I Think I Know

Freya

After our date and my time flying through the best art shop I have ever laid my eyes on, and I will admit that I did get a little greedy knowing that I could have anything I wanted from this amazing store, I wondered if this was all really just a pity date because of what I had been through. Mikeal was very sweet and dropped me off at my door to my room he gave me and kissed me gently goodnight before he walked back to his study for the night. Though I truly wanted to be in his arms I couldn't think of anything to say to him to get him to say when my mind was not sure the reason was for his switch and the only thing I could think of was that he felt sorry for what I had gone through. Sighing I looked at the canvas I had slung a sheet over and smiled, perhaps I should give him his gift tomorrow morning. Undressing and crawling myself into a pair of very soft pajamas with the shirt stating I love naps on it, I slowly crawled into bed smiling and silently thanking Mikeal for an amazing first date. Though I still couldn't understand what I saw happen at the theater and I knew something was different now about them all, I should just ask instead of playing games and waiting, I wonder if that was what Eva was trying to tell me.

Mikeal

I was very uncomfortable the whole night, I did not realize my little chubby lamb would be he own type of demon when it came to shopping for art supplies. A grin spread across my face as I sat in my chair looking at the computer that quietly flickered on, running my hand through my hair the grin turned into a smile thinking of how she had tried to lay claim to me in front of the waitress. Looking at the computer opening an email with a medical report of exactly what had my pure little goddess went through spilled across the screen. My blood boiled as I read through ever stitch she needed, every bruise they photographed, even the amount of blood and plasma she needed to be given. These men would pay for what she went through, without a doubt they would get theirs, but now I could help her more. She wouldn't survive what I enjoyed if she was always reliving this pain instead of seeing the pure pleasure that I could bestow upon her in our bedroom together, she would trust me to never do anything that she wouldn't want to her or put her in the hospital. No one would ever be able to harm her again. Grinning I grabbed a bottle of blood wine before I drank it back needing to refuel myself before I opened another email from a suspicious source.

'The only way to truly make sure a witch demon is dead brother is to completely remove her head and burn her body and head in two separate locations.

I'm coming home brother, I see clearly now. Our Eva is back, her soul calls to me, she'll call to Henry soon too.

Freya will be ours even if she's only got your mark so far, Eva wants us to change that. She wants us to be family all again. Freya is not Eva, but Eva calls to me to be with this Freya of yours. She isn't Eva. She'll never be Eva, but if Eva has chosen her then maybe I should get my head out of my ass and come home to be where I truly belong. Now that the witches allure and fogginess has been lifted from me, I can feel and see everything so much clearer.

Move Henry to the house again too. Our love beckons us back. Something is coming and Freya will need us all, every fiber of my demonic nature is telling me this. You'll feel it soon brother.

We need to find out what she is. Why Eva choose her.

-Edgar'

Grinding my teeth I glared at the screen, how dare he think he could just interject himself into my life, into our life! Before I knew what I was doing I slammed my fist into the desk cracking the cherry wood. His demon was gifted with the sight as well as being the demon of the dead, not feeling Eva and our child after they were murdered, killed a part of him, he needed to be able to feel them to mourn them and he couldn't find them no matter how hard he looked. That's how we knew she'd be coming back, but he couldn't wait. Suddenly I sat up straight re reading his words, he had killed his wife, what had driven him to kill her instead of just leave her? We could have bound her magic. Trying to calm myself I closed my eyes and let my demonic senses ride around my house, could I feel what he did? Breathing so slow I looked dead from the outside I finally felt that familiar essence, the one I would bathe in if I could, my Eva. She was calling to us, she was bringing us to Freya, what was she trying to tell us? Sighing again I lowered my head before standing up, I need to finish the mating ritual, she needs to accept her mark and see it fully before the sex gets involved. It was selfish of me to think that I could horde her to myself this time, she will love us all just as Eva had, but I am the first, always the first.

