Other Fan Fiction ❯ Chosen ❯ Chapter Two: Test ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Josephine gasped as she woke, sitting up in a bed that was too extravagant to be the futon she slept on in her apartment. Her neck ached and she gingerly reached to touch it, feeling a bandage instead of skin. She remembered how the little brat from the night before had sunk his little fangs into her and she prayed he had all of his rabies shots before swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

She nervously began to chew her lower lip as she looked around the room she knew could never be her small apartment even if she had redecorated. First was the huge canopy bed she doubted she could have afforded with half a years salary, complete with expensive looking silk sheets and pillows in shades of blue she’d never seen before, and the thin, dark blue canopy that was tied to the two posts on the side where she stood.

She pondered over it briefly before looking away, her eyes grazing over a chiffonier and bureau made of the same deep cherry wood and a full length mirror. She moved around the bed and saw a pair of doors. She fidgeted and walked over to them, not sure if she hoped they were locked or not.

The first door she tried led into a large bathroom that she decided she would explore if the next door was locked. It wasn’t, and she pulled it open a crack, peeking slowly through.

This was also a bed room, larger than the one she was in, but with a smaller, plainer bed. The room was littered with different toys, stuffed animals, and small swords that she wasn’t sure looked entirely fake. She froze when she saw someone suddenly move into her line of sight, towards the bed.

It was a tall man with dark brown hair tied at the base of his neck. He wore strange robes in green and brown, and seemed to be looking down at something on the bed. Josephine’s eyes widened as the man held up what looked to be a dagger and pulled back the covers on the bed.

There, sleeping soundly was Viktor, blissfully unaware of the man raising a blade over him. She jerked the door back, jumped over a pile of toys and rammed herself into the man, yelling for Viktor to wake up.

Viktor sprang awake, looking around wildly as the man Josephine had knocked against a bedside table tried to shove her off. She had managed to grab the wrist of the hand he was holding the dagger in and she dug her nails into it, putting her other hand in his face to shove his head back. Viktor leapt from his bed, and ran across the room towards a half open door Josephine hadn’t taken notice to.

She yelped as the man grabbed her hair, yanking it back and down. She reached back with the hand she’d been clawing at his face with and tried to get his hand out of her hair hissing as he fisted her hair mercilessly.

“Josephine!” called a familiar voice from the door way. She looked, still struggling with the man, ans found Vincent standing in the doorway, wearing red and black clothes that looked similar to the man pulling her hair.

“Lord Keane-“ Vincent began, stopping as Viktor pushed past him, the small boy’s face flushed red.

“Let her go!” he demanded, pointing a small yet stern finger at the man Vincent had called Keane.

The man, Keane, released Josephine’s hair and she reluctantly let go of him. The man shoved her hard, knocking her down so she landed on her ass with a wince. Viktor rushed over to her, glaring at Keane before wrapping his arms protectively around Josephine’s head.

“Don’t you touch my things!” Viktor spat at him. Josephine had to admit that she was aggravated that the little boy called her a thing. And was somewhat overwhelmed, what with waking in a strange place where people tried to kill little kids for no apparent reason. Though said little kid did bite.

All strangeness and confusions aside, there was still the question of why no one was arresting, or apprehending the man who had just tried to kill Viktor... and was walking right on past Vincent towards freedom.

“What the hell?” she snapped, pulling Viktor off her head. “You’re gonna let him go? He tried to kill Viktor!” Josephine climbed to her feet, ignoring Viktor as he wrapped an arm around her leg, hugging her.

“Well, it’s not as easy as calling the police. We aren’t in your world any longer,” he said. Josephine cocked an eyebrow at him as he stepped inside the room and closed the door. He looked at her with a serious face that made her tense. “Josephine, this may be hard for you to understand but... you can never return to your old life. Especially after what just happened.”

Josephine thought on what he said all of two seconds before she paled. “Oh god,” she said, looking horrified. “You’re going to kill me!”

Vincent looked less than amused by her display of fear, and let out a rather annoyed sigh. Viktor, however, laughed at her.

“Of course not!” he said. “You’re the best guard I’ve ever had. Nobody’s ever fought of Keane before!” Viktor tightened his grip, grinning up at her with such a bright smile that she felt herself smile back. That was until she noticed something very odd about the young boy.

He had two small horns growing out of the sides of his head.

She blinked, just to be sure she wasn’t crazy. And found that she apparently was. So she looked away from Viktor to Vincent. He also seemed to be suffering from the same abnormality.

“You’re horny...” she mumbled, pointing to Vincent’s head. She was shocked, confused, but for some reason it really didn’t seem to be so strange to her. Vincent’s eyebrows rose at her, his mouth opening slightly as though she had surprised him. Again, Viktor laughed.

“Of course he is!” Viktor said, rubbing the side of his face and horn on her leg. She glanced down at him, but found that it didn’t really bother her, the horn was smooth and warm, and somehow familiar.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, hoping that Vincent would be the one to answer her.

“I’m trying to explain that. You see you’re not in the mortal realm anymore. This is a demon plane. And we’re demons,” he said slowly, waiting for a response but looking half worried at what it would be.

A normal person would have laughed, thinking it was a well laid out, but still in poor taste joke. A regular person would have exclaimed that they were all mad, or that she was dreaming. Josephine, however, was not a normal person.

“Oh god, I’m a virgin sacrifice! This kid is going to eat me isn’t he?” she screamed, shaking her leg to try to dislodge Viktor. Which, wasn’t quite as far fetched an idea as it first seemed. The kid had already taken a chunk of her neck after all.

Viktor smiled, thinking she was joking, and Vincent placed his head in his hands, wishing his little brother hadn’t jumped right into bringing her to their home.

“You’re so funny!” Viktor said, his face red from laughing and smiling so much. “I’m glad you passed so you can be my new guardian,” he said. Vincent sighed again, and let his hands fall to his sides.

“Passed?” she said, looking confused again.

“The test! You saved me,” Viktor said, his eyes looking at her as though she were some sort of saint. Josephine smiled back at him before she could stop herself.

“Yes, thank you Viktor. Josephine, try to understand, you’re here to watch over Viktor. He chose you to be his guardian, and as you already saw he’s in much need of one,” Vincent said and Josephine found herself nodding.

So she was supposed to take care of Viktor then? She supposed it wasn’t too bad, if everything was true, and she wasn’t crazy that was. She didn’t have any family or friends back home... and she had been on the verge of losing her apartment anyway. Well, as long as she wasn’t going to be eaten she didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“Alright, that’s not so bad,” she said aloud, talking to herself. “So, that Keane guy. What’s his problem?” she asked, absentmindedly placing her hand on Viktor’s head to ruffle his hair.

“I’ll explain later. For now, the two of you should get dressed. I’ll take you down for breakfast and explain your duties to you.” Vincent pointed at the door where she had come busting through not ten minutes earlier, and she patted Viktor’s head, wondering what sort of clothes she would have to wear.