Chapter 3

"Oh, Dana…" Demetre moaned sensually.

They made love on white satin sheets and in a four-poster bed with silk bed curtains blowing softly in a mild breeze. A set of French doors adjacent to a Juliet balcony overlooking a majestic oceanic view were open. With a Persian rug on the floor and the ambience romantic, they lost themselves to unbridged passion. They rest of the world was but a far off thought and all that matter was here and now.

It was a room reserved for honeymooners, someplace luxurious, but Demetre didn't know where, or nor did it matter. If he was having a dream, then he never wanted to wake up. If this was Heaven, then he never wanted to go back to the mortal world. And if this was a fantasy concocted in a heightened delusional state from the bourbon he drank at the campfire, then so be it. He was willing to stay here forever.

I never want to wake up, not as long as I have you…

He kissed Dana on the lips, their tongues intertwined, and he touched her in places that made her exhale in ecstasy. His hands moved beneath the satin sheets caressing her sensitive spots delivering the utmost pleasure to the woman he loved.

"Oh, Demetre…" she replied back (in his mind).

She softly begged for more. They had made love before, but this was different. And here, in the throes of passion, they let everything go, and submitted to temptation of the flesh and sheer animalistic magnetism. When two people were in love, it was not a sin.

Forget what the Bible says. Sex out of wedlock is not a sin, Demetre told himself. Especially with the woman I love.

"I love you, Dana…"

She reached for him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing their naked bodies together. Sweat gave her skin an angelic glow and tears of joy ran down her cheeks as he began to push in—all the way in.

She gasped, and then hugged him even tighter, forcing his body against hers. His breathing became heavy and he felt so euphoric.

If this is wrong, then I don't want to be righted.

When he climaxed, he did not resist it or pull out, and neither did Dana deny him the pleasure of release.

Dana continued to clutch him as they remained connected, sharing their togetherness in an embrace of covenanted love.
He had closed his eyes for a moment when he released, but now Demetre opened them and looked upon Dana in all her radiant beauty. He smiled and she smelled back. Neither one of them wanted to pull away.

"I love you, Demetre. So very much!"

"And I love you, too, Dana—forever and always."

They didn't move, both of them wanted to stay exactly where they were. He didn't pull out, he wanted to stay connected to her for as long as possible. He remained inside her and she accepted him. As he thought before, if this was a dream he never wanted it to end, and he never wanted to be apart from her ever again. If he did, he knew what was waiting for him.
Loneliness and despair.

He leaned in and kissed her.

I'm sorry—for letting you die…


In the Master Bedroom of the cabin, Demetre Draycott moaned in his sleep and muttered under his breath. The white bed sheets that he slept beneath were half of him, exposing a great deal of his naked skin.

His crucifix lay in the well-defined chest between his pectorals that glistened with sweat. He was having a very good dream. And the erection he produced was proof of this—as the woman who slept next to him observed. But she had not undressed him. She had only found him like this when she arrived and climbed into the queen sized bed with him, removing all her clothes.

She leaned on her right elbow and watched him sleep. The room was comfortable with a warmth to sleep uninhabited. A sensual breeze from an open set of French doors gave access to the outside, producing the perfect atmosphere for love and contentment. Just off in the distance, she could see the leaves of the trees rustling in the wind and heard the sound of a river passing through, the sounds carrying.

The bed they slept in was a four-poster bed with decorative curtains that wrapped around each post for ambiance. On the floor was a decorative carpet overtop dark oak wood flooring. The entire room was decorated to an acquired taste. But there was little when it came to personal items, as if the cabin was nothing more than a place to sleep, and if need-be, could be abandoned at the moment's notice.

The bedroom was large as was the entire cabin with its multiple rooms and amenities.

The cabin had been willed to Soichiro Yagami from a friend of his who had died. She found the deed and the transfer in a wall safe that was in the room. She had looked around, bored, waiting for Demetre Draycott to awaken.

Demetre Draycott was not the only person in the cabin, there was also a young boy in another bedroom, including a small dog that slept on the bed next to him. But not a dog, she knew. She knew it was not of this world.

Demetre Draycott moaned again, "Oh, Dana…" under his breath.

If she wanted to, she could take advantage of him in his dream like state. He would no doubt would submit to her whims, thinking she was the same as whom he dreamt about. She could ravage him and he would accept it. But she didn't. She was quite content with just watching him sleep.

She has never been to the Hokkaido-Jozankei Forest before, but it's majestic atmosphere gave her a sense of tranquilly and she was glad she came. She enjoyed the solitude of the cabin and wished she could partake in it more. But she was here to find Demetre Draycott.

He had been aloof and away from the normal places he would normally be.

The Savant Society was not like it used to be and when she asked about him returning to it after spending a prolonged time with someone else, no one could tell her where he had gone. Demetre and Adam Rothschild had left on his motorcycle to places unknown and never looked back. It was only by accident that she found him when she saw and followed Geist and Angel. They lead her straight to him.

