Heart Of An Angel

Fighting the demons

"I have to survive this." Amy looks at the two demons. One of them is holding her neck, she can't breath.

"She is rather cute." The demon holding her neck strokes her lips. Amy bites his hand as hard as she can so he has to let her go. Amy gives herself a second to catch her breath.

"You will pay for that!" The demon she bit looks at her with anger.

Amy runs toward them holding her sword. She strikes the neck-holding demon in the shoulder so his black blood splatters everywhere.

"You think that is enough to stop me?" He laughs and removes her sword from his shoulder.

"Well you have to try harder!" He pushes her back.

Amy lands on the ground.

"These guys are tough... But I'm not done yet!" She strikes them again. This time aiming at their feet.

The demons fall down. Amy cuts the weaker one in half. His black blood splatters all over Amy.

Yoru's t-shirt is all black and sticky. Her white blood is still running from her cheek. She can almost taste it. Black blood is dripping from her sword all around her. Amy doesn't notice, she doesn't care.

The neck-holding demon is now the only one standing. "I only need a single blow..." Amy aims at his chest. She raises her sword so the warm black blood on it splatters all over her. Her sword goes right through his chest.

Amy can now finally breath.

"That was the building right?" Amy looks at the big glass building that Yoru lives in. She opens the door and walkes in. The people inside look at her like they just saw a ghost. Amy had forgotten that she is compleatly coverd in black blood.

"And this is the 'elegator'!" She giggles, presses the button next to the elevator and goes in.

"It was... 1...6 right?" Amy finds the button that says 16 and presses it.

The elevator opens after some time of going up. Amy knocks on a door that says 126.

"Yeah I'm coming!" Amy can hear Yoru from inside. Yoru opens the door.

"Amy? What happend to you?!" He looks at her really shocked.

"You need a bath!" He smiles.

Amy now remembers that she is coverd in blood.

"Oh, sorry. I kinda forgot about... Oh well this." She points at the blood.

"It's ok, I'll make the bath ready! Just wait here."

Amy sits down, she can see that Yoru was preparing dinner. He had 2 dead birds lying on his table, ready to be cut open.

Amy can smell the bath oils, its vanilla.

Yoru returns.

"I'm going to continue cooking these... Sorry I only have 2, Shi-Shi is out with some friends and I thought I was going to be alone."

"Its ok, I'm not that hungry." Says Amy with a big smile.

Yoru takes a small bite of the bird's heart so blood leaks down from his mouth.

"I think the bath is ready... Don't worry I won't peek." He smiles showing a row of sharp teeth soaked in blood.

Amy nods and goes into the bathroom. The bathwater feels so nice. Amy gets undressed and goes into the bath. The water gets alot darker when all of the blood has been washed off.

She gets out of the bed and grabs a towel. Her cheek still hurts and there is still white blood dripping from it.

She puts on a large t-shirt and some panties that Yoru had made ready for her.

"Thanks for letting me have this!" Amy comes out of the bathroom.

"Yeah it's fine." Yoru smiles at her.

"What is that on your cheek?" He comes closer to look at it.

"Hmm." He licks the blood off her cheek.

"What was that for?" Amy takes a step back.

"You where bleeding." Yoru licks the leftover white blood of his fingers.

"It tastes as good as they say..." He smiles.

Amy is a bit creeped out.

"Uhmm you can't just go and lick peoples cheeks, WITHOUT ASKING!"

"Oh, so will you let me if I ask?" Yoru smirks and starts walking towards her.

"I-i never said that..." Amy's face turns red as she walks back.

Amy hits a wall behind her. Yoru comes closer, Amy blushes harder and harder.

"So will you let me kiss you if I ask?" Yoru smiles

"Y-yeah..." Amy looks into his big red eyes. "Yeah I would."

Yoru smiles and wispears. "Can I kiss you then?"

Amy closes her eyes and answers him. "Yes, Yoru."

Then their lips meet in a sweet kiss.

(Brb. fangirling)