Love Reaps part 6

"If only I could always travel that way," Daemon murmured to himself, straightening his shirt and jacket. "Just need to wait for…" At that moment I landed on his back, sending him face first into the ground.

"Um…are you alright?" I asked sheepishly, blushing violently. Sitting on his strong, yet comfy back.

"Once you get off me, yes!" he exclaimed, turning his head, showing the dirt that was smudged over his face. I crawled off his luxurious back. He stood up and straightened himself again. "You could have stuck the landing?"

"Well tell that to Randy, who pushed me in…or well down," I replied irritably, thinking about that sharp nosed freak.

"He may not seem the best," he said, brushing the dust off his sleek leather jacket. "But he's absolutely loyal, and does everything he's ever been ask. I know this, cause I've worked with that Randy for years." I sighed.

"I never said he wasn't, I just dislike him," I said snootily, he just simply rolled his purplish eyes. "By the way, where did the jacket come from? I mean you weren't wearing it before." He scanned his jacket, before looking back at me.

"Oh I took an extra stop before coming here," He answered, already trudging ahead. "Come on, it will be dark soon." I glanced around; everything seemed to have a dampening shadow.

"It isn't dark yet?" I asked worriedly, scuttling after him. He laughed.

"Well it will become darker then," he responded, with a chuckle. I eyed his face, and suddenly I had to hold my tongue. I didn't want to start rolling on the ground. Should I tell him about the dirt on his face?

"Ph…hah!" leaked through my lips. He swerved his face to me.

"Is everything alright there?" he murmured, surveying my expression.

"Well…" I said uncertainly, wanting to change the subject.

"Yes, what is it?" he said impatiently, so he could continue with his evening stroll.

"Your face…it has…" I gurgled, choking on the saliva that was storing in my mouth, at my attempt to keep quiet.

"What does it have?" he retorted in alarm. I took a deep breath in.

"It's nothing, just nothing." I replied, turning away from the view of his appearance.

…

We were obviously getting into the hell's civilization. Creatures, some complete indescribable, were wondering around on their….leg things.

"Don't look at them," Daemon warned, knowing I was staring at these beings. "If you don't notice them, then won't do anything…" I gawked at him with worried eyes.

"What will happen if I do?" I questioned warily. He took one stern look at me.

"Just don't," he commanded seriousness in his voice. "It's an experience you would rather not experience here. Though it would make it a more noteworthy experience…but still don't do it" Though he told me not to, it seemed he also told me to do it…

The town was filled with them, creatures' shuffling through giant doors, and tall dark, brick buildings. They reminded me of school, minus the underworld as the location. But the creatures are like the students, sluggish and well scary. The constant gloominess, schools are always like that.

"Welcome to Grimsville," he bellowed, with a dry tone. "Though welcome probably isn't the best word to use."  

"More like farewell," I mocked. He nodded. "Grimsville?"

"That's where we are. It's the place where we start this…well expedition?"  He said unsurely.

"Expedition aye," I repeated in a sarcastic tone. I plodded leisurely behind him, but not far enough to be picked up by a monster.

He led me to a grey cemented tower. He briskly snapped the door open and walked in, I followed and gazed around. Walls lined with red velvet, and ancient paintings taking up half of the walls space. An elaborate wooden counter was in the middle of it, which I guessed was the reception desk. He leaned onto the desk and was talking to the receptionist. I just wondered around eyeing up all the paintings. One of them in particular caught my eye. It was quite small, but beautiful. It had a female in it…I think. She was extremely pale, dark gorgeous eyes and glowing purple hair.

"Let's go Scarlet," he hollered, snatching the keys off the counter. I took one more glance at the purple haired girl, before sprinting up the staircase to catch up with Daemon.

"Too many stairs," I puffed, flopping onto the ground at his feet.

"Well it's not my fault you're not fit," he seethed back, unlocking a door and creaking it open. "This is where we will be staying for…hopefully only a couple of nights."

"Great!" I replied sarcastically, pushing into the room. It was huge…in my opinion. Dull and gloomy, with its grey interior, but still there was a lot of space. In one corner was an oak wood, old Victorian styled bed. Across the other side was a burgundy, four seater leather sofa. No television though, just a coffee table with a lamp in the place where you would most likely find one. Other than that there was a murky tiled bathroom.

"Are you going to have a wash before you go for a snooze? He asked, folding his jacket, then hanging it on the side of a chair.

