felt movement on top of me, it was almost comforting, but not until I noticed that it could have been the creature. I trembled again as a new feeling emerged onto my skin, the feeling of being caressed.

"The burn markings hurt, ne?" It said, in it's normal hissing tone of voice, it's finger still caressing my burnt arms.

The pain stopped only when its finger moved over onto the burning marks, but as soon as it slid further down or further up; it would burn again. I nodded furiously, my only reply to his question.

Then, to my relief, the burn markings all stopped.

Curiously, I moved my arm out and grabbed the candle and the almost lit match. I stumbled a few minutes until I finally lit the candle, moving the beacon of light towards my arms and ankles. I gasped when I lifted up my sleeves to see that my burn markings were gone. "Why did you help me?" I spoke out to it.

There was another shifting of movement, as the creature moved back to its original spot. "I didn't help you, I helped myself. Your whimpering is so annoying, Girl." It spoke out; still leaving the area we were in look ominous.

I looked down to my now healed arm and ankle and I let out a big breath of air that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Thank you." I said softly.

"Why thank me when I was the one who gave it to you in the first place?" It asked in question.

I moved over to a sitting position as I began to rub my arms to keep warm. "Well, I think that you only attacked me because you were scared of me." I said in with determination.

"Scared? Girl, I fear nothing." The voice hissed out, anger edging on in its tone.

"Uh-huh. And that's why you're scared to show yourself to me." I grinned as I noticed I hit a nerve. There was a rustle of movement and a frazzled noise.

"I am not scared to show myself to you, Girl. You'll only do what all others do; run away. And I can't let that happen." The creature said in a defensive tone.

"If I do say so myself, I think you're a lot scarier in the dark acting like a moving, living shadow!" I said, defending my idea. "I'd like to see you in a physical form so that I don't have to deal with the fact that I can't see your movements."

There was a slight hesitation in the creature's voice. "Do you really find me scarier this way?" It questioned.

I nodded.

"…Good, than I'll stay this way."

I frowned. "Hey! You can't do that! That's cheating! You get to see me and I think it's only all too fair that I get to see you!" I puffed out my cheeks and held it like that.

"Didn't you know? Demons don't play fair." It taunted, another shift of movement and a slight hissing sound.

"Fine! I'm tired of you cheating! I'm going home!" I said, standing up and grabbing Joshua. I lifted a leg to get back into the hole, but I was suddenly flung back into a corner.

"No! You mustn't go! If you truly want to see me, then I shall show you."

I stood up in my corner and dusted myself off. "I wasn't really going to leave, you know. I just wanted it to look like I was going to so that you would show yourself." I grinned. "But, it looked like it worked."

The creature hissed again. "Noisy Girl! Pulling nasty tricks on me! I should kill you for that!" I saw a shift of movement in one of the dark corners.

"But you won't! Cause you love me!" I said cockily, sticking my tongue out.

There was a hiss and then, from what I could tell, my mysterious demon got flustered and began to stutter. "I-I do not! Curse your dirty tricks, Girl!" It hissed more angrily than before.

"Okay, okay! I know! Your too dumb for my tricks, but at least show yourself now!" I whined.

"I am not dumb! But I will show you myself none the less." There was a shifting in the shadows again, as my candle lit as far as my eyesight; I saw a moving shadow near the light. I took a deep breath as I shuddered again from the cold. Then, I saw him.

He had dark purple hair and had to fluffy ears pointing out from behind his long bangs. But the ears weren't the only thing poking out, two ivory horns extended inches away from where the ears ended, they glinted softly in the candlelight. He had three red beads on his forehead and two red eyes peering through the light of the candle, directed into my blue ones. Down on his neck, he wore a collar. Was he a dog demon? He had on a long over coat covering his body, from what I could tell, he had on a cape. His lower body had on overalls, just the straps hung loosely off of his shoulders and covering his leg was leather bindings. His ears twitched as he looked at me, offended suddenly. "Girl, did your parents ever teach you that it's not nice to stare?"

"Well, I'm only staring at you because I think you're kind of cute!"

The demon's eyes widened as he shook his mane of purple hair, covering his blush.

I took my eyes off him and shook my head. "It's not nice to stare? Well, I wouldn't know that since both my parents are long gone!" I snapped back.

"Ooh, how I pity you." The demon said sarcastically, forgetting about my comment earlier, placing his hands onto his pelvis. "So you're going to run away now, right?" His red eyes glinted in the light as he stared directly at me.