The French doors to the Master Bedroom had been unlocked and that was how she got in. But she could have easily transpose through the wall like a spectre. She found him in bed naked. She decided to have a little fun and stripped all her clothes off and got into bed next to him. When he awoke, he would be shocked—a little entertainment for a god of death.

Demetre muttered Dana Chika's name under his breath again. She was the woman he fell in love with when he joined the Savant Society, who was also a childhood friend, and the same woman that Zurn Wellington, the Savant Society's enforcer, killed. Zurn also betrayed the Savant Society and gave most of its secrets to the League of Darkness. Those who did not join the LOD we're led like sheep to the slaughter. Shinigami killed them and stole their lifespans.

Demetre appeared to be waking and he moaned, his eyes opened slowly. The bright morning light from outside temporarily blinded him and he rubbed his eyes of sleep, birds tweeted as if awakening him with their song.

Demetre yawned and then tilted his head to the side, his eyes still sleepy. But the moment he saw her, they flew open wide in fright and he fell out of bed. He grabbed a bed sheet and covered himself. His headed darted around as if looking guilty. "What the hell? Who are you?"

She licked her lips and looked him over seductively. "Well, good morning, sexy. You certainly are a better specimen than someone else I knew. A lot more wonderful muscle tone, too. If I recall, even bigger." She winked at him.

"Bigger?" Demetre looked down at himself, then looked back at her. He tried to hide his erection. Embarrassed, and little red-faced, he said, "Who are you? And how did you get in here? And why are you naked in my bed?"

She turned over onto her stomach, but her backside was exposed. Her arms covering her breasts beneath. But she was not ashamed of her body. And by the look of Demetre, he liked what he saw.

"Which question would you like to me answer first?" She cocked her head to the French doors which were partially open, as for her nakedness, she thought it was obvious. "But let me ask you a question beforehand, how long are you going to keep that?"

He gulped looking back at her, bunching up the sheets to further hide his erection. "Sorry, I'm trying to make it go away," he said. "Did we, well, you know? I had a lot to drink last night and I'm totally confused. I should also have a hangover, but I don't."

"I know you were drinking last night. You threw up all of your clothes and your friend had to undress you and put you into bed. You had your shorts on, but I removed them. You seemed uncomfortable. Sleeping naturally is always best for the body anyhow. Plus, I was curious. But no, nothing happened. You were having an interesting dream, however, and I enjoyed watching you have it. You should have had a hangover when you awoke this morning. I could smell bourbon all over your breath, but I took it away."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I touched your mind and took any effects of the alcohol from it; I can do that," she said. "You shouldn't drink so much, it's bad for your health. And I wouldn't want you to get fat. But enough with the foreplay, I know everything about you Demetre Draycott, and about the boy in the other room, the Savant Society, and Kira. My name is Valtros and I'm a Shinigami. I don't have a handler at the moment. I was kind of wondering if you'd like to be my handler? A human can be owner of two or more Death Notes at the same time. There isn't a rule again it, unless the Shinigami King suddenly makes one up? He can be a jackass like that sometimes. I came to you in human form because I thought it would be more appealing, my Shinigami self is not very nice to see. Do you like what you see?"

Demetre swallowed. "You look very nice for a Shinigami—Valtros, was it? You're unlike any god of death I've seen. I know Shinigami can take human form, but none of whom, including those Shinigami that I'm travelling with, have exhibited any interest in such. But the conversion has come up."

"I can do much more than take human form, Demetre Draycott. I can do everything a human female can do and more. I even have all the parts too." She smiled. She turned to him and faced him straightly, revealing her full sexuality. "Care to test your valour? Or are you saving yourself?"

Demetre's face got red and his eyes darted from side to side trying not to look at what was most obviously he liked. "I'm not a virgin, if that's you're asking. Can you—" Demetre's voice squeaked. "Can you please put some clothes on. I'll get dressed, too. Then we can talk."

"Why do you want to talk? Actions speak louder than words? Or would you rather that I looked like someone else? Dana Chika, perhaps?" All of sudden, Valtros's appearance transformed into the body and face of Dana Chika—exactly how Dana looked like by way of a framed picture on a nightstand next to the bed taken at sometime with Demetre with her. "Come to me, my sweet lover boy," she said with her arms extended.

Demetre's demeanour became very hard and he frowned. "Change back right now! And never do that again!"

Valtros frowned guiltily. She took her teasing too far. She changed back to her natural human form immediately.
Demetre walked over to a dresser, dropped the bed sheet, his pale white buttocks completely exposed. Valtros looked at it and was reminded of a juicy apple. He put on a pair jockey shorts, khaki trousers and a casual black V-neck t-shirt, his chain and crucifix exhibited prominently.

No longer intimidated by her forth-rightfulness, she began to dress, too.

"I know that you and Adam Rothschild are looking for Dana Chika's killer…" she said, "…Zurn Wellington. Just so you know, he's joined the League of Darkness and he's well protected by its leader's minions. There's no way you'll get close to him without my help."

To be continued...