A Tale of Paranormals

What Now Daemas?

Chapter 4. What Now Daemas?

“Of course.” Daemas gave him a puzzled look. “We Daemons are known to speak and understand ever creature in the world.”

John blinked again.

Daemas dashed back upstairs and came back down with a small emergency kit that had a little bit of dust on it, as well as a thick blanket. He took her hand and raised it to his lips.

John let out a low growl, but Daemas assured him that he just wants to take care of her.

“No need. She can heal perfectly on her own.” The wolf growled out.

“Even so, it’s is my duty to tend to her. As an apology.”

John let out another growl, but when he saw that the Vampyre wasn’t going to back down, he calms down. He keenly watched the blood drinker, taking in every detail of his movement.

The Vampyre gently inserted his fangs into her flesh and he injected a little of his venom in her to make her fall into a deeper sleep. He brought out the bandage from the kit and wraps it around her neck.

Daemas could have easily healed her with his powers but he didn't want to cause much trouble between them both. After all, she didn't give her consent. Once he ties the bandage around Amarantia’s neck perfectly, and not too tight that it would restrict her airflow, he then covered her with the blanket.

He stood up and turned to leave, with the kit in hand, but suddenly halted. He looked back and heaved sighed.

‘f**k it.’ And with that thought, he gently dropped the kit on the ground before gently picking Amarantia up. John sprang up, snarling.

“Follow me.” Daemas said to the mutt, staring at the wolf with unimpressed scarlet eyes. He didn’t even wait for John before he started upstairs. John was hesitant to follow, but he did anyways.

Daemas made his way into one of the rooms, one filled with artistic paintings and antique objects. He walked over to the king sized bed, and with his powers, he drew down the covers before lying Amarantia on it. The buttercup skinned woman let a pleased sigh as her back came in contact with the cloud for a bed. Daemas flicked his hand and the duvet covered her. John immediately got on the bed, half of his body lying on Amarantia’s lower half. He still glared hell at Daemas. The Vampyre just chuckled and tried petting him. John snapped at his hand, making the Vampyre chuckle again before leaving.

Next morning, Amarantia woke up, and was a little creeped out by the realization that Daemas carried her upstairs. Still in her clothes and cloak, she got down from the bed, waking up John. She untied the bandage from her neck, revealing healed skin. With John in tow, she made her way downstairs – by jumping off the grand stairs and landing silently, due to her activating an Air Spell. She got her horse, which was already awake and opened one of the large doors and walked out. Unfortunately, her attempts at being silent wasn’t successful. A Vampyre’s enhanced senses weren’t meant to be trifled with. Neither should their speed.

“So, you are just going sneak away into the sunrise?" He asked with a c****d brow, his accented voice had a teasing tone in it. The Vampyre leaned lazily on one of the pillars, his arms folded. He currently had on a pair of black leather pants and white shirt, which was slightly opened on his chest. His clothes accented his toned muscular build and went well with his beautiful, smooth mocha skin.

Amarantia just continued what she was doing; that was, tying the wagon filled of chopped woods to the horse.

“Come on John, let's go.” Amarantia said and started walking away.

“Wait.” Daemas stepped into the sunlight, unbothered by its warm rays, and walked over to her. “Do you even know where you are going?”

“… no…” Amarantia trailed off with a slight frown. “But I have to get home. No matter what. There's no harm in trying.”

“There is. This woods are dangerous and there's no way in the Seven Realms of Hell I’m allowing my Mate to get harmed.”

Amarantia turned back and c****d an eyebrow at him, an unimpressed expression on her face. “O really?” She deadpanned.

Daemas winced. “Look, I know that I f****d up, badly, but I want to make it up to you. Please, let me escort you home.” Daemas pleaded.

“You know, we need to get home soon and we're going to need his help.” John growled out.

Amarantia turned to him and stared down at him with a surprised look. He nodded his head.

“Fine!” She threw her hands in the air. “You can show us the way to the village. But be some feet away from us.” She batted her hand at him, indicating for him to move back.

Daemas chuckled richly. “As you wish.”

The door banged behind him and the mansion locked itself up.

Because of the thick snow, Amarantia casted a small fire spell – which still takes a lot out of her – hovering four feet away from them that melted the snow, making it easy to walk; but because of the light snow falling, it covered the cleared track back.

Before long, Amarantia saw the village ahead and she ended the spell – breathing out a sigh of relief. It also seemed that her brother has gathered their friends to come look for her and they were headed their way.

“I think you should get going now.” She said to Daemas. “People will get suspicious if they see you.”

“Are you worried about me?" Daemas asked with a smirk.

“Hell no!” Amarantia snapped with a glare. “I just don't want them asking too many questions, like who are you and where you came from? It's annoying when people ask annoying questions.”

Amarantia knew deep down that what she said was a lie, and so did Daemas – seeing as she gazed down at her with an amused expression. She just didn't want the blood drinking bastard to get into unnecessary trouble and get hurt because of her.

“If you say so.” Daemas said with a deep chuckle. “Goodbye Mr. Wolf, My Lady. I hope to see you again.” He took her hand and laid a chaste kiss on the back of her palm, making the raven haired teen to blush. Daemas lets go of her hand and backtracked. His black feathery wings sprouted out from his back – not damaging his shirt as no sound of tearing was heard – and he was about to take flight but stopped by a whispered word.

“What?" He blinked owlishly Amarantia, whose face – having a dust of blush on her cheeks – was turned to the side.

“Amarantia. My name is Amarantia.” She said, looking at him straight in the eyes before she looked away. “And I'll… I'll also like to meet you again… Daemas.”