"No!" I shouted. "I'm just happy that you don't look like what other demons look like." I looked around and noticed that I left my book bag at the very beginning of the cave. "Wait here! I need to go grab my stuff!" I stood up and walked past the demon's towering form, but he put a hand out to stop me.

"No! I can't let you go! You'll run away and tell the others! Then they'll lock me away again!" He hissed out in what looked like fear and anger.

I looked up to him. "You must be very lonely down here…I wouldn't run away. I just want to grab my book bag and show you what I think of other demons…" I stopped when I noticed he had reverted back to looking like a shadow and then a blur of black I noticed that something went down the hole. "Hey! You disappeared again!" In a matter of seconds, the demon was back. "That was fast." I said, amazed.

"I don't 'disappear,' Girl. Your slow human eyes can't see me, only my shadow." He spat out, dropping the book bag onto the ground.

"Alright! You did get it!" I dropped down to my knees and began to dig into the bag and hissed in pain when I did so. A tear spelt down onto my knee as I looked at my arm to see that the glass shard was still in my arm. "…Ouch…" I whimpered, cutting off the circulation on my arm.

"What's that?" The demon bent down and sniffed at my arm, staring back up at my teary face.

"I cut myself when I broke the window to get into here!" I whimpered, starting to frantically wave my arm around. "Ooh, it hurts! Get it out! Get it out!" I yelled, still waving my arms around until his clawed hand grabbed it and held it before him in a tight grasp; I still kept on wiggling though.

"Be still, Girl, if you want me to get it out!" He hissed as he pulled up his clawed fingers and grasped the edges of the glass, pulling it out swiftly.

I whimpered again when blood began to leak down my arm as he held it before his nose, I pulled away. "No! Your going to lick my blood like a vampire!" I shouted, hitting his nose.

He hissed and pulled away. "There are no such things as vampires, Girl! I was seeing what the damage was!" The demons flustered up his hair as he sat glaring at me.

"Hey…you look even cuter when you do that!" I said, ignoring my blood-leaking arm. The demon scoffed, but I ignored him as I dug into my book bag and pulled out, "Demons, Spells, and Barriers." "Okay! This is the book that has the demons in it." I flipped through the pages and once there, I lifted the book up to him.

He cocked an eyebrow as he saw a tube like demon with millions of eyes covered the page. "You thought demons looked like that?" He laughed.

I frowned. "Hey! It's not like I ever saw a demon before!" My mind flashed back to the time Joshua was walking away from me backwards and something or someone pulled him up into the air, the both of disappearing. My eyes widened as I paled.

"What's wrong now?" The demon asked with a hint of concern.

"My brother…he was taken away by something..." I shut my eyes and reopened them to see the demon's face right in mine. "Too close there!" I backed away slightly as I grabbed Joshua and held it before him. "If you want to kiss someone, just kiss Joshua!"

The demon got flustered again and leapt back into the shadows again. "Kiss that sorry excuse for a toy? Not possible, Girl!" He coughed slightly before moving back into the light. "Who said I was going to 'kiss' you anyways?" He asked, slightly offended.

I was about to say something when my pocket watch went off. The demon hissed when suddenly two big wings appeared out of what I thought was a cape. "Don't worry! That's only my watch!" I pulled it out for him to examine.

"Since when did watches start beeping?" He questioned, his wings going back down into the form of a cape.

"I don't know!" I looked at the time. "Aw, man! It's time for me to go! It's six o' clock!" I whined, looking up to see his saddened eyes.

"Please…don't…Please don't go…" He pleaded sadly, his ears drooping a little, he really must be lonely if he was asking for the company of a girl he just met! "…Don't go…"

"But I have to. All nuns at the Order have to go to dinner and be off towards their dorm to finish off what homework they have and then off to bed." I saw his saddened eyes again. "B-but I'll be back tomorrow! The same time as today!" I added hurriedly.

His eyes seemed to light up as his ears returned to their perky position. "And you won't tell anyone about me?" He asked with a hint of excitement.

I nodded eagerly. "And I'll bring back cookies to!" He made a confused face, but I ignored him as I climbed into the hole with Joshua, my books, and the matches in it. "I have to go now! But I promise I'll be back!" I said as I turned around and began to crawl back.

I felt the demon's eyes watch me leave as his ears drooped again.

