Demonic Inheritance

Heart Mending Encounters

“The f**k did you hit me for?” The man's slimy voice grates against my last nerve and my hand shoots out to catch him around the throat.

“Perhaps, she hit you because when she was nice enough to ask you to stop you ignored her.” Lifting him off his feet I pull him up toward me until we are face to face. “What kind of scum ignores the words of a cute girl?”

“Who the f**k are you? When did the school start accepting cross-dressing Neanderthals?” If I was a less confident person his words might have hurt me but too bad for him I know I'm gorgeous. Also I had never seen a crossdressing Neanderthal; for all I know they could be goddesses.

“Cross dressing Neanderthals must be pretty f*****g amazing looking if that's what you think I am. So thanks for the compliment.” I smile once again revealing my teeth but this time the threat is purposeful. “Now get your bullshit spewing self out of my sight.” 

I toss him across the dining hall and he lands at the feet of a few other students. The rush forward to help him until one of the spots me and stops. He whispers my identity to the others and they slowly step away from where the creep still lay on the floor. I smile at him, remembering to keep my lips closed this time, and he nods his head once before leading the students away towards a table. Turning my back on the creep I look down at where Cami was cradling her hand to her chest. Grabbing her shoulder I pull her over to the buffet and wave down one the manservants. 

“Get me a compress or some frozen vegetables.” I say to him in a matter of fact tone like I would if ordering a coffee.

“She could have it healed at the school healers by magic without issue, Young Mistress.” He bows a little with his words.

“Why, she deserves to feel it. She got this hand wound defending herself. It is good for her character and her soul.” The manservant smiles ever so slightly and rushes off to grab something cold. 

“T-th- thank you.” Cami whispers quietly beside me and I smile down at her causing her to flinch. I quickly close my mouth and she blushes and lowers her eyes. “I-i’m not trying to b-be rude. Your teeth are scary.” 

The second sentence is said without a single stutter and her voice is so beautiful in full effect that my brain stops working for a few seconds. Unconsciously I raise my hand to her face and tuck her dark green hair behind her cute pointed ear. Her entire face flushes and she flinches backwards away from my hand.

“Sorry. Your ears are cute.” At that moment the manservant returns with an ice pack compress and I place it over her knuckles before saying goodbye and walking away.

If I stay any longer I might just keep touching her uninvitedly. I don't want her to think I'm like that creep. I look down at the floor where he was still recovering as I walk past. 

“For someone with a s**t recovery time you sure push your luck.” 

“Yes, I do. Sorry.” He groans out the words.

“I am not the person you should be apologising to.” Pulling my gaze from Cami is hard but I manage to do it and walk out of the dining room without eating.

It takes a bit of wandering to find my fathers office once again. When I enter he is on a call with someone so I just lower myself into one of the chairs and stare at the ceiling. He takes a good five minutes to finish his call and I'm ready to rip at my skin in boredom by the time he hangs up.

“So, you beat up the 13th son of the Unseelie king?” He cuts straight to the point and I let my creepy smile out. 

“He got handsy with your receptionist. Should I have left Cami to suffer that?” The pride on his face and the responding smile probably look just like mine. 

“Very good. I’ll still give him detention. I'm thinking he can clean the aviary. We have a large collection of both Alfheimr birds and Earth birds. He should enjoy that.” My fathers laugh can only be described as evil and it makes me smile. “Anyway, are you ready to go home?”

Home wasn’t a concept I was familiar with since my mother passed away so I just nod and follow him through a door hidden in the wall. 

A swimming sensation washes over me and for just a second I allow myself to lean against my fathers back. I’m unsure if he noticed it or not but, for just a moment, his heart fluttered and that one moment breaks down the last line of defence I have. I am still angry about how my mother died however Morgana is dead and my father lost two wives. Maybe, just a little, I can forgive him. When the ground is no longer wobbling I stand straight and look around. 

The Hallway we enter is stunning; the walls are composed of different types of rough stones melded together creating a natural cave-like appearance despite it being man made. The floors are a deep black colour with speckles of white and I won’t ever be able to guess the material.

“Father, what is the floor made of?” My curiosity gets the better of me and when he smiles at my words I roll my eyes.

