Twice Dealt Back To You
Chapter Four: If You Don't Like The Message
The demon-lord cursed.
The memory spell was fading, and the girl had begun to remember.
He cursed again, and clenched his fist.
Santan would not be stolen from him. Not by the man he'd stolen her from.
There was a timid knock on the door.
He sighed. "Come." he said finally.
A servant entered, and bowed.
"My lord, I've just heard word that Lord Sesshomaru of the Western Lands is headed this way."
The demon-lord cursed a third time and picked up the poor messenger by the throat, standing up as he did so.
"When?" he snapped.
The messenger gaspted and sputtered, trying to breath.
The lord studied him for a moment before dropping him to the ground.
The messenger took a moment to catch him breath.
"Tomorrow, at dawn, my lord." he finally said.
The demon-lord hissed angrily, baring his teeth so his fangs showed., and turning to punch the wall.
"My lord?" The messenger asked in a small voice.
He waved his hand dismissively and the servant hurriedly, and relivedly, exited.
The lord leaned his head against the wall.
He though quickly. It was four hours until dawn. There was a village nearby, though none of the villagers knew of his castle. He did the math in his head.
"Santan." he saig gently, sticking his head into her room. When she looked up at him he came all the way in.
"My lord?" She asked sleepily.
"Get dressed. Pack what you may need."
"You're sending me away?"
"No, no, I'll send for you again once the danger has passed. I'll sadle a horse for you. Come when you are ready."
"Hai, My lord."
(A/N: How many chapters have I ended with, 'Hai, My lord'?)
