his cerulean eyes looking startled and slightly annoyed. Oh no, he wasn't here accidentally.
"Hey," he said, trying to see past me, but I didn't move a muscle. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." I smiled. "But, unlike me, you look bored. Oh, are you waiting for someone?"
"No, I just..." He got up, but his eyes didn't leave my face. That was good because I needed him to concentrate on me and not on passersby. Of course, if we didn't get out of here fast, my sister or Italia could see us.
"This may sound weird, but would you like to go to the movies with me?" I was an idiot. I really was. There were tons of better things I could have said, but my brain had betrayed me.
"What?" If the surprised look on his face was of any indication, I'd say no one had ever asked him such a thing before. I highly doubted it there were cinemas in Hell.
"I'm going to see a movie, so I was just thinking you'd like to come with me." I shrugged, trying to make it appear like it was nothing unusual for me to go alone to the movies.
"Oh," he said, biting on his lip. "Ok."
"Ok?" I looked at him hopefully. God, was he going to think I was flirting with him?
"Yeah, I'm coming with you," he said determinedly. I could have sworn I'd seen his eyes sparkle with excitement for a second.
"Great!" I said, even though this was far, far away from great.
"Would you like me to carry your backpack?" he suddenly said as we were walking down the street. I looked at him like he had just turned into a monster with horns and claws.
"No, it's ok," I quickly said. "It's not as heavy as it looks, but thanks for offering."
Now wouldn't it be ironical to let him carry the backpack with the knife which I planned to use to kill him? Maybe he had sensed there was something weird. I hoped not. He didn't look like he was going to do me any harm, but looks were usually deceiving.
"I didn't see you at school today," I said, anxious to switch his attention from my backpack to something else.
"I had better things to do." He wouldn't look at me as he said it. Did I even want to know the details? Clearly not.
"So, can you make people think whatever you want?" Any information I could get out of him would be useful. The only problem was that he wasn't a sharing type.
"It doesn't work that way," he said, eyeing me suspiciously. I had to be careful, or he might realize I was up to something. If he hadn't already, that is. But I was still alive and nowhere near Hell.
"Have you ever been to the movies before?"
"No," he said softly, looking away. Was he feeling bad about it? I couldn't allow myself to feel sorry for him. It really would have helped if he looked a bit more demonic.
"Oh, well. It's nothing special, but we can get some popcorn and drinks..." I gasped as his fingers curled around my wrist, his face dark and full of suspicion.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. I swallowed, trying hard not to flinch under his gaze. We were standing in the middle of the street, and some people were glancing our way, probably thinking we were having a couple's quarrel.
"Doing what?" I was about to tell him we had an agreement not to touch each other, but before I could say anything, my vision blurred, and I was no longer in my own body.
I crack the door open to see if there's anyone outside. The guards are nowhere in sight, so I slip into the long, narrow hall and follow the bright light of the torches. I find myself in another hall, which leads in three different ways. I know Leonard's room is on the right and I head in that direction, my bare feet leaving no sound against the cold black marble.
I stop not far away from the door, unsure what to do. The only thing I know is that I don't want Maliadades to find me wandering through the halls because he's going to lock me in my room again, and maybe this time Leonard won't manage to convince him to let me out. The door suddenly opens wide, and my heart starts racing like crazy, but
"Hey," he said, trying to see past me, but I didn't move a muscle. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." I smiled. "But, unlike me, you look bored. Oh, are you waiting for someone?"
"No, I just..." He got up, but his eyes didn't leave my face. That was good because I needed him to concentrate on me and not on passersby. Of course, if we didn't get out of here fast, my sister or Italia could see us.
"This may sound weird, but would you like to go to the movies with me?" I was an idiot. I really was. There were tons of better things I could have said, but my brain had betrayed me.
"What?" If the surprised look on his face was of any indication, I'd say no one had ever asked him such a thing before. I highly doubted it there were cinemas in Hell.
"I'm going to see a movie, so I was just thinking you'd like to come with me." I shrugged, trying to make it appear like it was nothing unusual for me to go alone to the movies.
"Oh," he said, biting on his lip. "Ok."
"Ok?" I looked at him hopefully. God, was he going to think I was flirting with him?
"Yeah, I'm coming with you," he said determinedly. I could have sworn I'd seen his eyes sparkle with excitement for a second.
"Great!" I said, even though this was far, far away from great.
"Would you like me to carry your backpack?" he suddenly said as we were walking down the street. I looked at him like he had just turned into a monster with horns and claws.
"No, it's ok," I quickly said. "It's not as heavy as it looks, but thanks for offering."
Now wouldn't it be ironical to let him carry the backpack with the knife which I planned to use to kill him? Maybe he had sensed there was something weird. I hoped not. He didn't look like he was going to do me any harm, but looks were usually deceiving.
"I didn't see you at school today," I said, anxious to switch his attention from my backpack to something else.
"I had better things to do." He wouldn't look at me as he said it. Did I even want to know the details? Clearly not.
"So, can you make people think whatever you want?" Any information I could get out of him would be useful. The only problem was that he wasn't a sharing type.
"It doesn't work that way," he said, eyeing me suspiciously. I had to be careful, or he might realize I was up to something. If he hadn't already, that is. But I was still alive and nowhere near Hell.
"Have you ever been to the movies before?"
"No," he said softly, looking away. Was he feeling bad about it? I couldn't allow myself to feel sorry for him. It really would have helped if he looked a bit more demonic.
"Oh, well. It's nothing special, but we can get some popcorn and drinks..." I gasped as his fingers curled around my wrist, his face dark and full of suspicion.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. I swallowed, trying hard not to flinch under his gaze. We were standing in the middle of the street, and some people were glancing our way, probably thinking we were having a couple's quarrel.
"Doing what?" I was about to tell him we had an agreement not to touch each other, but before I could say anything, my vision blurred, and I was no longer in my own body.
I crack the door open to see if there's anyone outside. The guards are nowhere in sight, so I slip into the long, narrow hall and follow the bright light of the torches. I find myself in another hall, which leads in three different ways. I know Leonard's room is on the right and I head in that direction, my bare feet leaving no sound against the cold black marble.
I stop not far away from the door, unsure what to do. The only thing I know is that I don't want Maliadades to find me wandering through the halls because he's going to lock me in my room again, and maybe this time Leonard won't manage to convince him to let me out. The door suddenly opens wide, and my heart starts racing like crazy, but
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