“Obsidian. Pure chunks from the Lava region.” He says proudly and I can’t help but smile as he does. “So, It just occurred to me that I should warn you about your siblings. Within Darkness Gate, they don’t often hold their human form.”

We reach the end of the obsidian hallway and a fancy door large enough for a troll to fit through stands open before us. The room beyond the doorway is the type of perfect study you would find in a movie about ancient times. Rich coloured fabric lounges are scattered throughout the room, thick shaggy rugs cover the obsidian floors and half of one wall is dominated by a fireplace large enough that I could walk straight into it if I so wished.  

There on the wall is an image of my mother wearing a long red evening gown, standing at a window while staring off in the distance. Her ebony skin glows ever so slightly in soft moonlight and her dark hair falls below her waist in long braids. Directly beside hers is an image of a short plump woman in a purple evening gown. Her green skin also glows but in daylight as opposed to my mothers moonlight. Her face is round with bright purple hair piled atop her head and she is smiling in the painting. Her eyes look just as dangerous as I remember and the painter managed to capture the eerie red colour that haunted my childhood dreams. Across the top of both paintings hangs short black silk. Other paintings adorn the walls but I don't look at them.

Without further thought I walk up to the image of my mother and brush my fingers along the frame, too scared to touch the actual image lest I break it. A single tear rolls down my cheek and I swipe it away before I turn back towards my father. I startle and barely stop myself from jumping out of my skin. On the opposite side of the room, where I hadn’t bothered to look, were the women from the other paintings. They sit regally on the couches halfway through what looked like a tea party but have long since abandoned it and now stare directly at me. 

“She looks exactly like Connie.” One of the women says in a whisper before she bursts into tears. Another moves off the sofa so quickly I almost cannot track her and in moments I am wrapped up in her arms comfortably. I try hard to remain aloof but It isn't working and when the other two women stand and join her in embracing me I feel tears well once again.

“Charming, women crying is exactly what we want to come home to every day.” The voice sounds from the doorway and I look over ready to start a fight but my voice dies in my throat.

Standing behind my father are three massive carbon copies of the man himself. They each had slight differences; like one of them was as pale as moonlight while another was bright green however they all looked like my father. No-one could doubt their genetics. The one who had spoken was taller than me by at least a foot, which is a lot as I already stand at six feet myself, and he is built almost as wide as father himself. Despite his massive appearance his eyes are red as if he is trying to hold back tears himself. 

“Says the wimp.” A young boy who looks like he can barely reach my shoulder, yet is stacked with enough muscles he looks like he could bare hand brawl with a bear, says as he shoulders his way past all the other men.

I watch in fascination as he removes the three women who are smothering me before standing directly in front of me. Hands on his hips and his brow furrowed he sizes me up as if he wants to fight. He casually rubs his chin like an old man with a beard while he circles me. 

“You look more like the old Demon than your mother. The only thing you got lucky with is your mothers face.” He wiggles a finger at his own face then at the faces of the brothers before finally pointing directly at our father. “We got stuck with his ugly mug.” 

The tension I didn't know I was holding leaves and suddenly I’m cry-laughing like a psycho. My father strides forward and wraps an arm casually over my shoulder as if he had been doing it my entire life. My heart squeezes painfully and I barely hold back a wince at the physical pain of it all. 

“The small smart-mouth is your youngest brother, Logan. The wimpy brute over there is Justin, the second youngest. Behind him the pale looking kid is the third youngest Elijah, “ Elijah gives our father the finger while smiling and waving at me with his other hand. “And the obnoxiously tall thin goblin is your oldest younger brother Gael.” 

“Pleasure to meet you sister.” Gael tentatively steps forward but his eyes drift over the paintings behind me and he winces. 

“f**k the formalities.” I cry and throw myself at my brothers. I pull all four of them into my arms and squeeze them tight.

“s**t, I cannot breath.” Justin cries out and I quickly let go of them. 

“Told you he’s a f*****g wimp.” Logan punches Justin’s arm and walks over to sit down at the tea party.

