Dusted Shadow

Chapter Two

I turned right down the long hallway that lead to my room, thinking about what just happened. Seriously, what the fuck? I get it, I killed a King. But damn, my dad was making a bigger deal out of this than I was. It was just another stupid fucking disgusting demon, its not like it had a family or anything. Seriously. The cleaners were going to love me today, with as much demon goo as I was tracking down the halls. I was about halfway to my room when Davarious snuck up on me and bumped my shoulder with his. I jumped, squealing a little bit and he laughed.

"Miss Lasombra," He said casually, still chuckling.

"Sir Gregory," I said through gritted teeth. He stopped laughing and turned to look at me. I kept my eyes straight ahead, completely ignoring him. Jerk, nearly scaring the life out of me, what in the world was his problem? He stopped laughing and we walked in silence to my room. I started stripping, throwing my pants and boots in the trash, while Davarious galavanted and took a nice little seat on the futon in front of my enormous bed. I glared at him and he put his hands behind his head, stretching his body out and making his shirt rise a little. I shivered and turned away, taking off my shirt and throwing in the bin for dry cleaning. Hey, I might kick demon ass on a daily basis, but that doesn't mean I don't have good taste in clothing, besides its one of my favorite shirts. I took the hair tie out of my hair and let it fall down in its normal, curly messy place. It hung to about my lower back in dark ringlets, sighing heavily I turned to face Mr. Jerk Face.

He was staring at me, his jaw slightly hanging open. I raised an eyebrow at him and put my hands on my hips, which were only covered by my black lace panties. Now, I know what you're thinking, but its hard to explain. Davarious has been my guardian since I was born, we've grown to know each other, and well, alright yes; I love him. He's my protector and lover, but we've had to keep it secret. It's considered treason if we date within the castle walls - which is beyond stupid, but its my fathers rule - so that explains why I'm standing in front of this man half naked with no care in the world.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked and he smiled showing his perfect straight white teeth. His cheeks turned a little pink and he stopped undressing me with his eyes.

"You've just grown up so much, I don't know where the time has gone," he confessed, and leaned his head back against the back of the couch. I had the sudden urge to tackle him, so I did. I ran at him and jumped and we both went flying backwards me landing on top of him.

"Don't go getting all emotional on me Dave. That's why I have parents," I sat on top of him straddling him with my legs and pinnes his arms down. He tried to struggle free and I laughed, which made him look at me funny.

"What are you laughing at? It better not be me," he warned with a sly grin. I stopped laughing at him and looked him directly in his sapphire blue eyes.

"Or what?" I challenged. He dropped his grin and stared at me, a hint of fear in his eyes. I started to smile, when it happened. He threw me off of him and I rolled a couple of times and the next thing I know, he was on top of me pinning my arms to my sides straddling me with his legs.He was laughing, but I wasn't. My eyes had gone wide and I was staring at him with such shock that he took one look at me and stopped laughing. What the fuck just happened?

"When did you get so strong?" My voice was barely above a whisper and Davarious started laughing again.

"What, did you forget who trained you?" He replied and I relaxed immensely and rolled my eyes. Men; give them the chance and they will turn into cocky, chuckling Jerk Faces. I smiled at him nonetheless, his face and laugh mesmerizing me. I want to drown in his voice, in his pure beauty. Dark hair, bright sparkling sapphire blue eyes, a body to die for. He's so strong physically, emotionally and mentally and intelligence? Don't even get me started on that. We both stopped laughing and awkward silence fell between us. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about him like this, it's against the law but I can't help it. Often times I found myself wondering if he thought of me too, but usually quickly erased the thought because it was preposterous. All too soon he was rolling off of me and standing up, wiping off his pants. He offered me his hand but I refused it and he smirked. It was easy to be around him, and comforting. In the privacy and safety of my room we could be our complete selves, not the elegant, professional selves outside of these four walls.