Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 15: Bad Vibes

I woke up early, still wrapped up in David’s arms. And even though I was wide awake I couldn’t find it in myself to move or pull away. I was so comfortable and warm and safe. I hadn’t felt this safe and cared about since my mom was alive.

I traced patterns on David’s chest with my fingertips while he continued to sleep, breathing deeply and evenly with his head turned. I couldn’t see his face since my head was resting against his broad shoulder, but I was sure he looked as handsome as ever.

“Fayth?” a voice asked softly.

I stiffened and then relaxed, “Yes Penn?” I whispered.

“Antonio wants to talk to you,” he said, suddenly appearing on the other side of the bed, the side I was facing.

“How do you know?” I frowned, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t wake David.

“Well, he was talking out loud hoping I would hear and come and get you,” he shrugged, “He also said that even if you left David wouldn’t wake up for another while so you can talk privately,” he added.

I pursed my lips. I didn’t really want to leave David but I didn’t really have much of a choice. I sighed, curling up against his side tightly for another second before I pulled away gingerly, unwrapping his arms from around me slowly as I slid backwards.

Once I was out of his range he groaned, a frown creasing his face as his hand reached out to me. I smiled slightly before I leaned forward, running my fingers through his messy black hair, “I’ll be back,” I promised before I slid off the bed and quietly left his room, closing the door behind me with a quiet click.

I padded down the hall and found Antonio in the kitchen, two mugs of tea already ready.

“So it worked?” he arched an eyebrow, an impish grin on his face.

“Luckily,” I commented as I sat down, holding my hot mug in my hands. Not because I felt cold, as a matter of fact my usually icy cold skin felt warm because of David  holding me under his blankets.

I took a breath, “I’m…sorry. About yelling at you Saturday. I think you’re…right. About my father I mean. Or at least, I hope so.”

He smiled sympathetically, “It's okay Fayth. You had every right to be angry.”

“Still, I should have realized it,” I sighed, rubbing my temple, “But about my father…my real one…” I chewed my lip thoughtfully, “He’s still…alive? Right?”

“Last I heard yes,” he nodded slowly.

“I’ve heard stories about demons…is he the type who just…came to Earth and impregnated women?” I asked, wincing.

“No, but he is a rare type of demon. Your father is just a bit of a Casanova,” Antonio rolled his blue eyes.

“What kind of demon is he?” I asked, genuinely curious about my real father.

“Canicus,” he said, nodding, “A powerful and very rare breed. There’s not many of them left since they’re a very ancient type. Canicus means Born of Fire, which is suited to that particular type since he is a strong fire demon, as well as a chaos one. He’s not as bad as his ancestors who lived off death, destruction and darkness but he still enjoys the death part of it sometimes.”

I made a face, “He’s a psycho killer?”

“No, he kills people only with good reason. Like for his job, if they double crossed him, they owe him something and don’t pay up, sometimes there are accidents. With his breeding if he gets too angry his powers flare up without his consent.”