Rip the Band-aid off

Mikeal

Starring at the painting again, I realized that she didn't point out that she had made us all demonic looking and only that she had placed us all in the painting with her. Smirking I lowered my glass thinking about her rambling a few days ago in here and all I wanted to do was bend her over the couch and take her with all the passion I keep stored away for her. 3 days though was long enough to let her have her time, and in that time she had kept herself in her room working on her next book, she was writing our story, Eva's story, and I had to believe that Eva was the one wanting it written. Sighing I ran my hand through my hair thinking of how I planned to start trying to fully bond us to each other so that she was truly my wife, closing my eyes and imagining all the dirty things I was going to do to her to get her to scream my name caused my tight jeans to get uncomfortably tight. Groaning I readjusted myself before I heard my front door opening and a voice I hadn't expected just yet and like that all my carefully set plans seemed to just disappear. It didn't take long before my study door flew open and in came my brother, looking more lively than he has in many years, his skin had a flush to it and he had braided his hair so it laid straight down his back.

"Brother, I came here expecting to smell our mate's essence flowing through your veins and instead it is just as it was that night, marked but not plucked." Edgar's voice was cheery and a little too calm, it made me lean back in my chair looking at him with my brow raised.

"She's not ready yet." My voice was low and very matter of fact in it, hoping he would get the hint to not push it. Edgar looked to the painting and his eyes flashed with something, love, disgust, sadness, calm, all sorts of emotions.

"She knows what we are then?" He nodded to the painting his voice a little less cheery but his eyes were full of hope. I shook my head and stood up to walk to him.

"What is wrong with you brother?" I tried to feel out what was wrong, using my magic to dispel any illusion he was trying to pass off, to remove his mask. Pushing me back with one hand he looked up into my eyes as he was about 2 inches shorter than me though older than me.

"No need to use your magic here brother. Lucy was planning to kill Freya, and her spell had been weakening since I had met Freya at the party. I couldn't let her take her away from us, if anything not from you brother." Sadness washed over Edgar's face as he was most likely remembering the loss of our love and our child, though we both knew it was mine. I nodded and pulled back from him giving him space before he perked up.

"You must tell her what we are you know.. You can't hide it from her. Something is going to happen, I don't think her father is who she thinks he is, I don't think either of her parents are fully human Mikeal." I closed my eyes leaning against my desk, a hand supporting me on each side as I felt my dress shirt slide open from all the buttons I left open.

"We need to figure out the details first before we tell her Edgar." I sighed and he shook his head while stamping his foot on the ground like a child as he walked in front of me very close.

"No, she needs to know now." Edgar growled at me awakening my demonic side instantly feeling as if Edgar was challenging me.

"I said no!" I snarled back at him as he glared at me.

Freya

Looking into the mirror I was finally willing myself to look at what Mikeal had done to me the night of our so called engagement party that was suppose to be about my published book. Opening my eyes I looked at my reflection in the mirror wincing at my haggard appearance, my hair was almost to the point I could start making dreads out of it and I had deep purplish blue bags under my eyes combined with how much more pale my skin was looking since I had holed myself up in the room. Though I was use to this when I usually got in the groove out it, now I lived with other people who had to actually bare witness to this monstrosity called Freya. Giggling I thought of what Vincent must think of me. Regaining my bravery I pulled my hair to the side and looked to my neck where it met my traps and leaned forward to look at the raised area where I swear Mikeal had bitten me while we danced. Suddenly I gasped almost jumping back as I noticed that the once very small faded keyhole tattoo was now an inky black tattoo like thing on me, it almost looked as though it was swirling, even though you could clearly make out the word LIFE in script only to have it change when I re-positioned myself to look again and now it read DEATH in script, it continued to change between the two as I looked at it. Raising my brow as I tried to inspect it further, I just didn't get it, why Life and Death? Why was it a tiny keyhole before and now it took up most of my trap on my left side. My chubby body responded to seeing the mark on me with a shiver, my body was almost delighted in getting marked by Mikeal and seeing how it had grown to something else, but how had he done it? Moving from the mirror I quickly put my hair into a high messy bun letting the curls spring free that didn't want to be in the folds, pants quickly found their way up my thick thighs as I found a pair of comfy black loose fitting ones. Walking out of my room I stopped at the door of the study debating whether to knock or just go in, well I am the so called fiance so I shouldn't need to knock right? Grinning I opened the door looking at the floor.

"Mikeal, I thought you bit me at the party, then it turned into the 'keyhole to my heart', your words not mine and now it is script that is driving me insane cause my eyes can't quite focus on what it actually says? Why at the theater did everyone freeze except for us even my sister was frozen, I don't get it. Things are not making sense, and some of the story I'm writing from my dreams, the depiction of all of you like the painting I did though I was quite drunk I'll admit and didn't mean to actually paint you as devils. I just don't get it though. I've tried to rationalize it all and I don't know, maybe it's because I spend 90% of my time in a fictional world in my head, that weird as shit stuff seems to just kinda roll off of me and I don't seem like I am bothered by it, but this seems a little weird, too many weird things." As I finished my sentence I was looking up at a very surprised Edgar and a very annoyed Mikeal as they both looked at me heat in their eyes. Immediately becoming self conscious I realized I had just a tank on so my body was not as nicely covered as I had wished it was at that moment. Edgar's lips curled into a smile as he grinned at me turning to fully face me and spoke while he walked up to me placing his hand on my cheek starring into my eyes.

"Why my little one, that's because we are demons, and you are our mate. Isn't it great?"