Wish Upon A Demon

20.

CHAPTER - TWENTY

I had been gone for the entire weekend like demon boy had told me.

When I was sent back, however, there was no trace of me being gone. It was like any other day. No one even noticed that the girl who was walking down the school hallway was the one who had disappeared for three days, being locked in the demon world. My father too hadn’t noticed my absence of presence. I knew the demons had something to do with no one noticing me being gone, but I wanted to find out what. Also, the more I looked at my dad, I began wondering if he knew his mother was a princess, a demon princess, at that.

I was sent shopping, alone, again.

Fredrick Martin promised me many times that he would accompany me, but every time, he would disappear, leaving a note stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet. So in time, I realized that he would never accompany me, and it was better to go by myself rather than argue. As I drove the cart around Wal-Mart, I decided to pull up my hoodie, shielding my face, in case I bumped into someone I knew and wasn’t ready to talk to them right now.

“Sorry,” I said when I really had bumped into a person just a second after I had that thought. And good thing I had my hood on because the person turned out to be Michael Kingston. Thoughts began flooding into my head. If the demon boy did tell the truth, then Michael’s family/clan was responsible for the death of my family. And I didn’t know how to react to that thought. “It’s okay.” Came his response, and I took that time to walk away, pushing my cart, out of his sight. I didn’t want to bump into him again or anybody. Nolan Shaw and Michael Kingston had proven to me, in the span of a few days, that they weren’t normal teenagers and are part of a bigger plot than I imagined.

Now, if I could just figure out the plan, maybe I could get rid of this nagging feeling in my chest. I had learned one more, very important thing during my time in the demon kingdom. It seemed that when my grandmother left her kingdom for her love, she inspired many to do the same. Soon after, many demons began leaving the kingdom for the humans they love, and some of them even lived in the kingdom with their human lovers. And like that, when the women began conceiving, the children would be born human with dormant demon genes. After a few more years, it was found out that a single drop of Royal blood could trigger the dormant genes to become active, thus turning the human children into demon ones. It was then that I realized that a single drop of Royal blood could turn me from human to demon. That thought scared me.

I liked how I was and I very much wanted to remain human.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

I didn’t react much but merely sighed.

Demon boy appeared next to me, the mask covering his face. “You know you don’t have to wear that don’t you, I’ve already seen your face,” I say. “True.” Demon boy says, doing nothing. I roll my eyes, and in a second, I yank off his mask from the top, freeing his silky hair and gorgeous features. It was funny how even before seeing his handsome face; I had somehow begun to like his personality. Demon boy barely reacts to me taking off his mask either.

It was like he was concentrating somewhere else. And then he turned to me.

“You’re doing a pretty good job on blocking your thoughts from me, aren’t you?” Demon boy asks as we lay our hands on the railing of my balcony. The view from here was calming and beautiful at the same time. “I don’t block my thoughts. I just... don’t think much when you’re around.” I say stupidly. “Oh right.” Demon boy says, and within a second, there’s a little, silver flask in his hand. “My mother was ecstatic that someone besides her liked the lemon tea, since it tastes absolutely disgusting, and she sent this to you.” He handed me the flask.

I smiled a bit, at the thought of his bubbly and very nice mother. She was one of a kind. Not to mention, I did like talking to her. And then I smiled at the demon boy who obviously didn’t like running errands for his mother and harbored a scowl on his face. “Thank you, Zylen,” I said, taking the flask from him. He looked into my eyes, just like I was looking into his, and we stood there in the moment of silence, none of us saying a thing. Then demon boy turned away, breaking contact, “Yeah, whatever.” He whispered. And if I was right and my night vision was completely fine, I think I saw red coating demon boy’s cheeks, which by the way was something new that I had seen on the demon.

I backed off, and slowly went back to my room and down to the kitchen. It was quite late at night, and my father had already gone to sleep saying he had an important meeting in the morning. I, on the other hand, didn’t get much of sleep, which was why I was on my balcony, enjoying the view. I took out a cup, silently, trying not to make any sound and wake up my father since he was quite busy with work these days and always came home tired. I then opened the flask, from which steam oozed out.

“I can’t make out what that is.” Demon boy said to me, sniffing around. “Can’t make out what?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “There’s something, some sort of smell.” He says with his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s probably the lemon tea. You did showcase your hate for it earlier.” I shake my head, pouring the surprisingly very hot tea into the cup I had washed and kept on the counter. As I poured it, I noticed demon boy’s eyes on me. “What?” I ask. “No Faye, I’m serious, there’s some sort of a smell here and it’s quite strong. I just can’t figure out what it is.” He scratches his head, trying to put a name to the smell.

“It’s probably nothing. Also, Nolan and Michael pass by here sometimes, so maybe it could be that.” I say, waiting for the steaming hot tea to cool down a bit before I can drink it since I didn’t want to burn my throat. “Trust me, if it was them, I would know.” I see a look of pure hatred gaze by his beautiful features to which I wasn’t ready to admit I was attracted to before he began thinking again. I take my first sip of the lemon tea.

Once I take the third gulp, almost finishing the entire tea, I start feeling funny. “Oddly, this tastes weird. It’s nothing like what your mother had given me.” I said, licking my lips. Demon boy’s eyes fall onto the cup I was holding, and my neck. This time, a look of shock and pure horror gazes at his features. “What? What’s wrong?” I ask, keeping down the cup. “Please tell me you didn’t drink all of that.” He says. “Did you finally feel like you wanted some, because-” I pick up the cup, draining it, and then say, “-I just finished it.” With inhuman speed, demon boy reaches me and looks down at the flask.

“Mother.” He grits out, hands balling by his sides. “What’s wrong? What did she do?” I ask. My insides churn, and I start feeling even weirder than I did before. It was like a little fire, spreading through my body. And then a thought hits me. She didn’t, did she? “Zylen, what did your mother put in that?” I point to the flask. His eyes cloud over, anger consuming him. I see his jaw clenching and unclenching, trying to control himself. “What was it that you smelt? What did you mother put in that damned tea?!” I ask, disregarding how loud I was.

“Blood.” He says finally, a moment of silence later. My throat runs dry and I can feel the color draining from my face. “Blood?” I croak out, not wanting to believe that there was blood mixed in what I drank. “Whose blood?” I ask, finally, swallowing. “Demon’s blood,” Zylen says, and I feel black spots cloud my vision. And when he says the last words, I drift off into complete darkness.

“My blood.”