The demons kiss

It was a bit surprising that he even told her why he had chosen white, but it made her a bit disappointed that he didn't think she had the right disposition for black. He had a good point when he told her that she probably would need more than one if she would stay for a while, or else she wouldn't have anything to wear of something needed to be washed. She picked a couple of top tanks and a light blue t-shirt, then she went and picked two pairs of dark blue shorts.

She would probably not need more than that for now, she walked threw the store and shecked a bit if there was something she had missed that she maybe would need but there wasn't. When she was certain that there wasn't more she needed she turned to Rilo again. "The torture is over now, I'm done." She told him and smiled, she had seen how bored he looked while they were walking around, even a normal human guy would have been bored and hated to walk around looking at clothes for a girl.
 
"Oh thank the gods," he muttered when she said that she was done, relieved beyond belief to get out of the store. He took the clothes from her and set them on the counter, waiting for them to be rung up before he pulled a wallet from his back pocket and paid. Once everything was bagged, he picked them up and walked back outside the store. "Okay, what's next?" he asked, his hands suddenly empty as he sent the bags back to the cave. Blake looked up in time to get the bags on his face, yelping and cursing Rilo as he fell over, covered in clothes that he hastily stuffed back in the bags and hurled into Stella's room.
 
Stella couldn't help but giggle when he sounded so relieved over finally getting it over with. She waited patiently on him to finnish paying and it didn't take long, he probably wanted to get out of there as fast as possible because he didn't waste any time at all. As fast as they got out of the store he made the clothes disappear and asked where to go next. She thought for a while, she would need a clock or else she wouldn't know what time it were in the caves so the next stop would probably be the clockstore.

"I will need a clock next, so this way." She said and took a grip around Rilos arm pulling him with her. It was good that they didn't need to carry all the stuff they bought, that made shopping much easier. If Rilo hadn't been able to poff the things away then he would probably have let her carry them around, at least she thought he would, he wasn't really a gentleman so he would probably say that she could carry her own stuff. Maybe her assumption were wrong, maybe he actually would act like a gentleman in such a situation. She shoke of the thought, like he would do that, he were a demon and he wouldn't do such a nice thing to her. But he bought her a lot of stuff now, so he must be a bit nice. But on the other hand it was probably just to show her how much money he had compared to her.

Stella stopped thinking about it as fast as they were outside the clock store, when she opened the door to the store they could hear a bell ring. Stores that had bells were a bit irritating, even if they announced that a customer came it would get irritating if many of them came at almost the same time. She didn't like the sound of bells that much. But except the bell it was a really nice atmosphere in the store, it felt really cozy in there. She wondered a bit if she should get a wall clock or a wristwatch. She would be able to see the time whenever she wanted to on the wristwatch but she often made them sit to hard so they left a red mark on her skin when she got them off. But she would only be able to look at the wall clock when she got in to the room it hanged in.

After some moments thought she decided that a wall clock would be enough. She immediately got split between two watches, one with roman numbers and with oak around and another one with normal numbers and white coloured oak with a bit more pattern on. Once again she couldn't decide and turned to Rilo, maybe he liked it when she asked him about stuff because he actually got something to do or maybe she were just irritating him. "That one or that one?" She asked him simply and pointed at the two clocks.
 
Rilo stuck his tongue out at Stella the second her back was turned, all miffed because she had laughed at him. It was hardly his fault that he didn't enjoy shopping - this was her time to relax and get the things she needed, that didn't mean he had to pretend to enjoy it. Perhaps he should have just sent her off with Blake. They probably would have had a good time and been laughing with each other by now. The thought pained him slightly since he knew that he would never have that easy of a relationship with Stella, no matter what he did. In the end, he would always be the evil demon that needed to steal life to survive, and she would be the annoyingly naive little human girl who thought he was the worst sort of monster. He used to want people to think of him like she did, but now he found that it was a barrier to getting closer to her. Not that he wanted to be closer to her, of course. That was just insanity.


He shook his head to clear the thoughts away and blinked when she basically hauled him along to the next store. Oddly enough, he didn't mind being manhandled. It actually made him smile a bit, though the sound of bells made him glare at the tinkling silver things. So annoying. His thoughts wandered as she looked around the store, and he went on the prowl himself. This store was far more interesting than the clothing store. He never really grasped why humans counted time by numbers, but he understood their system well enough to use it when necessary. There was a clock in one corner as tall as he was, with a swinging pendulum that rocked from side to side. The face was decorated with a painting of the sky, half of it night and half of it day. There were two little doors too, so he knew that when it struck the hour, something would probably come out and play music or something. It fascinated him for several moments, until Stella tugged him away again to get his opinion.


