Saving me.

Case four: The case of the Broken Hearted. Part two:

“Mmm…this feeeelsss soo good.” A very relaxed Sasha purred as the cherry-haired vampire kneaded the flesh of his bare back in the lobby part of the office.

Ever since Lord Asswipe had made his little visit, both Master and slave have been snippy and tense and that just wouldn’t do since Cole needed his little grey mousy relax, calm and very, very agreeable for the night that he had plan.

So the idea of giving the little human a relaxing massage was born and was the reason why the grey-haired man was leaning over the faux leather sofa, with his shirt lying discarded on the floor nearby, with a cherry-haired vampire sitting behind him and massaging his tense back.

Sang Ki, in order to get himself relax, was bullying Reeve with re-typing some of the reports on the computer.

No one was too concern about the Rochelle runt that was forced to un-pack his own things in the smallest bedroom in the whole living area. He was just lucky that he wasn’t shoved up in the small attic right now.

“Is the little mousy feeling better?” Cole whispered in his little human’s ear, smiling at the smile of content on the pale face.

Since the day’s earlier discovery of the blue-haired demon’s secret, he has been seeing little things that would be otherwise overlooked that the current Rochelle master and his servant had in common.

The diamond shaped centers in their eyes, the same jaw and nose structure, the big dislike for pineapple and the huge love for kiwi.

The vampire wasn’t done talking to the demon about this new information but he had a feeling that no one else knew and Sang Ki preferred in that way. So he would wait till they were alone to talk.

But for now, his attention was all for his little mousy. After all, as long the human was in a good mood, the better chance of having the evening of both of their lives.

And nothing was going to get in his way. NOTHING!

“OH MY GOD! DON’T YOU PEOPLE HAVE SOME SENSE OF DECENCY?”

Not even that was going to get in his way of claming the steel blue eyed human.

Sasha groaned and tried to hide his head underneath his arms while a certain vampire glared, promised death to the Rochelle brat for destroying the mood in the room.

“You mind, jumping out of a window? I just gotten Sasha here relaxed.” Cole coldly said to the raven-haired brat while he covered the exposed back of his stressed out little one with his own body.

“Listen, bloodsucker. The only orders I have to obey are one of Master Sasha but that only because the Elders have forced me to.” The blue-eyed brat walked farther into the room; up to a slowly getting even more ticked off Sang Ki and had the gulled to tell him to get him something to eat.

That wasn’t a very smart thing to do.

Sang Ki grabbed him by the throat and thrown him up against a nearby wall.

“Listen here, you little prick!” He growled as his opal eyes just flamed in rage. “I’m not YOUR slave. I’m not ANYBODY’S but Andrew Patrick Rochelle’s slave. So you will get you own food, drink, laundry, clean up after yourself, draw your own bath, make up your own bed and everything else that needs to be done!” he leaned forward till they were nose to nose of each other. “Got it?!”

“I would say yes at this point.” Sasha offered advice to his new charge, knowing just how wrathful the water demon could get once he gets started.

But Christen didn’t take the older man’s advice.

“I’m not going to let a slave threaten me around. It should know its place.” The stupid boy growled back. “If you won’t do it, Master Sasha, then I will.”

But he didn’t get to ‘put’ Sang Ki in his place, instead Sang Ki put him in his place by throwing him across the room, hitting the private office’s door and slumped down to the floor.

“Ki!” Sasha rushed to stand in between the brat and his assistant while Reeve rushed over to see if the boy was all right. “He’s not worth it!” he placed his hands on the demon’s shoulder to keep him still. “We don’t need the wrath of Lord Asswipe down on our heads because of this brat.”

The opal-eyed demon nodded and took a deep breath before leaving the room, saying that he was going to be in his room for a while. As soon, Sang Ki was upstairs, Sasha turned on his new charge.

“You just got lucky this time.” He shoved a finger in the frowning boy’s face. “Next time, I’m letting Ki kick your little spoil ass.”