"Um…should I?" I said unsurely, he rolled his colourless eyes at me.

"Do you ever make up your mind?" he retorted back. I laughed.

"Not really," I said through splutters of laughter.

"Fine," he sighed. "Just go have a wash, so you smell less." I stopped and glared at him. I don't smell….he smelt me?

"When did you sniff me?" I blurted out. He gazed at me and scratched his dark hair.

"Well you have a scent," he said embarrassedly. "And well…sometimes that's all I seem to be able to smell." I let my brain fail to take it in.

"Wait…do you have super smelling power or something?" I said stupefied, trying my best to comprehend.  

"Shit no," he said instantly, shaking his head. "I just have a better sense of smell than you."

"Fair enough…hey!" I exclaimed lazily. "You don't have to be mean." I curled up my bottom lip.

"Hmm…okay," he said, walking into the bathroom. He casually walked back out and threw a towel at my head. I grabbed it and clenched it in my hands. "What are you waiting for? Do you want me to help you or something?" My face broke out into a wave of pink. I darted into the bathroom and banged the door behind me.
Is he just trying to make me feel uncomfortable? If he is, he's succeeding. I sighed and slid myself down the wall to the floor. I hugged my knees. I wonder if they're missing me.

After a couple of moments of feeling home sick, I got over it. I slipped my clothes off and threw them on the floor. I turned the shower onto cold and stepped in. I've always loved the cold. I slowly switched the water off, and reached for the towel. It wasn't the most softest towel in the world. Though it felt similar to cardboard.

I gently wrapped the towel around me, making sure that it wouldn't split. I stood there motionless, think of what I seemed to be missing. At that time I thought I was going mad, but then I fathomed that I didn't have any other clothes.

"Damnit!" I screeched, hauling the door open. "Daemon, I think I forgot to…" I paused; sitting there, perfectly folded on the bed was a nightie.

"What were you saying?" he goaded, knowing what I was raving about.

"…Where did you get it from?" I asked suspiciously, nicking the nightie off the bed.  

"Where you get all sleep wear from," he said slyly, a grin inching across his face. "From Dangle Date wear." I scrunched up my face and threw the cardboard at him.

"Not freakin funny!' I squawked, hastily slipping the nightie on. It fitted like a dream. I mean, how does he know what size I am? He hung the towel over his arm and strolled up to me; looked me up and down, then obviously satisfied continued to the bathroom.

I wondered aimlessly around the room. The boredom of this stone aged place was beginning to kick in. As I came past the misty window, I ceased. Are trees meant to sparkle? There was something actually give off light out there. I tried wiping the glass with my arm, but the darn thing was too dirty. I wonder if they ever clean it?

"Why aren't you in bed yet?" Daemon uttered his hands on his hips.

"Um…sorry, what did you just say?" I answered back, moving away from the windowpane.

"You'll regret it tomorrow if you stay up any longer," he continued, giving a demanding glare. He switched the lights off and made his way to the couch. "Do you want me to tuck you in?" again with the ridiculous questions…that make me obey…

"No," I whimpered, reluctantly getting on the bed. Daemon laid himself down on the leather sofa. I sat there in the eerie darkness, wishing I was anywhere but this dark pit.

"Do you ever stop thinking?" he exclaimed with annoyance from the sofa. "You're always thinking. Don't you just ever stop?" I just sat there, motionless and gobsmacked.

"What's the matter?" he murmured softly, moving around in the dark. A ditch appeared on the edge of the mattress. "I can't really hear what you're thinking. I just hear jabber. I can't really understand a single thought."

"Still, you sound like some sort of infamous hero," I said, peering at him through the sheet of darkness. "You have super smell and you hear people's thoughts." He sighed and shook his head.

"And I can't sleep," I added pathetically, dropping my head.   

"Well how about I sit here all night until morning?" he said, leaning against the footboard.

"You sure? I mean don't you need to sleep?" I asked, almost surprised. "But then again super people don't need sleep do they?" A grin beamed on my face.

"Yea, just go to sleep," he mumbled, throwing a blanket over my head. I laughed and shoved the blanket off.

"Nightie night Daemon," I slurred, resting my head on a stale pillow.

"Good night Scarlet," He replied softly.

I laid there listening to him inhale and exhale. He actually seemed a bit human when he breathed. I gradually drifted into unconsciousness…until I was there, in dreamland.