This time he was a lot less decisive. The Roman numbers were appealing to him, but the pattern was interesting to look at. He frowned indecisively and looked between them, then shrugged. "Why not get both of them? One can go in the kitchen and one in your bedroom, so that you're not always running to one specific room to find out what time it is," he suggested, smiling at her.
 
To her it sounded like a waste of money to have two of them and she were going to tell him to not waste money just because he thought it would become a bit difficult if she only had a clock in one room. But then she remembered that he had money beyond her imagination, if what he said was true then one or two clocks wouldn't matter to his wallet anyways. She took down both of the clocks from the shelf they were at and looked at them both up close for a moment before giving them to Rilo so that he could go and pay for them. She wondered how the two of them looked to everyone that passed them, maybe they looked like a brother or sister, or maybe they looked like a couple. She shoke off the last thought, that was impossible, they would never look like a couple, he were a demon for hell's sake.

After they had gotten out of the store she thought for a moment if there was anything else she would need, there was nothing that came to her mind at the moment and she weren't the type to just go around shopping because it was fun. Actually she didn't enjoy shopping that much, at least not when she did it for to long. She could only concentrate on one thing for the most an hour before she got bored of it. "I don't think there's anything more I will need, so if you don't need to get something then we're finnished here." She told Rilo.
 
Taking the clocks from her, he walked over to the counter and set them down. Since they were breakable, he had to wait for the man behind the counter to wrap them all up before packaging them in paper and setting them inside bags. It was a lengthy process, but he appreciated the attention to detail since he didn't want them breaking the second he sent them home. He wondered if he could manage to make these land on Blake too, the thought making him smirk. Once the bags were ready, he fished his wallet back out and paid for the clocks, then had a quiet discussion with the man. After a few minutes, he nodded and took the bags over to Stella. Carrying them in one hand, he took her hand in the other and walked out of the store.


Once they were outside and she said that she didn't need anything else, he looked around. None of these stores carried anything that he wanted or needed for the time being. "Well, I don't need anything," he said, and with that they were gone. Appearing back in the cave, he pulled the white clock from the bag and opened it up. He went over to the kitchen and hung it up easily, then looked back at Stella. "What do you think? This one or the other one?" he asked, surprising himself by actually desiring her opinion about something he didn't really care about.
 
She saw how Rilo looked around for a moment before telling her that there were nothing he needed, then they poffed back to the cave. Actually it wasn't like a poff, she didn't even know in her own head how she should describe it, they just came to the place in some magical way. But for the moment she would go with calling it poffing, Rilo would never hear her say it and he couldn't read her mind what she knew about so he couldn't correct her saying that there were no poffing when they went from one place to another.

Rilo took one of the clock just as they got back to the cave and went to the kitchen, it was the white clock he had picked up. She got a bit surprised, she thought that he were mostly interested in the one with roman numbers on it, she didn't know why she thought so, she just got a feeling of it when he watched the two clocks. He asked about her opinion of which clock should hang where, first she tried to see how it would look like with the clocks hanging in the kitchen and then how it would look like with them hanging in her room. Both of them matched the kitchen well but in her room it would look a bit weird with the white one, the one that the tree around the clock weren't painted on would probably fit there the best and it wouldn't light up the room to much during the night.

"The white one out here" She told him and smiled, the white one would also do better in the kitchen than the other one because it had the same colour as the fridge so it wouldn't stand out so much. She looked around, wondering a bit where he had poffed her clothes to so that she could get changed. "Where's the clothes?" She asked him after some seconds thinking.
 
Rilo nodded as she agreed with his random decision of having the white clock out in the kitchen, then handed the other bag to her so that she could put the other clock in her room wherever she wanted. As she asked about the clothes, Blake wandered out and glared at Rilo. "The clothes landed on my head," he grumbled, clearly not happy about being attacked from clothes out of nowhere. "I put them on your bed," he added, looking at Stella with a lopsided smile since he knew it wasn't her fault. He glanced into the kitchen and saw the clock, which made him give a curious look to Rilo. "I thought-" he began, but Rilo just shook his head. "Stella wanted to know what time it was, so we got a couple of clocks to put around the house," he explained.


"I'll be right back," Rilo said to Stella, then turned and went down a tunnel that led deeper into the volcano instead of out to the bedrooms. Blake shrugged and looked at Stella with a grin. "So.. You got him to go shopping, you guys bought clothes and clocks, and Rilo is in a good mood.." he mused, eying her with a mischievous grin. "You like him, don't you?" he accused in a taunting manner, exactly like an irritating little brother would do.
 
