The Demon's Soul

"Yes, Julie what is it?" I asked her wondering what she wanted and she showed me what she held in her hand.

"I don’t know which color to put," she replied her brows furrowed and filling her cheeks with air, "Will you help me?" she asked me.

"Sure, come here," I said patting my hand an empty space next to me on the bed.

Her face broke into an adorable smile and she crawled on the bed. I was pushing the quilt to make more space when she moved in front of me, her back to face me so that she was sitting on my lap. Taking the book, she began flipping the pages and opened a page that had a bear in a forest. She then took out the box to reveal different colors of sketch pens.

"Okay," I heard her mutter softly to herself and looked at me. I took a grey color when I saw Julie’s sibling Paul enter the room with his eyes a little dilated.

"Julie, mother, and uncle Luke are looking for you," he said but Julie seemed not to care and took the colored pens to color the picture.

"I’m busy," she replied not looking up as she shaded. I looked at Paul and raised my brows in question.

"She broke uncle Luke’s phone," he went to explain and I hid my laugh with a cough, looking at them seriously, "And he’s really angry." I felt these two had a thing for breaking Luke’s cell phone.

"Why did you break it?" I asked Julie, moving to the side so that I could see her. Before anyone could talk, I heard Luke’s voice.

"Yes, Julie why did you break it? Look at the condition," he said showing the phone that had cracks all over the screen as he walked inside the room. He had a frown on his face and didn’t look angry. For few seconds the room was dead silent until Julie spoke in her small voice,

"You promised," she spoke, "You promised you would take me out. You’ve been pushing the day since a month."

"And so you break my phone?" He asked her and I saw her take the book in front of me, closing it to give it to me.

"It’s like a reminder," she replied and then turned to face me, "Keep it safe with you. Uncle Luke might take it," this made me laugh while the three of them looked at me confused.

"It’s just a cellphone, Luke. I’m sure you can buy a new one and let’s go out this weekend," I said and felt Julie relax taking her side.

"Do you know how hard it is to put back all the contacts?" he asked me and before I counter he spoke, "I don’t keep a backup, the memory can be stolen and used by people. Now hand the book. You know the rules tit for tat, Julie," he said and I saw Julie shake her head.

"Lilly," she turned completely towards me.

"Luke, let it go. You’re behaving childish, how old are you? Ten?" I asked him and heard both the twins snicker at my words due to which he narrowed his eyes. Then his expression turned to an evil grin which I didn’t like.

"Alright, honeybee," he said to which Julie jerked back looking around with wide eyes.

"Where where?" she asked searching for a bee but Luke continued.

"I’ll let it go on one condition. I’ll tell you the condition later but do you agree," he asked me and I looked at him warily.

"What kind of condition is it going to be?" I asked him and saw him think.

"Don’t worry, I won’t violate you or ask you for a kiss. Those things I want it to be natural. So do you agree?" he asked me patiently standing there waiting for my answer. He told he wouldn’t kiss or something so I think it was okay but this was Luke we were talking about. After a lot of thinking, I replied,

"Okay, I agree."

"Then it’s a deal," he grinned widely, "But there won’t be a next time Julie if you break my phone," and Julie nodded and thanked me before going out of the room with her brother, Paul.

He then came to sit next to me as his dark green eyes looked at me, sparkling with mysteries in them. The room was dead silent and I didn’t know what to do so I went to pick my books and put it back in my bag. I wondered what Luke’s condition was going to be and it was gnawing in my head, finally, I asked.

"What’s the condition?"

"I was wondering when you would ask," he hummed and then said, "The condition I have is..." he drawled.

"Is?" I prompted looking at his lips curve.

"A sip of your blood," he said and pointed towards his neck, "from here."