Hellbound

4- A Fight with a Pillow

After having cleaned the entire house, she went to get some rest. Well attempt to at least. Raven had gone to her room and laid down in her bed, covers up over the top of her head. Her room was decently sized with a queen sized bed and a window. The main colours were Violet and Black, with bits of red on occasion. It had a few charcoal drawings hanging on the walls from when she got bored. Raven was actually quite an artistic person, when she wanted to be.

One was of herself at the waterfall, standing on top and looking over the edge, about ready to dive in. She was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt in that one. Another was of a deer in a clearing that she had found. It was a good sized buck, and was away from the herd. Perfect for hunting. Except she didn't ever kill animals for the fun of it; only when necessary . She loved animals, and most of the time, they loved her. Unless she smelled of blood. With her being a demon, she could sneak up and kill an animal in less than a few seconds, if she wanted to. But she never did; the animals were always there for her, unlike people. They always understood her. She never could get people, never understood their reasoning for the wish power or wealth. When she was human, her parents were never there. She never considered them family, and the only reason they were was a small red substance. Blood.

The only reason she had to stay was that they were blood related. If that. Lets say that the first twelve years of her life weren't.... Splendid. She managed to get away after a while, but after, everything continued going downhill. She was tortured, starved, depressed, and then Killed. Well, 'killed.'

She had fallen asleep, something most demons don't need, but she does. She was once truly human, so she still has to continue sleeping, and eating; Just not as much as she normally would. Even then, she wouldn't die without it, Merely be extremely tired or hungry. With her, she'd rather be tired. But she still needed sleep, Whether she liked it or not. She was a victim. A victim of Life after Death. She felt, every little thing that happened in her dreams. Lucky for her, her dreams were nothing but nightmares. When she dreamed, it was of but monsters and death. Sometimes she was the monster, sometimes she was the Murderer. But most of the time, she was the victim. Being ripped to shreds, torn limb from limb, stabbed and gutted. This is what she felt. She never had a break; never had any pleasant dreams. When normal people go to sleep, they get a break. A break from life, from the work it takes to live. Sleep for them is a temporary escape. Not for Raven. Her hell just keeps going... and going..... and going... Until she either goes completely crazy, or the devil takes her for her skills.

She woke up about four hours later, and the clock on her wall reads 10:00, and it's dark outside her window. She quickly sits upright, wrapping her arms around her midsection in pain. "Damn..... Really... Freaking got me that time..." She talks out loud, just for herself to hear before groaning and rolling over, punching her pillow a few times to get out some useless anger. She gets up, jumping off the bed.

Raven walked downstairs and into the kitchen, one arm still gripping her other side across the front of her ribs. She digs her nails into her sides and hisses. Her ribs still hurt, but there was no wound. It felt like an old, rusty nail was stabbed between her ribs. She made a pot of Earl Grey tea and set it to the stove.

"What's the matter, get into a fight with your pillow?" He was back

She groans "Damn it.... I said get off my property, not let yourself in....Asshat...."

"Well, I figured that I'd pop by. See if ya changed your mind."

"Nope. Not until I see a puma fly." she moves her arm away and finishes the pot, pouring herself a cup... And Griffin one as well. She may of hated him, but she was still a nice person. She passed it to him and he shrugged, taking it thankfully. He was a big fan of tea.

"I could arrange that, actually." Griffin grinned a quirky grin and took a sip, leaning back into the chair that he had found at the counter. "Sapphire's her name. You should meet her."

"Meet....Whom? Who in your fathers name is Sapphire?"

"Well.... She's a puma. She's a purpleish-blue and flies around on little wings, just like a cute bee. She's merely a kitten right now, and still hasn't gotten complete control of her.... Skills. Wanna meet her? Maybe.... I could use it as an excuse to get to know you better. Call it a date." He smirks, his perfect teeth flashing in the light.

"There's no puma, is there?" Raven looks over to him, skepticism showing obviously in her deep crimson eyes.

He laughs wholeheartedly, his smile going up to his eyes. He quirks his head, light blonde hair falling into his face. He smirks and takes another sip of the drink, looking over her curiously. "Maybe, but maybe not. I would love to go on a date with you, Doll. You're quite interesting to me."

"And why is that? I'm a hermit. And i hate people, what more do you need to know?" her eyes flash a bit of anger before returning to normal. She finishes her tea and washes out the cup, gently putting it back into the cupboard where it belongs.

"Well, all of you. You make me curious. What kind of demon are you? How old? Have you ever killed anyone? All of it. I've never met another who has had sanity. Only me. Even my father is a complete maniac when it comes to ruling. Why do you think I spend my life up here?"

She mumbles to herself "it's not much better than hell up here...." she coughs before washing out the teapot and taking his cup from him. "Why so many questions about me?!"

"Because, you're interesting. I like you."

"Stop asking questions!!!"

"Not unless you go on a date with me"

"Oh, so now we've gone from working together to dating?! Great!" Raven growls in frustration, and puts her hand up to her face, closing her eyes and putting her other hand on her hip. "Fine. You win, Blondie." she looks back to him, amusement clear on her face. "Will you stop asking questions?"

"Tomorrow, meet me in the park. I'll be there to pick you up. Wear something.... that you can get wet." Griffin smirks and moves his hair out of his face, flashing off of the property before Raven could say anything.

She groans and reads her book on the couch. She stays there all night and part of the day, having to re-read certain parts because Griffin, well, her vision of him, kept interrupting her reading. She put on her black trench coat, flipped the collar, and walked out the door.