After getting out of the hole and managing to climb back out of the window and heading towards the cafeteria without being seen, I sat down at the table with Mary, Anna, and Claire. I sighed, as all I could think about was him, Claire ate quietly as usual and Mary and Anna jabbered off as usual. That demon who I used to think would kill me, is now turning into my best friend…

After dinner, I made up notes on how to excuse myself from class early tomorrow so that I could see my demon friend. He was both mysterious and knowing all at the same time! I had to admit; I'd rather be down there all day long with him, instead of going to the store with Remington. My eyes flickered off of my notes onto a book hidden under my bed. It read, "History of the Magdalene Order." I climbed to my hands and knees and grabbed the book from underneath my bed, setting the book onto it.

What if I could find another way into the chamber instead of the original way in? I began to flip through the book until I came upon something interesting. It had a gravestone as well as picture on it. The tombstone read:

Holy Maiden, Rest in Peace.

Below the tombstone, a paragraph:

The Holy Maiden's grave is buried in the graveyard with the same location she died at, so told to be the home of a sleeping demon.

I gasped, could they mean my demon?

Remington opened the door leading to Rosette's room and peered cautiously inside it. Rosette was sleeping peacefully on her desk, her head propped up on a book; using it as a pillow. Remington moved into the room quietly and gently picked her out of her desk, moving over to place her on her bed. He set her down softly as her arm moved over her chest as she turned over, giving Remington a clear view of her arm.

There were no burn marks on it.

Remington narrowed his eyes with suspicion as he thought of the ways they could have disappeared. There were none that he could think of. He shrugged and lifted Rosette's legs up, noticing that the marks on her ankle were also gone. How could this be?

He decided that he'd ask Rosette tomorrow as he pulled the covers out from underneath her; covering her with them. Rosette grabbed a hold of the blankets unconsciously and fell into an even deeper sleep. Remington frowned as he stepped away from Rosette and turned to look at the book she fell asleep on.

"History of the Magdalene Order."

The Holy Maiden's grave is buried in the graveyard with the same location she died in, so told to be the home of sleeping demon.

Why was Rosette reading about this? Unless she had questions about the demon that attacked her and thought the book might giver her clues.

Remington sighed. He hated getting Rosette involved in dangerous situations. He also hated taking her on dangerous missions. The Order is teaching everyone here to become exorcists, including Rosette. The young ones were required to go with high-ranking Militia officers to watch them work. Remington had instantly assigned himself to Rosette as soon as she had come here. She was a very special girl, when he first met her, he knew that.

Remington took one last look at Rosette as he left her room.

I groaned as Anna pounded on my body. "No…let me sleep…a little longer…" I moaned out, trying to slap away Anna's hands.

"No! Sleep is for the weary! You are strong!" She screamed in my ears, as I yelped. She smirked in victory. "Thank God, you're awake! I thought you were dead! I've been hitting you for over…" Anna checked the clock. "…Five minutes…No!" Anna screamed as my alarm clock went off.

"Well, looks like I win again!" I cheered, hoping out of my bed and pushing Anna out of my room. "See you at breakfast!" I slammed the door and sprung into my bathroom. I couldn't wait to see my demon again!

"Sister Rosette! Late, late, late!" Sister Nolan screeched, I plugged my ears as I cowered away. "What is your excuse this time?" She tapped her foot impatiently.

I twirled my fingers around in circles. "Well…you see…the story is…" I stopped when the door to Sister Nolan's room slammed open, I smiled as I saw the intruder was Remington.

"She had to clean up the bathrooms." He looked hastily around, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Now…if I may borrow Rosette for a teensy weensy little second…" Remington made the sign of something being small; he gave a nervous laugh.

"Father Remington, I hope you know that you are wasting Sister Rosette's precious learning time. Be quick about it!" She snapped irritably as I made a run for it, Remington grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me out.

The children of the classroom began to laugh.

"Stop laughing and get back to work!" Sister Nolan screamed, the kids whimpering and going back to work.

Remington pulled me around the side of Sister Nolan's classroom and held me up against the wall by my shoulders. "Rosette, where are your burn marks?" He held up one of my arms, this time I was wearing short sleeves so he was able to see my whole arm completely.

"…Umm…" I had to think up something fast! "…I don't…know?" I squeaked. I couldn't tell him about my demon! If so, he would do something so horrible that it would give me more nightmares then the time Anna told me about the Boogeyman for the first time!

He frowned as he held a swift gaze, our blue eyes meeting. "Are you sure you don't know? Because I need to know if something happened to make them disappear!" He said urgently, his hold on my shoulders tightening.

"Please, Remington! I told you the truth! I don't know!" I said more clearly, wincing at the small ounce of pain from Remington pushing me up against the wall. "I'm not lying!"