My father removes his arm from my shoulders and sits on one of the largest armchairs I have ever seen. Almost unconsciously my three step mothers follow him and it is then that I get a chance to really see them. I had heard of Elizabeth, Darcy and Noelle from my mother however actually seeing them in the flesh is a different experience.

The woman who perches herself on my father's left leg is strikingly beautiful in an eerie manner. Her hair and skin are paler than paper, even her eyebrows and lashes are white. The only colour to her face is her bright green eyes that have elongated pupils and her cherry red lips. Her body is long and thin and she wore only a black satin night dress. When she smiles at Elijah I notice her teeth are small and perfect except for two ridiculously long canines. Her fingers are tipped with long black nails, pointed at the tips, that curve ever so slightly. That's definitely Elizabeth, the Vampire Princess.

Draped a bit too sensually on my fathers right side is a Curvy Redhead with dark green eyes. Her body is short even by human standards and she has thick muscular arms and legs. She is wearing a sports bra type top and pyjama bottoms revealing a ridiculous amount of abdominal muscles. Despite her hard as rock body she had a small face and mountains on her chest. The master iron smith Darcy the Dwarf who is very obviously Logan's mother.

Plopped cross legged between my fathers knees is Noelle. Her head rests against Elizabeth's thigh and the Vampire princess strokes her hair in a relaxed manner. Noelle is neither stunning nor plain. She was other. Her face was pretty but not delicate, her body looked thin but was covered in strong muscles like an athlete. Her skin and hair are both soft shades of brown while her eyes are a nice calming blue-grey. The only thing that stands out is the extra long pointed ears jutting from either side of her head. Everyone expects Elves to have ethereal beauty but that's only common among the fancy types. Wood elves like Noelle are born to blend in with the forests around them and can adapt to blend with any surroundings like a chameleon. I watch her smile and brush Justin's thigh as he walks past and a pang of sadness for my own mother rips into me.

I look over at Gael, the only one still standing with me, and a silent moment of grief flashes between us. Heaving a sigh I take his hand and we walk across the room to sit opposite our father and step mothers. The rest of the night is filled with catching up and laughter. Slowly a feeling of peace starts to spread and If I am honest with myself it's scary. 

At some point I must have dozed off but I woke when Gael lifted me off the couch and all the brothers and mothers walked me to my room. It was bare except for a bed but I was too tired to comment. They tuck me in as a group then leave.

I sleep like the dead until the tolling of church-like bells wakes me. I will be the first to admit I'm not a morning person so I march down the hallway with violence in every step until I come to a stop in the doorway to the room from last night. The mothers are bustling around with smiles on their faces. Elizabeth has a business power suit on and is fixing her lipstick near the door to the obsidian hallway. Darcy has a pair of overalls thrown over her sports bra and her curly red hair is piled atop her head in a bun so messy birds may nest in it. Noelle sits on the sofa in her pyjamas with a mug of coffee laughing at something my stupid father is saying.

“What the f**k is that infernal noise. Make it stop. I don't want to kill someone this early in the day.” I growl at the old demon as he smiles at my dishevelled appearance.

“You look exactly like Contessa.” He says with a smile.

“Same morning manners too.” Elizabeth chimes in with a wink at me and I huff and turn to walk away. 

“Atreya, your clothes are in the drawers in your room. I got them for you based on the items in your duffle.” Noelle calls after me and I wave over my shoulder and walk back to the bedroom. They are too wholesome for me to be around this early in the day.

Inside a dresser that had not existed last night I find clothes very similar to the ones I would choose for myself. The only difference is the fact that these ones are very obviously expensive. I find the uniforms and suddenly remember I start my first day at the prissy castle university today. I throw the skirts across the room into a pile beside my door and pull on a pair of jeans. I can handle the school shirts as they are just white button ups with a little logo on the breast pocket. How pretentious of the Alfheimr university to have uniforms. 

I return to the fireplace room to see Elizabeth and Darcy kiss my father goodbye and walk out of the magic door at the end of the obsidian hallway. I sit across from my father and Noelle eyes my jeans with a little laugh. My father just looks annoyed so I throw up a finger in his direction.

