A Demon...Or Two Just For Me

"Vi?"

I looked up and A.J. was peering at me from the side of the bed, I turned on the light and he was back to normal.

"Are you OK?"

"I....was just seeing things I thought you were someone else." I said.

He just stared at me.

"Someone else?"

"Yeah with tattoos." I said slowly

"You could clearly see tattoos in the dark?"

I looked at the ground, it sounded silly when he said it like that.

"My eyes were just playing tricks on me."

I got up and he pulled me back on the bed.

"Shouldn't we go back?"

"Do we really need to?" he asked.

"No I guess not."

"Then lay back down, they wont know we're gone."

I nodded and moved against his chest he held me close before we drifted back to sleep.

...

J.'s POV



A few hours later we got up again and I convinced Violet to spend some quality time with me in the shower. I couldn't get enough of her, it was difficult enough to have waited the two hundred years before I found her. Now I had to remind myself constantly to be careful with her especially while she was human.

She jokingly called me a perv and I accepted it as a compliment, it was beyond words how amazing it felt to be with our mate; to fully understand what my family members had with their own mates. I knew I would have to ease her into my world but I couldn't wait to tell her about my brother forever, she was rightfully his mate as well and I knew it was bothering him to pretend not to exist.

He would do it if it meant her acceptance in the end, we couldn't afford to lose her after wasting so much time without her. I looked up when she came out of the kitchen, I didn't know why she had been so excited to use it but told her where everything was and left the room. I followed her in to help bring the food out, it was an all American style breakfast, a stack of buttermilk pancakes and waffles with whip cream, strawberries and blueberries, a plate of sunny side up eggs, hash browns, french toast, a plate of bacon and sausage and of course coffee.

I tried everything and remained silent the whole time, I wasn't sure I had ever tasted something so good that it left me speechless. I made sure to tell her so so she wouldn't get offended by my silence, she blushed and smiled. I couldn't help but picture the table loaded with kids, I shook my head, we had plenty of time for that my mother was going to enjoy picking on me when she found out what I was thinking about. I know because Stefanos would tell her.

"A.J.?"

I glanced at her.

"Yeah Vi?"

"Is A.J. Your actual name, or are those the initials?"

"Why? Are you with the secret service?"

She tried hard not to giggle but it was futile, I smiled I loved hearing that laugh of hers.

"It's short for Alexion Jr."

"Alexion?"

He nodded.

"That is so pretty."

I chuckled slightly.

"Is that your dad's name?"

"Yeah, I'm formally known as Alexion Vincent Sinclair II"

"Oh it's so fancy, are you the oldest or an only child?"

"I have two older brothers and two older sisters."

"What are their names?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Constantine Orion III, Stefanos Lucius II, Diamond Contessa III, and Nadiya Francesa II."

"Oh my...they all sound like royalty, who are they all named after?"

"The first born son and first born daughter are named after our great grandparents on dad's side, Stefanos is named for our grandfathers on both sides of the family and Nadiya is named after our grandmothers on both sides."

"Well that's not fair, doesn't your mother get a child named after her?"

"She has one, her first name is Contessa."

She gave a low whistle.

"I couldn't remember all those names if I tried."

"Just remember Constantine, Stefanos, Dia, and Nadi and you'll be fine."

She huffed and took out her phone most likely to take note of everything I said, she shook her head.

"I feel even more plain, I'm just Violet."

"Just Violet?"

She made a face.

"Oh come on, I gave you my full name after all." I said.

She sighed.

"Violetta Christina-Marie and you know our family name is Stanley."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Don't make fun of me..."

"It's beautiful, I thought your name was already Violet I didn't know it had been shortened."

"Mom said she saw it in some foreign magazine and didn't want to change Katie's name." she mumbled.

"I'm glad it's your name, you're far more beautiful than your sister."

She blushed and sipped her coffee.

"Just wait till I tell my mother, you'll fit right in."

She just shook her head.

..

We did the dishes and I told her my sister had left clothes here and wouldn't mind if she borrowed them while we went out. It wasn't true but hopefully I could tell her I had conjured them for her before she met the family. She walked out in a pair of black skinny jeans, high heels and wrap like shirt that showed off her stomach. I tried to think of g rated thoughts or we would never leave the house.