Remington held his gaze for a few moments longer before he let go of me, my shoulders slumping down. "If you are…then I think that you should go to the Medic. He might need to run a few tests on you to see how or why this happened." He pushed me off towards the main doors. "Hurry! I'll come in later to check on you!" He yelled after me.

I ran towards the main building, going into the Medic. Sure, I'll stay here for a while, but sooner or later I'll escape and see my demon!

"Open wide, Sister Rosette." Dr. Ruffin said, pulling slightly at my tongue. I opened wider. "There…hmm…well there seems to be nothing wrong at all with your body, except for an open wound on your arm. Sister Rosette, do you know how that happened?" He asked.

"I was…umm…I got cut by glass in one of my classes, Sir." I said, trying my best to not sound suspicious.

He cocked an eyebrow as he pulled out a needle and some thread. "Alright then, I'll need to stitch it up before it gets infected then." He neared in, holding the needle with the string in it.

A bead of sweat slid down my face. I…hated…needles. If I could pull this off right, I could escape early to see my demon! "N-needles!" I let out a shriek and slid between Dr. Ruffin's legs, giving me a clear view of my exit. I was almost there when I choked as I felt Dr. Ruffin's cold fingers grabbing me by the collar and pull me back onto the bed. He shook his finger as he began to stitch up my arm. I winced ever so often until he was finished.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He smiled. We both turned when we saw Remington enter into the room.

"How is she? Any signs of injury?" He asked, his eyes flickering to me and then back to Dr. Ruffin.

He shook his head. "No. None except for a cut on her arm, but that was an accident. I see no signs of her burn markings at all!" He gave me a suspicious look, I just shrugged.

"I see…well, Rosette will stay here for the rest of the day until I can figure out what happened." Remington said, turning to leave. I stood up quickly and grasped his shoulder, giving it a quick tug. "Yes?"

"I was wondering if I could go get some breakfast, since I missed it this morning." I said, my eyes widening as I pleaded softly to him. He nodded and left the room. I followed him out of the room, but split up down a different hallway leading to the cafeteria. I wouldn't lie to my demon! I'm going to get cookies!

My eyes scanned down the rows of different foods as I spotted the cookies. It surprised me in a way that they'd have cookies in the morning, but I was guessing they put them out because Sister Kate had a sweet tooth. I held my book bag up and wrapped at least four cookies up in a napkin and placed them gently in to the bag. Hoping silently that I wouldn't crush them on my way to my demon's hideout.

I left the cafeteria as quickly as I had come; running out the open doors and heading towards the hut. Once there, I threw my book bag over the window and climbed in myself, this time, not getting cut by any of the remaining shards when I fell onto the bed. I opened up the door and opened the passageway's main door as I slid gracefully in it, but stopped and got back out to grab a candle and some matches. This time, the candle was bigger than the others.

I shut the door and passed through the homemade barrier I had set up, feeling a tingly feeling of warmth pass through me. I smiled as I began to crawl down the hole.

After another ten-minute journey, I came upon the main chamber. I slid out slowly and fell onto my elbows, wincing slightly but smiling nonetheless.

I felt, more than heard the shuffling of movement as I turned my head to see my demon's physical form. "You came back…" He said softly.

My smile widened as I dusted myself off and stood up. "Yep! I keep my promises! Oh, and I did bring you your cookies!" I opened up the book bag and pulled them out, handing one to him and the other to me, saving the other two for later. I munched on mine as the demon stared with disgust at it. "What's wrong? You don't like cookies?" I asked, still munching on my own.

"Demons don't need food to survive, much like you pitiful humans do." He said, giving it back.

"No! Try it! …Please?" I said pathetically, pushing back his clawed hand with the cookie in it. The demon snorted, but tried the cookie anyways. I saw his ears twitch twice as his red eyes went slightly cross-eyed as he watched him eat the cookie. I laughed as he stopped for a minute to glare at me.

"What's so funny, Girl?" He said, pulling the cookie away from his mouth; staring at me suspiciously.

"Nothing! Go on, eat it! It's not like I poisoned it!" I grinned as he mumbled slightly about demons not being able to die if a human tried to poison them. He took a small bite out of the cookie and winced. "Do you like it?" I asked patiently.

He didn't say anything, but he plopped down next to me, sitting cross-legged and putting a hand on one leg, eating the cookie with the other.