Stella blinked a couple of times, they had landed on Blake's head? Could it be that Rilo had done it on purpose? There had only been one person in the volcano while they were out shopping and there was to litle chance that it could be an accident when they hit Blake. Rilo must have done it on purpose. She couldn't help but gigle about it, had he been in such a bad mood so he needed to throw clothes on people? Shopping really were tormenting for guys.

It was a relief to hear that her clothes already were in her room, then she could just go there and get changed whenever. It seemed like Blake were going to say something but stopped because of Rilo, what were he going to say? Suddenly Rilo decided to go without saying were, first she thought that he were going to go and put up the other clock but he took some other way that she hadn't walked before. Mostly because she were a bit to afraid to go anywhere she didn't know in there after Rilo's warning. When she turned back to Blake he had a weird grin on his face, it made her back away a few steps and after he started to talk she backed some more steps. He sounded like a irritating litle brother trying to get information from his sister. The only problem with that were that she were a lot younger than him. About eighty years younger.

"He's only in a good mood because we're back, he was really tortured while we walked around." She said before he continued. His words shocked her, as if she would like someone like him, he were an idiotic demon that only wanted to tease her and later on kill her. "Why would I like someone like him?" She asked and turned her head away, her cheeks were bright red but she tried to convince herself that it only were because she were upset.
 
Blake smirked as Stella backed away from him, prowling slowly after her like a hunting wolf. Of course, the only attack he had in mind was verbal and not physical. He nodded at her excuses, watching as the blush spread across her cheeks. "Oh, really?" he commented offhandedly. "If shopping was such torture, why didn't he leave you to do it alone? Hmm? If it was such torture, why didn't he ask me to take you instead so that he wouldn't have to deal with it?" he teased, moving closer so that she would stop moving away from her as he gave her a cute grin. "I don't know why you'd like him. Maybe you finally realized he's not as badass as he thinks he is?" he suggested, then chuckled. "Stella and Rilo up in a tree.." he sang, hopping around the room in case she tried to smack him.


Rilo had left to feed again. Being around Stella somehow made it so much harder to go long periods of time without it. Luckily there were plenty of demons around that he could kill without any sort of unpleasant consequences, but it still irritated him that she was somehow getting to him. As he stood there, drinking from his victims, he thought about what was going to happen. She had decided to stay, but what did that really mean? He couldn't stay home all the time to be a pleasant host for her. Hell, he couldn't be pleasant period. She was doomed to be miserable the whole time unless she spent all of her time with Blake, but that wasn't as safe as she thought it was either. He could lose control again like he had before. It was only a matter of time before she asked to go back home again.
 
He were following her like a hunting wolf, even though she knew he wouldn't eat her it still felt like he would. It wouldn't take long before he would start his attack and she were right, just after she had thought it he stroke. It was a good question, why hadn't Rilo left her when he got so bored of it? But on the other hand, that didn't have anything to do with her, it was Rilo's fault that he told her he would come with her. He could have left any minute but instead he stayed. Why had he done that?

She stopped thinking about it when Blake continued, first she were just going to leave him there with the weird ideas of his but jst then he started to jump around singing. She were about to hit him because of it but he were able to jump away in time. "Aren't you supposed to be a hundred years old? You're like a baby even though you're old enough to be my great grandfather." She said trying to make him calm down even though she rather would want to chase him around trying to make him shut up. How could someone that had lived a hundred years be like that?
 
Blake stopped and clutched his hands over his heart, glaring at her. "Going for the age, that stings, Stella," he complained, hopping down from the couch he had been perched on. "I thought you were better than that, but no. You had to go and point out that I'm an old man," he sighed, hanging his head as if defeated before looking back up at her with that same, silly grin. "That's okay, I still know now that you like Rilo," he said offhandedly, chuckling to himself as he turned and strolled over to the kitchen. He rummaged around in the fridge and found a bottle of soda, which he pulled out as he turned back to face her. "In all seriousness, though, do you?" he asked curiously.


Rilo finished up with the demons fairly quickly but didn't go back home right away. He wanted time to think, but he didn't even know what to think about. Now would be a good time to start working on that list, he decided. With that, he vanished from the volcano and began visiting some old friends to make plans.
 
