Chapter 5:

Hello world! Here is chapter 5! Enjoy and sorry for the late update!

? pov:

Magnificent! He tittered with glee as he sunk into his chair, replaying what just happened in his head. Who'd have thought those sneaky scientists' would've included that? His red orbs twinkled with a mischievous light, his mouth curving up into an amused grin. Feisty, feisty, little kitten. I can't wait to make her purr. An underling interrupted his musings with a soft grunt.

"What is it? Speak!" He yelled, surging forward to lean with his hands on the desk. Even half bent, he was a fearsome character that did what his kind did best.

Terrorize.

His unexpected angry outburst evicted an instant reaction. The guards beyond the doors stood up straighter; holding themselves properly in an attempt to appease. The two maids stationed parallel to each other near the front doors jumped, one quietly praying for her life and the other holding her breath, convinced that if she breathed he'd be on her like a bloodhound on a trail. The underling nearly wet himself, was tempted to, under his crazed glower.

"T-the other l-Lords are h-h-here mi Lord!" His stutter was annoying.

Taruuk's expression shifted into one of indifference. He stood up straight and made his way around the desk, his long silvery hair flowing behind him a cloak of moonlight. Of all the times to be calling a meeting, they decide to have one just as I've met my toy? Rude. Ah well, it was time to entertain!

Lucy's pov:

Lucy curled up on her side, crying dry tears.

This place, it's infested with demons. I can't even tell which is human and which is demon. Here, they're all the same.

The guards conversed lightly, their murmurs loud in the desolate cellblock.

They're probably demons too.

She shuffled away as far as the chains would let her. Their chatter didn't waver in the slightest at the clinking.

I have to be strong. Stay strong Lucy! We'll get through this! Swallowing thickly, she swiped at her tears and took a deep breath, calming her nerves. Only then did a deep, bone-rattling shiver of disgust snaked its way down her spine. That monster, that thing, she knew deep down that if she ever wanted a chance at freedom, he'd have to be the first to die.

Right before Hellbitch does.

She sort of liked that sound of that. Now that her fear had drained, it was time to think about everything that had happened so far. She structured her thoughts chronologically, sorting through her memories and analysing. For some reason, her gut was clenched in anticipation. For what, she didn't know and that set her more on edge than the presence of the unholy beings lurking behind every corner.

First were the separations after we were brought here. Roughly 130 cell mates. 30 of them were children. Why would they separate us if we were all meeting the same fate? Unless the children were subjected to something other.

Second, the experiments. But that begs the question as to why? Why were they experimenting? For what purpose? What were those scientists trying to achieve? What did they do to me?

Not one memory of her time with the 'doctors' was pain free. She couldn't remember much of what happened, only that there were a lot of needles, drugs and blood. So much blood.

Third was her encounter with the demons Hellfire and Norvu. Both a satanic force of destructive power. As far as demons go, they care for nothing but themselves and are a source of great terror in all the kingdoms, even If they only used to exist in children's books to me. However, if that is so then why did Norvu interrupt and chase Hellfire away? Despite his later words, I get the feeling it was for a different reason. Strange. Hellfire's stalker tendency counts towards strange behaviour too. Of all the prisoners, he was fixated on me. This may be due to something I am unaware of or I really and a trouble magnet.

Fourth, the position I am currently in. The outfit seems to be made of a type of elastic metal and is fashioned in a protective way. Future events may be linked to this fact because I highly doubt this is the standard prisoners uniform.

Finding the answers would be difficult but for the moment, she let her mind and body rest. She had feeling she'd need all the rest she could get. Curling tighter to keep what little warmth she had, she forced herself asleep with a heavy feeling of dread.

Normal pov:

When she was out for the count, an unwelcome visitor made his presence known. The guards looked the other way as he approached the cell, staring intently at its only occupant. A frown tugged at his lips and his brow furrowed.

She was cold, freezing in fact. Shudders wracked her frame and he could hear her teeth chattering.

We could keep her warm…

He could hear the salacious suggestion in his inner demons proposal. Honestly, he wasn't all that against it. Not even a full day after meeting her and he was craving her presence, desperate for it. His eyes touched what his hands could not, not without alarming her and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. She looked good in her new getup, sexy.

The only objection he had was that about a million and more would see her too.

His lip peeled back in a sneer/snarl.

What the hell am I doing here?

He narrowed his eyes on the unsuspecting female.

What the hell did you do to me wench?

His red eyes pulsed once and he was inside her cell, crouching over her.

At least they washed her.

For a fifth of a second, he was jealous of the bastard who got to touch her naked body, running his hands up and down her smooth skin, testing her supple flesh and tracing her curves…

Dammit, he was horny again.

A particularly violent shudder went through her and she curled tighter. In the dark, he could see her lips take on a blueish tint. He didn't like it.

Tilting his head to the side, he said quietly, "Nothing that happens here leaves this room. Or else…" He was pleased by the sudden racing of both of humans' hearts. He smirked, then turned his attention back to her. He sighed, his hand moving to cup her cool cheek, his thumb tracing the hollow in a tender caress he didn't know he was even capable of giving.

Just what are you doing to me?

Shrugging off his coat, he laid in on her, tucking it around. Leaning back, he admired his handiwork. For a couple more minutes, or was it hours, he stayed and stared at her silently. Her body temperature was acceptable to him and her lips had returned to their normal soft pink, her teeth had stopped chattering too. He felt a tingle at the base of his skull, a tell-tale sign that he was being summoned. He was tempted to ignore the call and continue to watch the caged beauty before him but alas, he didn't have a choice. Stoking her warmer cheek one last time, he left without a word.

Short chapter, I know. But guess what! Well actually, the more proper question would be 'guess who?' Which of our demons paid Lucy a visit? Or is a it a completely different demon? What exactly did those nasty scientists do? Find out in the next chapter! Review if you have the time and motivation! Bloodyislander out J