I started laughing even more. "So you do like it! Well, I have three more if you want them!" My stomach groaned as I stared down at it. "Ooh…"

"Are you hungry?" He said, still munching on his cookie.

"A little…I forgot to eat breakfast." I moaned.

"You forgot?" He said, clarifying the word, 'forgot.'

"I guess…I was in such a hurry to go to my class—" I went cross-eyed as I saw him shove the rest of his cookie into my mouth. I munched down on it, taking it out and staring at him with question.

"You talk too much, that's all…" He said, turning his head away. I shook my head.

"No! I have four of them, both you and me can have two!" I pulled out the rest and kept his half eaten cookie and my half eaten cookie as I gave him the two fresh ones. He cocked an eyebrow and I nodded. "It's okay! I can always go back for more!" I smiled and continued eating his cookie as he munched on his own.

It was quiet for a while until a question popped up in my head. "Hey…what's your name?" I asked, holding my last remaining cookie. He stared at me with his intense crimson gaze as his ears twitched.

"My…name? …It's Chrono…Just Chrono." He said. "But mostly people like to call me the Sinner." He grinned.

"Why's that?" I asked, starting to eat my last cookie. Chrono…that's a nice name…

"It's because I killed so many of my own kind." A wicked smirk forming on his face.

"Chrono…why do you want to kill people?" I asked, finishing my last cookie.

"Because you little bastards get on my nerves. Always screaming, always panicking at the first sign of danger. I despise you humans." He spat out.

I frowned. "Chrono, do you…hate me…?" My eyes shimmered as I thought that I was about to start crying. Chrono stared at me as a slight tear spilled from my eye.

"Do you want me to hate you?" He asked slowly.

I shook my head in a 'No.'

"Then stop asking so many damn questions!" He roared, shaking an angry fist at me. I giggled and scooted closer to him; his ears slid down a little, as he looked nervous.

"Great! So you do love me! I love you too Chrono!" I smiled widely as I took out the book I found from underneath my bed, "History of the Magdalene Order." "Okay, I found something interesting in this book." I stood up and walked over to Chrono, who was still in a sitting position and sat on his lap.

He gaped at me as his ears began to twitch as he watched me with curiosity as I nestled myself comfortably into his lap. "Girl, what are you doing?" He hissed out.

"Sitting on your lap. Okay." I found the page I marked and opened it. "In here it says, "The Holy Maiden's grave is buried in the Order's graveyard, so told to be the home of a sleeping demon." I read out loud. "Do they mean Mary Magdalene?" I asked, a confused expression on my face.

"I don't know, you guys are the nuns." He shrugged. "But I guess they do mean me…those bastards!" He suddenly shouted, making me almost jump. "They buried me under that cursed wenches grave!" He glared menacingly at my book as if he wanted to tear it up to a million pieces.

"Oh. So that must be Mary Magdalene! Well, I'm thinking that if I find that grave, it might have another secret passage! And that way I can see you more often without worrying about someone seeing me sneak in here!" I shouted with excitement, it really got on your nerves when you constantly thought that someone might catch you.

His ears twitched. "Alright then. As long as you bring some more of those…cookies…" He said, but I didn't listen, my eyes were glued to his ears. They twitched again as my eyes widened in fascination. "Something catch your liking, Girl?" He said, almost curiously.

I nodded as I reached a hand up to touch his ears. As soon as I did, they flinched and Chrono hissed out, grabbing onto my hand. "Don't touch!"

"B-b-but! They're so fluffy! …Please?" I pleaded again, my eyes widening. Chrono grimaced and let go of my hand, they instantly flinging up to touch his ears again. I rubbed the inside of them as I looked over them to see Chrono's eyes droop. "You like that, huh?" I proceeded on.

After awhile, I returned to my position in Chrono's lap as I stared up to see Chrono leaning against the wall for support and sleeping soundly. My hands could work magic! I'd have to do this more often, if I didn't want Chrono being so cranky all the time. I sighed peacefully as I nestled myself up against Chrono's chest, closing my eyes and falling quickly asleep.

Chrono peered open one eye and stared down at me. 'Stupid little Girl, making me soft…' He thought to himself, before joining her in a peaceful slumber.

A/N: Ahh! I like that ending! More to come soon, I find this story horribly addicting! I just can't stop typing it! As soon as I finished the first chapter, I made the next chapter! Gahh! What is a crazy, insane Fanfiction writer to do? Trust me, next chapter, more fluff and a little bit of on coming angst! Get ready to get addicted! …If you don't…that's fine too! Yay! Sayonara!