Demon Begging

Chapter 29

People have no idea how beautiful the darkness is.

*NARRATOR'S POV*

"There's nothing here, Momo. Stop calling me to look at bloody nothing." Chris exhales tiredly,

hand coursing through his dry and lifeless hair. "You'll wake Louis up too."

"He needs to wake up!" She argues, urgency crisp in her voice as he glances around the empty

room. No demon.

"Alright, enough." He calmly drapes an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, have a cup of tea."

"Christopher, I'm telling you that-"

"Louis is fine. You're fine. I'm fine. There is nobody in danger." He says sternly. "There'll be no

more on this conversation."

"Chris-"

"You're here for Louis but I won't think twice about carting you back home. You're going to stay

here and be a normal grandmother to him because that's what he needs. No ghost stories." He sits

her down in the living room with finality.

She has no option but to surrender for now, but clearly planning on picking up again soon. Her

instincts couldn't allow for things to go terribly wrong, especially now that her only grandson was

at risk. That demon had to get out of his life, whatever the reason for his stay was needed

terminating.

Harry settled back into bed beside Louis, after a split decision to disappear when the older people

were about to discover him. He didn't see a fine outcome from that brash decision, and didn't want

to risk anything at this point.

Momo didn't come into Louis' room again until way past midnight, when the sun was just peeking

in past the hills of melted snow. It would offer no warmth though, just radiant energy in the form

of light.

She wiped Louis' forehead with a damp cloth and heard him grumble something weakly. Not

thinking about why the room suspiciously smelt of bleach and where the demon had gone, she sits

down next to the still sleeping boy.

"What's happened to you, Loubear?" She smiles when his fingers fist her sleeping gown.

The cross necklace is on the bedside table, half of it stained in warm blood that dripped onto the

varnished oak surface.

She wiped it clean and kissed the center gently. "Protect him."

"You're really a stubborn old hag, aren't you?" Comes a disembodied echo, firm and disconcerting

as the owner could be greatly unnerved.

"If you're mated to my Louis, it would do you good to respect me." She spits back at the

supposedly vile creature standing by Louis' curtains with curled extended fingers.

"I've never respected anyone besides him. That's not going to change."

"Did you hurt him?"

"No."

"Then why won't he wake up?" She glares at the demon, aged blue eyes narrowing on his slitted