We ended up at the mall and she gasped.

"What is it?"

"You left Katie here."

"No I pretended to be asleep and left my card out so she would leave on her own, don't worry about it." I said.

She toyed with the shirt as we walked further in, I slid an arm around her waist and she pulled away.

"Don't, someone will see us..."

"I don't care about anyone else."

"Don't be mad, hold my hand instead."

If that wasn't a stab to the gut I don't think I could handle the real thing, and demon stomachs were like steel, hard to pierce no matter how hard you tried. I nodded and looked away before she flashed me with that guilt filled look.

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Violet's POV

I felt bad, I knew I had hurt his feelings, after the way we'd been together and all I could have moved closer. I tried to make it better but figured if I wouldn't let him hold me then I shouldn't let him come with me to pick out specialty underwear either. We walked past a shoe store and my gaze landed on a pair of high heeled black boots that ended just under the knee. I let go of him.

"A.J. I'm going to try on a pair of boots."

"And you don't want me to go with you?"

"You can if you want."

He followed me in the store and waited, his mood seemed to pick up a little bit.

"A.J. I didn't mean that I didn't want to be seen with you, I just don't want it to get back to my sister."

"I know." He said.

I moved to put the boots back and he stopped me.

"Don't you want them?"

"Oh no, I can't afford these yet."

He frowned.

"What?" I asked.

"I can buy them for you."

I shook my head.

"I doubt anyone would care if I spent the money on the 'girlfriend's' sister."

"No I just meant, you don't need to buy them you already got me this bracelet." I said.

"If I had known I was only allowed to get my girl one present I would have bought you a yacht."

I giggled then stopped seeing he was serious I stepped closer.

"I mean, you don't need to throw your money around for me, I'm just fantastic with just you."

He swallowed and sighed.

"But I want to, plenty of men with cash to burn want to spoil their lovers."

I shook my head.

"How about I buy them now and you pay me back later?"

I sighed.

"Fine."

"Good, you want that color?"

I nodded and he took them from me before walking over to the cashier, when we left I thanked him then eyed him.

"You're not going to let me pay you back, are you?"

"Not on your life."

"But you promised."

"I signed no contract there for I don't have to uphold my end of the deal."

"But a gentleman always keeps his promises."

"And a gentleman never takes money from a lady, when we decide to go in together on something then you can pay otherwise, you're my girl and I don't want to see your wallet out once today. We're on a date dammit."

I started laughing who knew a pervert with the stamina of a horse could be such a sweet guy, I was still going to find a way to pay him back he didn't have know about it.

...

J.'s POV



I must have taken her wallet and shoved it back in her purse twenty different times before she stopped trying to take it out. Instead of boring me to tears I enjoyed shopping with her it was mostly clothes but still I wanted to be the one providing the things she wanted. I mean I'm all for female independence but would it kill her to depend on me a little? No of course not. We left the mall and dropped the bags in the trunk then drove to the theatre.

She stopped in front of a horror movie poster of course featuring demons.

..

When the movie was over she seemed lost in thought.

"Did the movie scare you?"

"No I was just wondering about something." she said.

"What?"

"Oh nothing it's silly."

"Tell me."

She glanced at me.

"You think demons are really like that? Cold and unfeeling?"

I shook my head, granted I'm biased but she doesn't know that.

"No people just like to portray them as such." I said.

She looked at the ground I stared at her when we got in the car.

"Do you believe in demons?"

"Seeing is believing..." She mumbled.

"You've seen one?"

She looked at me.

"My therapist said it was just my imagination."

"How old were you?"I asked.

"Five." She answered.

"Most five year old girls don't imagine scary demons."

"He wasn't scary." She said softly.

I felt jealousy creeping up in the back of my mind, I didn't like that she had met another male demon one bit, I better not have any competition she'd be upset if I killed anyone.

"'He'?"

"Yeah, he came when I broke my leg after falling off the monkey bars, I knew it was broken cause of how it was twisted but when he left all I had was a little bruise."

I stared at her, of course from her scent I knew she was telling the truth but I wondered why some random demon would come heal an injured human child. I shook my head and took her out to eat, as I expected, the food tasted pretty bland compared to her cooking I told her so and she only laughed.