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My Demon: Chapter 36 - A Klaine Fanfic
“Father, you wanted to speak to me?” Blaine asked as he sat down in his father’s office. It was late at night. Most of his friends had already gone to bed. Kurt was already tucked in and asleep, the windows bolted shot. More surveillance cameras and heat sensor alarms specifically made to detect demonic speed had been installed. Dalton had become a fortress in a less than two nights. Students that were tainted by half-breed blood were ordered strictly to stay return to Dalton by sin in the evening and if they ventured out, they were to be accompanied by at least three pureblooded demons. Kurt on the other hand, hadn’t been so lucky.
His father nodded gravely, gesturing for his son to sit. It would be a very long night.
He stared at his son, intently, brown hazel eyes flecked with demonic crimson mirroring each other’s.
“You are aware of my predicament, Blaine.” Edward Anderson said solemnly.
My Demon: Chapter 35 - A Klaine Fanfic
“God dammit! I can’t study anymore! I refuse to study anymore!” Jeff screamed throwing all his papers in the air.
“Jeff, it’s only been a couple of hours.” Kurt reasoned gently whilst resisting rolling his eyes at the same time. Sometimes Jeff was such a drama queen there was only so much Kurt could take before he felt like throwing the lanky blonde haired demon out a window.
“Kurt’s right,” Wes added, looking up from his French dictate. “I for one know that History is your worst subject.”
“Hey! I’m ace at the essay writing.” Jeff pouted.
“Just because you’re exceptional at writing the essays doesn’t mean you can’t fudge your way through the dates. When did Italian dictator Mussolini invade Ethiopia again?” Kurt asked lightly, chewing the end of his pencil.
“Hells I know!”
Kurt sighed. “1937, Jeff.”
I Live To Search For You
“Sir! Director! I think we have something.”
Hope turned from a desk covered by scans and blueprints of several artifacts he was researching.
“What have you discovered, Hawkins?” he demanded immediately. His heart leapt and determined to live his namesake, he kept hoping for the best.
“A new artifact has been located just off the coast of New Bodhum and we’ve sent men to retrieve it.”
“Good man. What have you learnt?”
“Well,” his colleague said, flipping through his papers, “Unlike the previous artifacts we have uncovered for our study, this one appears to be have inactive for a very long time.”
“Interesting.” Hope frowned, thinking hard.
“So there are no signs of any human contact? What about animal contact? It’s been known for animals to accidently stumble across an artifact an activate it by mistake.”
Hawkins shook his head.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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