“The boys already left while you took your time getting dressed. I waited so I can teach you how to use the door.” My father says matter of fact before he rises from his chair. With a kiss for Noelle he says goodbye and pulls me along behind him. At the magic doorway he pushes me forward. “Open the door while thinking of the university. It is that simple.” 

Wow it must have been amazing to grow up around magic. With my nerves grating under my skin I push open the door and walk through. The swimming sensation hits but I stand my ground this time and suddenly we are in father’s office. With a smile I look back at my father and he nods his head approvingly. 

“Yay, Validation exactly the response I wanted.” I say sarcastically to cover the fact that I was actually quite happy. My father ruffles my hair, messing up my failure of a braid, before pushing me out of his door.

“Get to class, you have the schedule.” He smiles sardonically and closes the door in my face.

I give his door the finger and undo my braid with a sigh. I messily bunch my curls atop my head, wrapping the band around them and spin to face the day.

My classes go by quite quickly, probably because I was asleep for most of them, and lunch arrives causing me to smile. The massive dining room they use as a cafeteria is packed full of people and I grimace at the idea of sitting with any of these fools. Time to act like the goddamned princess I am. Walking over to the furthest table I snap my finger at one of the kids sitting there.

“You, vacate your set and settle in on the other side.” I point to the smallest possible gap between two of the people on the other side of the table. He hurriedly moves and I take his seat with a smile. “So what are we talking about?” They begin chatting away obnoxiously and I wave over the manservant from yesterday. “My dude, I need lots of meat and some potatoes. I don't know what you are serving so just get me that. Please.” 

Saying please startles him and I smile pleasantly. At some point last night my body calmed down and now only the flat human teeth I show the world fill my mouth. As the students continue talking I scarf down my food and relax backwards against the chair. A few minutes of white noise pass before I sit straighter and smile. Standing in the doorway looking lost is Cami. 

I’m about to call her over when Creepy douche from yesterday approaches her. I watch as he apologises and bows to her. Several people around them startle but he just smiles and waves as he leaves. Cami looks across the room and her gaze meets mine. I smile at her and she blushes and runs back out the door. Damn that's f*****g cute. The rest of the day passes without note and when it is finally time to leave I head towards my fathers office.

After a few minutes of walking I notice someone following me so I loop around the hallways for a bit. No matter how far I walk the follower keeps trailing me and my famous anger issues begin to rear their head. I stop randomly and look behind me with a frown. Despite the desperate attempt of my follower to hide I can still see her. I just couldn’t for the life of me figure out why Cami is following me. 

Her face is hidden behind the sign outside one of the classrooms but I knew those pink high heeled shoes paired with little white socks. No-one except Cami could get away with wearing something like that. With a sigh I move quickly down the hallway before ducking into the girls bathroom. If she really was following me now was the time to find out. Hiding in the stall, crouched on the lid of a toilet seat, I wait patiently. Three minutes later the bathroom door opens.

“I lost her again.” The whispered words are from Cami. She IS following me and a small part of me feels happy despite the suspicious side of my brain screaming at me.. “How does she always get away?” 

Silently I climb down from the toilet seat and peek through the gap in the door. Cami was standing at the sinks with a sad look on her face. With a sigh she turns on the water and splashes her face with the cold water. Exiting the stall I walk up behind her until her back is pressed against my front. At the closeness she stiffens and our eyes meet in the mirror. Her bright purple eyes wide while my brown ones are tense.

“Why are you following me?” I try to keep my voice level but some of the anger leaks out causing Cami to squeal in reply. “I asked you a question.”

“I..I...I.. c-can't think.” She stutters over her words and covers her face with her hands.

“What’s there to think about?” I lean down until my mouth is near her ear and place both hands on the sink trapping her between my arms. “Why are you following me?”

Cami squeals again but this time she spins around within the cage of my arms and looks up at my face. Her own face was tinged pink from the tips of her ears and hairline all the way down disappearing into her button up shirt. When she breathes in a deep breath I can't stop my eyes from staring at the rise and fall of her breasts. She exhales shakily before leaning forward on her tiptoes and mashing her lips against mine.

Her kiss is inexperienced and fearing that she may cut herself on my teeth I push her away. Her face falls and I watch as the tears well in her eyes. A small cry escapes her mouth as she ducks under my arm and rushes towards the door. I cannot let her go like this. As she reaches the door I have already caught up to her. Gripping her arm I spin her around and hold her against the door cutting off her escape.