Freya

I knew Mikeal was not awake yet, I had asked Vincent as soon as I got up and he had frowned shaking his head at me barely paying any attention to me. I was grinning like a crazy person as I dragged my canvas out of my room to his study where I put it on the wall in front of his desk. After it was properly leveled and I felt it was perfectly centered on the wall I smiled in triumph before I went to his room to knock on his door. Timidly knocking scared to wake him, though I had enjoyed the date I still have to remember that I didn't truly know him very well, my hand going to my neck where he had left some sort of marking that I had yet to actually look at and observe fully. Mikeal opened the door making me jump a little as I was pulled from my thoughts then my brain was zapped and I no longer could formulate any thoughts or words as my eyes almost bulged out of my head and I'm sure my mouth was ready to release the drool that was pooling in my lower jaw. Mikeal stood there wearing only slightly baggy sweat pants that hung dangerously low and I could see the treasure trail that led down to the real prize, of course the rest of him was on it's best delicious display and his hair had that perfect messy just got up look.

"Yes, little goddess?" Mikeal's voice was even deeper right now and my lady bits were definitely all about it, getting so wet that I'm pretty sure I'd have to change my panties after this. Grinning stupidly I pulled my eyes to his and tried to remember why I was here at his door, finally my brain clicked on as he moved out of his model pose straightening his posture grinning wide looking at me. I cleared out my throat before I began talking.

"Could you close your eyes and come with me to your study?" I manged to squeak it out a bit and my voice was very low and submissive. I wrung my hands together hoping he would just do as I asked and didn't tease me more than his looks already were. Looking me up and down he nodded stepping out of his room turning towards his study and closing his eyes. Taking his hand I led him to his study and placed him in front of his desk facing the painting.

"Okay, open your eyes in 3.. 2.. 1!"

Mikeal

Opening my eyes I almost couldn't contain my shock at the huge canvas in front of me. Edgar was in his demon's colours, white with black and gold accents lined a perfect suit, he also had his horns that grew like a rams as he stood beside Henry who was in a red and black suit with his long tail behind him and his forked tongue licking his lips. Beside him I stood in a suit that seems to be multiple shapes to show my ever changing colours combining with my tattoos behind the shirt as it was left open to view me, my horns were close to my temples on my forehead pulling back a bit. But in front of us all was Freya, not Eva, you could tell the difference in this painting. Eva was soft and very elegant and graceful. Freya is strong, outspoken and a little clumsy. In this painting here she sat in front of us all with graphite on her chubby tiny fingers, she was wearing the dusty rose dress I had made for her, we each had a hand on her. My mouth hung open a little and I wasn't sure if even my little chubby amazing lamb knew what she had actually painted signified. It was a painting that all mated pairs would have done, then re done once they produced a child or children. Eva never got either, she always wanted to have one with all of us in it, and using Freya she gave us this gift, her soul would always be a part of Freya, but it was her way of telling us this was right. Looking to my lamb I watched as she looked almost ready to cry.

"I'm so sorry, I know it's weird right? Why would I put your brother and Henry in there with just me and not their significant others? I know you all shared Eva, she showed me it, and the play as well before she showed me also kinda made it obvious. But it felt right that they were in there with me while I painted myself in with you guys. I do hope you're not mad or jealous. Oh god I didn't even think about how you'd feel having the other two in there as well. I"m so stupid." She kept rambling as I began to laugh making her stop her rant abruptly as I let out my throat deep laugh. Grabbing her arm I pulled her to me claiming her lips under mine kissing her under I could actually feel her lips swelling from my greediness.

"Thank you Freya. We will all love this." I stroked her hair out of her face as she dreamily stared up at me smiling shyly.

"I want you Mikeal. I feel the pull to you. I'm scared though of enjoying what you do to me and proving my sister and step mother right about me." Her voice was very low and she sounded so defeated. She was scared if she liked the pain I'd give her with the pleasure or if she accepted us like Eva that she'd be becoming what her family so cruelly had labeled her.

"Just be yourself, even if they are right about certain things, you are safe with me my chubby little lamb. My fiance, I don't mind you being what they claim." I growled a little as I nipped her lower lip. "As long as it's for me. Maybe in time Edgar, Henry will also show their worthiness to us, and you'll be ours. This is who you are, not Eva, you my little chubby lamb, my Freya." Her face blushed to a tomato colour as she smiled at me backing up a bit.

"Thank you Mikeal, I'm glad you enjoyed the present." She half smiled at me before she walked out. She needed time and I was okay with that, but before my brother got here, she would be mine, this portrait just proved I was right to claim her.