Chapter 2: First real meeting

Raven woke softly to the sound of rain. She was aware that Malchior had drugged her the night before, and as she crawled out of the small cage she looked for the man. He wasn't in the room.

Raven shook her head and walked up to the small kitchen. It wasn't more than a few counters that contained a few potions and food. She grabbed one of the apples that lay there and dug in. Her last meal had been before the performance of last night, and since she hadn't had time to eat before her failed attempt to escape… So this was heaven for her.

"Up already?" Malchior's shadow fell over her as he opened the door. Raven didn't answer as she tried to hide the apple she was eating. "I'm making dinner so don't eat too much of the apples." With that, Malchior stepped outside.

Raven swallowed the last piece and sighed, despite his harsh treatment and possessiveness, he did take care of her. He did feed her and let her sleep inside, but Raven knew it was only because of her power. Had she not had them, then she'd be of no worth to him. It was also the fact that, to him, she was still a little girl. She was a few years younger than him, like, two hundred or so.

Still, despite his care, Raven felt trapped and she wanted to feel free.

She sighed before stepping out of the carriage. They had parked outside the backdoor of the theater. They stood in a decent sized alley with their home in one corner and Malchior using magic to cook on the other side of the alley. It was a foggy day, or it was just really early.

"Don't think about running," Malchior said as he had noticed her hungry stare for the opening of the alley. She wouldn't have a chance to run away now, but when the darkness came… Then she had a chance.

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Garfield yelped as his mother almost broke down the door. He'd been standing by the window and now lay on the ground from the impact of hitting the hard glass.

"Garfield Mark Logan! How could you!?" She screamed, before stomping up to him. Fear filled his form as his mother grabbed him by the shoulders and screamed, "How could you have meet Raven and not have told me!" It was more a cry of betrayal than anger.

Garfield looked over his mother's shoulder to see the apologizing face of last night's driver. Garfield frowned to the driver.

"I'm sorry mother, I really didn't think it was that big of a deal." He tried.

"Not big of a deal?!" She shook Garfield's shoulders and the newfound strength surprised the boy. "That was Raven Roth! The most talented female dancer in the world! She and Malchior travel the world to perform, they stay one week in one city and perform on three of them!" She screamed, "As far as I know that is…" She added with a lower voice.

"I said I was sorry mother!" Garfield cried.

"How was she? How did she look? Did she speak?" The questions kept coming as Garfield stopped listening until she was done.

When his mother's voice stopped, he looked at her. "She didn't speak much, she wore a cloak so I didn't see her, then she left…." He paused. "Can you let me go now?" With that his mother let go of him with an embarrassed blush.

"Sorry, I just…" She sighed. "I'm sorry Garfield, I'm just so curious about them. They keep everything to themselves." He understood why she wanted to know more, he'd probably too if he was her.

"It's fine."

"Well then, your father and I are planning your birthday, come!" She began to drag him out of his room and into the living room where they were indeed planning his birthday.

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Garfield didn't know where the idea came from, but out of nowhere, he suggested that maybe they could get the two dancers to perform. Whenever they chose to perform their dance or one he wanted was up to them, but his parents agreed. So with a large bag of money, Garfield was driven to theater by the same driver, who he kinda yelled at.

It wasn't really yelling or snapping it was more like he was scolding a child.

As Garfield stepped into the alley he looked around their little campground. Small yet big enough for two. He found the girl, Raven, sitting outside eating something he probably didn't know what was.

She noticed Garfield after minute and simply stared at him. "Malchior isn't here right now," She started before gulping down some red liquid, wine most likely. "He's out to get some herbs or some crap like that." Definitely wine, she sounded mildly drunk. How old was she? She looked to be no older than him, who was eighteen.

He stood still for a full minute just taking in her appearance. If one looked away from the small bags under her beautiful eyes, then she was perfect. It was clear that she was tired. But short purple hair and matching eyes seem to fill Garfield's mind as he stared at her. Her pale skin looked like it'd barely been touched by the sun, which didn't surprise him when he noticed that she was sitting in the shadows. It was also what she was wearing, a black gown with a silver belt, other than that, she was barefoot against the cold ground.

"Can't you help me?" Garfield asked, as he snapped out of his daydream.

Suddenly, she looked very hurt without meeting his eyes. "No, Malchior doesn't allow me." Her voice was barely above a whisper and yet he heard her.

"Why? Aren't you partners?" He asked.

"We are, but Raven doesn't always make the best decisions." A male voice said as the white haired dancer walked past him with a bag of herbs and flowers in it. "Raven, go put these away." He threw them over to her, she caught them before jogging inside the small house. "What can I do you for, sir?" Malchior asked.

"My mother," He started because he didn't really want to admit that he liked their dance. Because it was more like his mother's thing, but he did like it. "Was wondering if you'd like to perform on my birthday party in two days. We will pay of course."

Malchior looked at the bag in Garfield's hand, and judging by it's size, it'd be enough to keep them alive without another show for months.

"Very well, sir?"

"Logan, Garfield Logan." He gave a goofy smile to the way too serious dancer.

"Would you like us to perform something of your liking or ours?"

"Um…" He actually didn't think he'd get this far. "That's up to you guys, I want a surprise. I'll pay double."

Malchior couldn't refuse the offer.

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A very short chapter, but it's better than nothing… Anyway, I really need to get my ass of pintrest and to actually work on my fics. I am so sorry you have to wait so long.