Chapter Thirty- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part One

I never learnt any means of defending myself, so basically I am defenseless and my instinct is very blunt. I would not even know where to begin in the wake of danger and here I am, in the middle of the night, locked inside the car of a boy I barely know.

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I waited anxiously in my hotel room for Varto to return from the shops, but he was taking forever and that was making all sorts of dooming thoughts to flood my mind. It was eerily quiet, the hotel was as good as vacant and in my solitude, I had to rely on Jon for some entertainment.

After arriving here from school, I picked up my gown from the designer and did not bother assessing the final fitting because the event has been postponed to tomorrow night- then I decided on the meal I will be preparing for the Devil tonight.

Jon notified me that the party will be about forty-five minutes away from here and will be an all-nightier, so I can get away with making dinner for the Devil and arrive at least an hour before midnight. The plan is not that complex, but it is very risky. If everything goes according to plan, then I will be leaving the hotel latest midnight, Varto will park at a not suspicious nearby location so he is readily available when I need him and I will return to the hotel at around three when everyone has gone to bed already. Two to three hours may not be adequate for me to assuage my hunger for the thrill of having a social life, but it is better than nothing and will have to suffice. The is the first party I will be attending where the other attendees are people around my age so I was very excited and could not care less about the consequences.

Just when my mind was about to stew with stress, Varto knocked on my door and came in with my outfit in multiple shopping bags. His eyes were saturated with a plethora of emotions, but the most apparent one was apprehension. His reticence was not an issue, he did not need to say anything when his eyes were already reprimanding me so fiercely. Those eyes still lingered on my form moments after he had stepped out and allowed me to change out of my casual wear, but I did not allow myself to get taunted to the point of aborting my plans.

I had not told Varto what to specifically look for, so I was pleasantly surprised when I saw what he had picked. Tonight I was to be a sexy, naughty She-Devil. The red, leather bodysuit clung onto my body snugly, outlining every curve on my body and commanding attention to my figure, which I was very proud of at the moment. Then for accessories the bodysuit came with a flexible clip-on tail which moved to the motion of my hips as I walked, two large black wings with straps like a backpack with draped to just below my thighs when retracted, and a set of bowed horns and wearable claws. Satisfied with what the mirror was showing me and settled on an outfit, I took off the costume and made a dash for the kitchen.

I was very nervous as I grouped the ingredients, but I had hardly got any work done when Rohio walked in and she informed me that the Devil is not around, so I do not have to prepare his dinner. She hinted at him possibly not returning until the next day and that was the best news I had ever received. But a part of me was a bit disappointed, I had not seen him the entire day and I was in a way missing him, his commoving presence, the way he watches me. Stupid feelings, I should have been celebrating, the odds were in my favour. Sneaking out to a party is going to be so much easier with my sovereign of Hell keeper not around. He who sees it all and knows it all, that's what I used to call him, he just knows things I would not expect him to know and it's foolish of me to think he won't know I snuck out to see Jon and party with him- but I have to be optimistic just this once.

With time not on my side, I quickly put on the costume again and I called Varto to my room. He told me to meet him outside the forth entrance and we had to walk separately not to arouse any suspicion, but honestly any form of stealth was just for extra caution, the hotel was a ghostland with only a few maids moving about- I had not seen either my mother or Macheno and the master was not around and had taken his assemblage of retinues with him, so it was just me, the hotel staff and my protectors.

From the fourth entrance, I was escorted to a vehicle and I updated Jon as soon as I got inside. We used the back gate and as the car started moving and I looked back at the buildings, the moment became surreal to me. I was finding it hard to believe that I had actually managed to pull this off! This is fucking epic!

We made it to the drop off location in under thirty minutes due to Varto's impatience on the road and his knowledge of short cuts and we found Jon leaning into his car, already waiting for me. Throughout the drive, my senior bodyguard's eyes kept going to the rear view mirror and he kept daunting me with his 'you are going to regret this' stares. It was like he knew something I didn't and could not warn me against it verbally and that scared me, I won't lie.

" Call me if you need me, miss." He reminded me apprehensively as I stepped out of the car with nothing but a purse in my hand.

"I will, Varto," I promised him, but that did nothing to mitigate his worries, "thank you for doing this for me." He only nodded his head with that dreadful look etched on his face and I knew I was not going to get more than that out of him, so I closed the door and walked over to Jon's car.

"Hey, I hope I didn't keep you here for too long." I exchanged Jon my best smile as I hopped into the passenger's side and strapped on my seat belt. As soon as I was settled, he locked all the doors and I won't lie, that made my anxiety to spike up. Varto had already driven off and growing up very sheltered, raised in a bubble practically, I never learnt any means of defending myself, so basically I am defenseless and my instinct is very blunt. I would not even know where to begin in the wake of danger and here I am, in the middle of the night, locked inside the car of a boy I barely know.

"No, no, I was actually expecting you to be more late than this." His eyes raked down my body as he started the car. "You look very nice by the way, I can barely recognise you in that mask." I blushed profusely at that compliment and complimented his get-up as well. He made a pretty decent vampire, although his character prevented him from manifesting a convincing dark aura. That comes naturally to only one man in my life.

And maybe the fact that I was thinking about the Devil was engineering my paranoia, because as I tilted my head back and looked into the night, I thought my eyes were going to fall on a figure, a harrowing presence, because I could have sworn something or rather someone was watching us.