This Is a story I've been working on for a while, and I need to save it. So if you want to you can read it. Fange', it needs help. BAD. R&R please! Thank You!
A/N: Liras- (Luh-rye-ahss) Atreyu- (ah-treh-yoo)
Liras’s eyes snapped open as he shot out of his bed, panting, skin covered in a chilled sweat, he looked around his dimly lit room and tried to concentrate on something. Anything that would take his mind off of his dream. Finally his senses fell upon the soft inhale and exhale of the young demon resting on the corner pallet. Smiling he glanced out the window and watched as the new falling snow sparkled like gems in the bright moonlight, he rose then and flipped on the lights, stretching his hands above his head his gaze again fell upon his pet, Atreyu. Quietly he stepped over to the small form on the floor and tucked the blankets in around him, with a final glance over his shoulder as he turned, he walked out the door and down the stairs.
Coffee, coffee. He chanted in his mind, opening cupboards and drawers in search of his prize. “Aha!” he whispered softly picking up an almost empty can of Folgers out of a dusty cupboard. “Now, where would the pot be?” Liras continued his search, coffee in hand for something to make it in, for he wasn’t one to eat coffee grinds raw. Coming up fruitless, he restarted his search, countertops just as bare as the cupboards, “Maybe one of those little coffee shops is still open...” Liras sighed hopping up onto the counter to look in the higher cabinets.
“What are you looking for, Father?” Liras jumped back, barely catching himself to land in a crouch on the kitchen floor, he brought a large hand to his chest, “Good Jesus! Atreyu, you scared the shit out of me!” Liras looked up at the boy who sat atop the refrigerator swinging his legs casually, a playful smile on his face. “I’m sorry. What are you looking for?” Atreyu cocked his head to the side, inquiring further why Liras still kneeled. Liras coughed quietly to hide his embarrassment and stood, “I was looking for the coffee pot, but now that you are awake, we can leave.” Setting the coffee can on the counter gently, he turned and plucked the boy off the refrigerator with ease. “So, we weren’t going to stay here for much longer, Father?” Shaking his head Liras made his way back up the stairs, “No, we weren’t. Gather your clothes, and lets go, this house is beginning to reek.” Dropping the boy and wrinkling his nose, Liras picked his shirt up off the floor and tugged it on, not bothering with the silver and black buttons.
Too true were his words that the house had begun to smell, the corpses of the houses previous occupants were beginning to rot, and soon the police would come to investigate the putrid stench. Liras did not want to be here when they arrived. Having more than one felony, and probably more than a couple murder charges, the authorities, and him were not the very best of friends. He followed Atreyu with his eyes, making sure he grabbed everything he had brought into this house. “Do you have everything?” He inquired when the small boy slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood in front of Liras, looking up at him expectantly. Atreyu glanced around the room once more and nodded in finality, “Yes, I have it all.” Liras nodded and led the way down the stairs, through the living room and pausing at the front door, so Atreyu’s kleptomania could be satiated. The little demon could stuff an entire household worth of things into that little backpack he carried around. When the child rejoined him he continued out the door and into the night, when they had gotten far enough out of the vicinity, Liras lifted the illusion from the neighborhood. As they walked a scream was heard, and immediately he could sense one of their closer neighbors dialing 911. “Start running, Atreyu.” Liras whispered, and the child took off a few moments later he followed, quickly the two of them disintegrated into the darkness, the sound of sirens at their heels.
“Please Sir, allow me to at least shelter my son for the night.” Liras bowed politely to his newest victims, an old couple. Very stereotypical hardass oldies, graying hair, high water pants, and a double barrel shotgun pointed directly at his chest. Raising a fuzzy eyebrow the old man eyed Liras suspiciously, “Alright, just the boy”. Liras winked discreetly at Atreyu as the old mans wife stepped aside to let him through, wrapping him in a blanket when he entered the house. “You can come for him in the morning, now get out of here.” The old man shoved at Liras with the rifle, and he bowed again granting the mans wish to move away. “Thank you, sir. Goodnight.” Liras turned and walked off down the street waiting until the couples door had closed to take off into their backyard and look for the closest window with the easiest access. “Come on Atreyu, make it quick. Fucking cold outside tonight…”
Atreyu tried to cover his disgust with a happy smile as the old woman offered him green pajamas covered in furry little animals. “You must be tired child, get some rest and we’ll see about breakfast tomorrow.” The old biddy smiled and set the green atrocity on the bed before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Atreyu waited a beat before changing his appearance from that of a homeless little boy to the demon child he truly was. From blue to purple and black his eyes changed, and his poorly cropped brown hair grew out to his waist changing back to its original golden color. He flexed his hands as his claws resumed their outstretched position and his wings unfurled from their arrangement curled tight to his spine. “Where did he say the master bedroom was?” he opened the bedroom door slowly, an impish smile on his face as he tiptoed down the hallway to the master bedroom. Cracking the door open slightly, he looked around before sliding silently into the room. “Nice digs, we should be able to stay here for a while.” Resisting his urges to loot the place, he made his way to the large window.