Suddenly Blake stopped jumping around, like if something had hit him. The glare he gave her made her a bit unomfortable, what had she said wrong? It seemed like he were sensitive about his age, it almost made her feel a bit bad about it, that was untill he looked up again with a silly grin and she realised that she had been tricked by him again. How could he say that she liked Rilo? She didn't like him at all, he were the worts demon that ever had excisted. It was impossible for her to like someone like him, he were so. It was umbelievable, she couldn't think about a single insult on him that seemed fitting.

Then Blake suddenly asked her if she really liked him, it surprised her, hadn't he already decided that she did in that weird childmind of his? "Ofcourse not, he's a demon, he almost killed me yesterday and have insulted me a lot of times, he took me here when I didn't want to and is kissing me randomly without even having a reason for it. There's nothing to like about him." She said with her arms crossed over her chest and head turned away from Blake. How could he suggest such a thing, a joke is okay but thinking that she actually liked him that was absured. "I shall go and change clothes now, see you later" She said, mostly so she wouldn't need to hear him teasing her more.
 
"Hmm.." Blake mused to himself as he watched her to go to her room and shut the door. "Nothing to like about him, well, can't really argue there from her point of view," he muttered to himself, finishing off the bottle and tossing it aside in the trash can. He sighed and walked over to the living room, spying a notebook laying near the couch on the table. Curious, he picked it up and flopped down in a chair, flipping through the pages until he landed on a picture that had to be Stella. Her hair was curled and pinned up, and there was a smile on her lips, but it was unmistakably her. The dress she wore nearly took his breath away, even as a sketch. This was incredible, and he knew that Rilo had drawn it. What confused him was what for, until he found the list. He recognized most of the names, and after thinking for a few moments came to the conclusion that Rilo was throwing a party of some sort. "Interesting.." he mused, then hid the notebook and got back up. "Come on, Stella, let's go find something fun to do!" he yelled.
 
Blake didn't try to say anything when she walked away from him, she had been certain that he would at least tease her when she walked away but he didn't. So he had one mature bone in his body after all. It was a bit mean thinking like that but she was a bit anoyed at him for thinking that she actually would like someone like Rilo. That sort of thing was impossible, only a brainless idiot would like someone that were as impulsive as him. Just because of that she had to come up with some good words to describe why he were so bad. Anoying? No he weren't anoying at all. Dangerous? Not really, he hadn't tried to hurt her again. However she thought about it she still couldn't figure out what she could take for word that would describe why he were bad.

She closed the door to her room and took off the dress, the bag with clothes were on the bed as Blake had told her. She couldn't help but giggle when she come to think of how it must have looked like when he got the bag in his face. She took up one of the white tank tops and put on herself, then took one of the blue jeans shorts. It had been a while since she had wore such clothes and it felt really good to finally be able to wear them again.

Just as she finnished and opened the door she heard Blake yell, were he going to be childish again? But she would get bored if she just stayed in her room or walked around alone. She only hoped that he had calmed down now and started to walk back to the living room. She didn't walk in to the room, instead she stayed in the corridor and just looked in a litle and looked suspiciously at Blake. "Define fun" She said giving him an even more suspicious look. She was certain that they had different definitions of fun.
 
Blake turned and rolled his eyes at Stella when she gave him that oh-so-suspicious look. "You know, fun. Eating babies and setting fire to random houses," he said sarcastically, then grinned. "Relax, Stella. I may not be human, but I'm not some sort of psycho monster either," he said, then ran his hands over his ears. They vanished into normal human ears, and he looked just like a normal teenaged boy. "There. Now I'm just plain adorable, and we can go have 'normal' fun wherever you want," he said with a grin, walking over to her and tugging her out of the hallway. "Where would you like to go?" he asked with a smile, looking into her eyes with obvious amusement.

[Sorry D:]
 
And ofcourse he would start by being sarcastic, Stella sighted quietly at the wolfboy, she knew that he wouldn't take her to such things. His ears suddenly disappeard in to thin air and human ears appeard, she didn't even think that Blake could take a complete human form. But that wasn't anything she would tell him because if she did then he would only tease her again, it seemed like that would become his new hobby or something like that. He started to walk towards her with his so called plain adorable look and there were no way for her to hide anymore.

She rose from her half sitting position and looked at Blake while thinking. "I think I want to go and eat some babies before we set fire to a random house" She teased him and put out her tounge at him. "I don't know were I want to go, what do I have for shoices?" She asked him, she vague already thought that he would say that they could go anywhere, if he also could do that poff thing that Rilo could do. Maybe that poff thing had some kind of limit, like not further than five miles or something. It sounded crazy even just to think about it, she would never understand demon werewolf stuff. It seemed to complicated for her simple human brain, yep she thought of herself as a simple human.
 