“He’s just a slave-“ Sasha didn’t let the boy finish as he punched him in the jaw.

Cole stepped in before more could happen by wrapping his arms around his Rochelle and Reeve took the boy by both arms and forced him to go across the room.

“Come on. He’s just a spoiled brat with a big mouth.” He whispered in his mouse‘s ear, walking them back to sit down on the sofa.

But no one was allowed any peace when the boy opened his mouth again. He really should have kept it close.

“Oh, I should have expected that from a demon lover!” Cole felt the body in his arms to stiffen and tried to tell the man to not listen. “After all, you allowed a demon to kill Master Andrew and everyone else in your branch. I heard that you even join in, killed your own mother.”

Sasha started to breathe heavily as the boy continued on his rant and covered his ears to block the accusations out.

“You planned it all. You and that spiderhead bitch were going to kill everyone, leave no-one, not even a child spa-“

The slap was what silenced everything in the room. But it was from neither Sasha nor Cole, but by the brunet human who had enough with this little boy causing trouble for his boss and secret crush.

“Listen here! Mister Sasha is a good man who loved his family and Mister Sang Ki is just as important as you are. No, he’s more important then you are!”

Christen rubbed his sore face on both sides from the slap and from the punch just before.

“You do better to say you’re sorry to both Mister Sasha and Sang Ki and make it up to both of them by doing housekeeping in a French maid outfit.” Reeve felt so proud about his punishment that he didn’t notice that the three other males in the room were looking at him like he had lost his mind.

Then Cole started laughing. “Yes. The brat has to wear a French maid outfit and do a little cleaning around here.” Even the older Rochelle joined in.

“You’re insane, all of you!” Christen left the room while everyone laughed behind his back.

They were still laughing when a team of slayers lead by Winnie Ashford walked in.

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Both Rochelle men felt uneasy as they were being led throughout the slayers’ house to pick up a succubus sprite that they have kept in a jar after killing its host’s body.

A certain cherry-haired vampire was upset for being stuck at back the Rochelle office, because he wasn’t needed and it was best to get the raven-haired brat out of the building before someone ‘accidentally’ tries to kill him. Sang Ki was still locked in his room and it didn’t look like he would be coming out anytime soon.

“The succubus was hard to take down. We... lost a lot of teammates.” Winnie had explained about the night where they fought the demon but the price for victory was a steep one.

“I’m sorry for your lost. I rather liked Joanna.” Sasha gave the Slayer leader’s arm an comforting squeeze as they stood outside the room where the spirit of the succubus was being kept in a sealing jar.

“She was a sweet kid.” The dark haired leader smiled bitterly and thanked the man for his words.

Christen just stayed behind his teacher, for once with his mouth shut but he didn’t try to hide his dislike for all this on his pale face.

“Olive managed to seal the spirit in a jar before it could take over another innocent.” Winnie spoke as she handed over the jar to the older Rochelle and told him to make sure that when he sent it back to Hell that it felt pain on the way.

Sasha nodded in understanding and in agreement before he and his charge left the slayer’s house and headed back to the Rochelle building in the old Mazda.

“Why couldn’t you do the spell there? It would be much easier.” Christen spoke as he passed the little green jar between his hands.

“Stop that, you going drop it.” The grey haired spoke. “The slayers have a no magic seal on their house to keep any creature and form of magic from entering; they don’t like the idea of using magic period.”

“Stupid chicks.” The car squealed to a stop, flinging the boy to hit his head on the dashboard and accidentally dropped the jar but no one noticed as it rolled around on the floor with the lid opened just a little.

“What the hell?” He hissed as he rubbed his sore forehead.

The older man laughed as he flicked the ashes from his lit cigarette out of the window. “A squirrel just crossed the road. I didn’t want to hit it.”

Then the car went back to driving as the raven haired boy picked the jar back up and didn’t think about the lid being open as he pushed it back down to close it all the way.

Neither man noticed a faint pink-tinted cloud flowed through Sasha’s mouth as he opened to exhale some grey smoke.


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