Pulling back the curtains and scanning the backyard he made sure he was in full view of whoever was watching in the backyard as he unlocked the window and backed away. Moments later the window slid open and Liras rested on the window sill, his arms wrapped around himself for warmth, “Fuck, its cold!” he stepped inside and slammed the window shut, patting Atreyu on the head as he passed the boy. “Nice place we got here. Find some thing’s you like?” he said picking up an antique bauble and began tossing it between his hands. Atreyu watched him with wide eyes and nodded; “I found a lot of things Father…” he trailed off becoming entranced in the safety of his future property. Liras looked from Atreyu to the trinket and smirked, “You want this?” the child nodded and stepped closer reaching out small hand to take his endangered toy. Liras held it above his head and pointed with his free hand to the door. “Get rid of them or make them pliant and you can have your little toy, but,” he paused thoroughly amused by Atreyu’s definite interest in the worthless piece of glass, “If I have to interfere at all, I won’t let you take anything from this house, got it?” He waited for the child to nod before setting down the trinket carefully on the dresser.
Liras followed the demon with his eyes as he ran down the stairs, and could hear him as he unsheathed his blades. The crisp sound of metal against metal made him smile, but when the gunshot rang through the house he bolted down the stairs, swinging himself around the banister and froze. Slowly a smile crept onto his lips, his pet held the couple at gun point with the old mans shotgun. A hole in the wall where the man had tried to shoot the boy, though had ended up missing terribly, crumbled and dropped debris onto a small showcase filled with more priceless little trinkets. Atreyu looked over his shoulder at the case then back at the couple that trembled in fear against the smooth white wall. “You almost hit the case. Your lucky you didn’t.” The old woman opened her mouth to scream. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mrs. Rivers. Please hush.” Liras raised a brow when Atreyu used the woman’s name, normally the child could careless about the names of his victims, he must have seen a monogrammed towel with their name on it or something. Quickly Atreyu negotiated their stay, that they would leave the two in the morning and would never come back if they promised never to speak that they had been there. “Also, I want all your trinkets, everything, I will be allowed to take anything I want and you are to say nothing. If one of your friends asks, you sold them. Okay?” Reluctantly the two nodded and Atreyu smiled, cracking the gun in half single-handedly, and replacing his daggers in their sheaths. “Good, Good. Thanks for letting us in again.” Atreyu turned to Liras, awaiting his response.
Liras nodded and smiled patting the child on the shoulder before jogging back up the stairs. Atreyu followed suit glancing back at the couple, who waited for them to return upstairs before they talked to each other about calling the police. “Very nice, as promised, you can have whatever you want. Next time I think you should just kill them. It’s easier that way.” Liras went down the hall and looked through each room before disappearing into the last room on the right side of the hall. Atreyu smiled hugely at the compliment and spun in a quick circle. Yes! Now I can get those Faberge eggs in the guest room. He thought giddily as he skipped into the room Mrs. River’s had shown him originally and picked up each little egg, stuffing them gently into his bag.
When he reached the last egg he looked around the room, pleased with himself that he had successfully retrieved everything in the room he claimed as his. He headed for the door to start on the next room and ran into the only woman in the house. Her tear streaked face hurt him, for a demon not used to feeling sadness or regret he took a step back, confused at the new emotion that flooded his mind and wore down his body until he fell on the floor. “Come here child, I know you mean us no harm, that man is controlling you with something. Come tell me.” She held out her arms to him as though she truly wanted to protect him from his master. He shook his head rapidly and opened his mouth to call for whom he served but the woman knelt beside him and pressed a withered finger to his lips, hushing him if for only a moment. “I know you’re scared but please, let me help you.” She cooed and stroked his hair with one hand and rested the other gently on his cheek. Atreyu could feel her shaking and knew that he scared her but couldn’t bring himself to push her away, he was drawn into her kindness until he heard the familiar baritone voice call for him. As his name passed through Liras’s lips it vibrated through him, replacing something the woman had broken, making him shudder and shake his head, trying in vain to clear it. “Atreyu!” He called again, coming out of the room he had chosen to look down the hall for the boy, and when he laid his eyes on the old woman his eyes flashed a deep red as he came forward, and a low primal growl escaped his throat. “Father.” The child whispered and backed away from the warmth of the woman’s hand and pressed himself against the wall. A perplexed look came over her, then her eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder. Liras loomed over her, claws and fangs extended to a full length as he glowered down at the old woman. “Get away from me, devil incarnate!” She screamed holding up a crucifix. Atreyu’s eyes widened as he realized she had intended to lure him in and then spear him, she wanted to kill him not befriend him. His eyes began to tear when he figured out that she hadn’t really wanted to hold him as he had thought, she just wanted to pierce that wooden death through his back.
TBC....
Thank you again, peace!
TWMA,
Sacred Secret