Blake grinned as she teased him right back, sticking his tongue back out at her. It was nice to see her actually relax and act like she felt normal, instead of the anxious and nervous girl that he was starting to suspect she was. If she was so jumpy, what did Rilo see in her? There had to be a spark somewhere, and there it was. A little spark, but still something. Perhaps she was spunky after all, he just had to dig for it. Her question made him tilt his head slightly and he shrugged. "Choices? Uh, I dunno, wherever you want to go? I don't really know where human girls like to go," he admitted, frowning a bit. "You already went shopping so I assume you don't want to go again. We could go eat somewhere or.. something..?" he added, at a loss.


Rilo appeared in the kitchen, his aim a little off. He appeared in the air above the counter and crashed down on it, smashing a vase and rolling to the floor with a grunt of pain. Laying flat on his back, he sighed, remaining there for a few moments before sitting up and brushing the tiny pieces of broken glass out of his hair. His face and arms were covered in burns, but he seemed more irritated than fearful. "Damn fire demons," he muttered to himself. Blake looked over and cocked an eyebrow, taking in Rilo's disheveled appearance. "Serah?" he asked simply, and Rilo nodded once. Blake chuckled and turned back to Stella. "So, as I was saying.. Something?" he prompted.
 
So it was the same as Rilo, that poff thing that could take them anywhere. If she could get wherever she wanted to then he could probably poff to anywhere on earth. Poff, it sounded childish even in her mind, she should get a better word for it. Suddenly Rilo appeard out of no where and smashed in to a vase, both Blake and Stella got silent for a moment and it wasn't before Rilo started to mutter that Blake started to talk. Who was that Serah?

She didn't have a chance to think about it though because Blake turned back to her and asked again were she wanted to go. "Hmm.. I haven't been to an amusement park in some years, but it's a bit late to go to one now. I would probably just get tired fast at this time of the day." She mostly mumbled to herself while trying to figure out what she wanted to do. "Maybe eating something somewhere would be nice." She said actually talking this time but not really to Blake but more to herself. "You wanted to go out so you decide." She told Blake in the end, she couldn't come to think of any place that she actually had a desire to go to at the moment.
 
Rilo grasped the side of the counter and hauled himself up, pulling his shirt off once he was mostly standing. There was no real point in keeping it on anyway since it was torn and burned. Completely destroyed. He could still here that damn fire demon giggling about how she would love to attend but had better things to do than stand around talking about it. How irritating. He straightened and brushed the ash from his skin, glancing down as the burns started healing on their own. In a few minutes he'd look good as new, but it was still an annoyance to be booted out in that manner. He'd just have to make a mockery of her at the party, that was all. Nodding to himself, he ran his hands through his hair again and stretched, tossing the useless shirt in the trash can and turning to face Blake and Stella. Apparently they were going somewhere, which was good. No point in Stella cooping herself up here. He passed them silently and went to his room, leaving the door open as he rummaged around for a new shirt.


Blake nodded as Stella talked herself through the options that she came up with in her own mind, not saying anything until she told him to decide. "I'm really not the one who does adventurous things here, that's Rilo's department," he admitted, then considered the problem further. Eating sounded nice, but it might be difficult to find a place that served anything he'd want. Unless... "I have an idea," he announced with a wolfish grin. "I'm going to show you a place that very few humans ever get to see," he added, taking her hand and vanishing with her. Rilo came out with a green shirt on, but they had already left. Nodding, he went to the couch and dug out the notebook to mark off those on his list he had already spoken to.

Meanwhile, Blake and Stella had appeared in a completely different part of the world. Dark gray clouds hung overhead, and they were standing on a cobblestone street in front of a dark building. Still holding her hand, he guided her down the alleyway and knocked twice on a thick wooden door. A hole opened up top and a big yellow eye looked out. "Blake!" a voice yelled, and the door opened wide to reveal a man that looked to be more fish than anything. He ushered the pair in, and they walked down a couple of steps to see that they were in a pub type place. Nobody there was human, with the exception of Stella. The bartender was a werewolf like Blake and gave the boy a nod, which he returned. There was a pianist in the corner who was a demon, and the woman singing in a clinging dress was a vampire. All of the current customers were either vampires or demons, and the food was all made to order. "Don't worry, they serve normal food too," he whispered to Stella with a smile, leading her over to a corner booth and taking a seat as they waited for the waitress to come over with the menus. "So, do you like it?" he asked curiously, wondering how she'd react.
 
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