“Why?” I need her to say it. 

“I..I...I.” She can barely speak and the tears that had welled in her eyes are now freely falling down her cheeks. “I don't know.”

Her words are whispered and if I hadn’t been close enough to feel her every breath even my advanced hearing wouldn’t have been able to catch them. A lost look overtakes her face and she once again hides in her hands. A painful feeling rips against my ribcage and I gasp as my heart threatens to burst. I stare down at where my hand holds her arm and realise the skin beneath my fingers is pale. 

Loosening my grip I watch her reaction as I move my hand slowly up her arm until it is cupping the side of her neck. Pushing my thumb under her chin I raise her face to mine. Cami stops breathing and her hands fall limp to her sides. Her purple eyes are ringed red and shiny from crying. Her face is blotchy and the tip of her small nose is now swollen. She looks adorably messy and my ribcage squeezes painfully. 

“Can I?” No other words can escape my mouth right now and I hope desperately that she understands my question. When her eyes drop to my lips and she licks her own in response I almost give in. She nods ever so slightly but my mind says it isn’t enough. “Speak. Cami I need to hear it.” 

“Y-yes.” The whisper is exactly what I needed and I feel a physical snap as my control disappears.

I press my thigh between hers, hard enough that she lifts a little higher and a sexy gasp escapes her. My hand slides to the back of her neck and I push my fingers into her hair. Using her hair as a guide I pull her face up as I lower my own. Her lips are soft and giving beneath mine and I groan at the feel of them. The kiss I give her is too forceful so I retreat just a little. Licking the seam of her lips makes her gasp and I push the advantage. When my tongue enters her mouth and I use it to rub hers she melts against me. Her hands grip my shirt collar and she begins to kiss me back. 

“Atreya.....” she moans my name as I kiss my way across her cheek and down her neck. Her delicate shoulder glows as her excitement builds and I almost cannot stop myself from being rough. I feel my teeth sharpen as I graze them over her skin so I stop myself and resume kissing my way down her chest. The tops of her breasts shake with her heavy breaths and I run my tongue across them both before gripping the top of her shirt and pulling it open. 

The buttons explode across the floor but my gaze cannot be moved. Hiding beneath this ridiculous uniform are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. They are perfectly rounded small mountains, sitting high and proud and inviting all the dirty thoughts they possibly can from me. I lean down while raising my gaze to Cami's, her face is flushed and looks almost pained. I stop moving, worried I have gone too far. Will she hate me now? An adorable growl escapes her in response and she pushes her chest toward me before she covers her mouth and retreats a little.

“So f*****g sexy.” Is all I can manage before I once again move forward. I close my lips over the dusty brown peak that has stood up to greet me and another sexy moan sounds from Cami. Gripping her right breast in my hand I flick her n****e with my claw while sucking the left one into my mouth. Cami pushes against me and her hands push into my hair. Gripping handfuls she pulls my head into her chest with surprising force. I grin up at her without removing her tit from my mouth and flick my tongue over her sensitive n****e. 

She groans and her legs shake slightly around my thigh. If I wasn’t using my own strength to hold her up she might have fallen by now. Squeezing her left breast I move my mouth to the right one and lavish it with an equal amount of attention while Cami tries to pull me away. Her lower body begins to move against my thigh and at the erotic sight my own p***y begins to throb. Lifting away from her chest I watch her face as she holds on tight to my shoulders and rides my leg. When she seems close I remove my thigh from between her legs and she whimpers weakly.

Wrapping a hand around her neck I bring our faces close together and smile. Ever so slowly I run my other hand from the top of her collar bone, over her breast, down her stomach and finally stop at the top of her skirt. Cami is holding her breath again so I kiss her quickly before reminding her to breathe. When she inhales shakily I continue my path over her skirt until my fingers are touching her bare thigh. She shudders violently and tries to pull herself closer but I hold her still with the hand on her neck. She is losing control and the power rush from knowing I am the one causing it has me wetter than I’ve ever been. I'm unsure if I can maintain my sanity.