Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[Cryobionic]

The demon yelped in surprise, sending her a slight glare as the pen suddenly stopped, "Don't do that," He hissed, watching the thing spin around in the air, his eyes slightly amused, "At least not without giving a warning first." He relented, chuckling slightly. He had to admit, if only to himself, that he found the whole thing pretty cool.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie looked up from where she had been scratching under Chomp's head, to smile at up at Raya, "That's pretty cool!" she giggled, pulling a napkin away from Chomp's curious sniffing.

 

[DestinyRed]

"Okay. Next time I'll give prior warning that I'm throw something at you." She said sarcastically then looked over at Ellie, "Thanks! It takes a lot of practice too, I've hit so many people in the face when doing that." She said with a laugh.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie giggled poking Vinny's cheek, "I'm sure Vinny could handle getting hit by a pen, remember when I was just learning brewing spells? Vinny was my little guinea pig, figuratively and literally for a week,"Ellie laughed at the memory.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Oh, don't remind me," Vincent groaned, the memory popping into his head, "I didn't much fancy being experimented on, you know. And those pellets tasted absolutely awful!" He whined jokingly, nudging her in the side.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie giggled, kissing Vinny's cheek lightly,"You made a cute guinea pig if that helps," she offered, pulling away Chomp who was trying to eat, a customer's empty teacup.

 

[DestinyRed]

"Okay then, Your a witch. Right Ellie?" She asked, noting how she talked about spells, "I used to read about magic all the time, or watch movies anyways." She said then looked at chomps, "And I'm guessing that's not the only plant with a face?"

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Yup!"Ellie smiled brightly, "And magic is nothing like they make it appear in the movies," she pouted, "I don't have a wand, I don't walk around wearing a black pointed hat, and I don't have a hoard of black cats at my beck and call," Ellie pouted, looking away, "Stupid humans, making up stupid lies," she pouted.

 

[DestinyRed]

"There not stupid! There just not smart!" She exlaimed then frowned as she ran over the sentence in her head, "Okay most of them are stupid but some of them are smart." She said, desperetly trying to defend her aunt and uncle, "Besides. A pointy hate would suit you." She joked.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie pouted more glaring slightly at Raya, "No,it wouldn't..." she sighed, looking away.


 
"Sorry, it's just I really really dislike those stereotypes, everyone who firsts meets a witch expects us to be these, wart ridden, cat crazy, demon summoning humans," she looked sheepishly at Vinny, "No offense," she smiled, before turning to back to Raya. "You could see how something like that could cause someone to come to really dislike being compared to something that is fiction," Ellie sighed, gently petting Chomp's on the head.

 

[Cryobionic]

"None taken," The demon chirped, waving lazily at the last couple of customers, as they headed out the door, before leaning himself against the bar, yawning. "The stereotypes about demons are mostly correct, actually. 'Cept, we don't parade around with pitchforks and make deals with people for their souls." He mused, chuckling slightly, "Most of us don't anyway."

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Well, you're the only demon i've ever really known, so I wouldn't know, "Ellie giggled, picking Chomp's up lightly from the counter. ignoring as he continued to try to eat her hair.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Correction," Vincent held up a finger, a slight smirk on his face, "I'm the only pure-blooded demon you've ever known." He shot her a grin, pulling her hair out of Chomp's mouth, "Don't forget about that detective, or Axton for that matter. Or Oliver, though, he's not such a good example."

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"True," she smiled," So, are pure bloods like, the nobility or something?" she smiled up at Vinny giggling, "Cause from what you told me, you were filthy rich growing up," she giggled.

 

[Cryobionic]

"I never told you I was filthy rich growing up," Vincent snickered, raising an eyebrow before poking her in the cheek, "I told you I was filthy rich now. There's a difference, even if we were. And no, they're not, not really." He shrugged noncommittally, grinning.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie giggled, yawning softly," Tired," she murmured, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She looked down to see Chomps curled up on himself snoring softly, "I guess he tuckered himself out..." she smiled softly, scratching his head softly.

 

[Dnaleri017]

(Quick question, what all did I miss that is important to the storyline?)

 

[Cryobionic]

~END OF NIGHT FOURTEEN~


(I think)


 
~DAY FIFTEEN~


 
In the dark, damp night, only lit up by the red and black fires raging on from the chasms below the large, imposing mansion, a slight sniffle could be heard from the many dark, damp rooms spread throughout the old house. It was faint, muffled and only came once, as if the owner of the tiny sound didn't want anyone to hear him.


It would have taken a while to find the source of the disturbance, but after searching over the room carefully, one could just about make out a slight, shuffling lump in the middle of the small, cold looking bed just off to the side of the room, pushed against the wall adjacent to the window.


After a while of shuffling, ten small, pale fingers curled themselves over the edge of the thin duvet, pulling the cloth down just enough so that two huge, glowing eyes could be seen peeking out over the top, followed closely by a small button nose from under which the duvet pressed up against his mouth. The pair of eyes darted around the room, as if afraid the sound their owner had made had managed to gain the attention of something not quite pleasant. After a few seconds of hearing nothing, his sharp, pointed ears twitching ever so slightly for a few moments more just in case there might be footsteps approaching his bolted shut door, the small figure let the duvet fall completely, revealing a tiny little blue haired boy, almost drowned in an over sized pair of white striped pajamas.


The boy waited a little longer, just to be completely sure his night time noises hadn't disturbed anyone sleeping in the house, before swinging his small, bare feet over the edge of the bed, stiffening as he heard it creak slightly. He had done this many times before, and while the motions of getting up and out of the bed silently was almost burned completely into his muscle memory, there was still a few times he managed to mess up, and to the boys dismay, this was one of them.


He wasn't very fond of being locked in his room at the best of times, and while he knew that roaming around the house with a severe fever would only really make everything that much worse, for he remembered that fateful night he had once puked on a very expensive glass statue depicting the Gorgon Medusa, and the beating he had gotten for that, he also knew that if he didn't move at least a little bit, he would become absolutely mad with restlessness.


He could feel it in his very bones, that annoying cribbling sensations that spread over his whole body when he hadn't moved for a long time. And it had been a long time since he had last moved, or been allowed out of his stupid, boring room too.


The tiny boy sat completely still, the tips of his toes not even close to touching the cold wooden floor as he waited for any signs the creaking bed might have alerted anyone within the mansion to his awake state. He couldn't hear anything, though, aside from the faint, screeching sounds of the river of lost souls just below the mansion, so he took a chance, and let his feet connect with the dusty floor, a tiny smile appearing on his pale face as the floorboards didn't creak at the touch.


With surprising precision from a boy not really used to moving about much, the tiny form managed to shuffle and jump his was over to the window, his feet narrowly avoiding stepping on the floorboards he knew would creak, something learned from years of sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night when he wasn't really supposed to. As he got over to the window, he crawled onto the dresser placed beneath it, and positioned himself on his knees, while his eyes widened to stare at the outside world.


His nose pressed up against the cold glass as the wind crept in unnoticed from the cracks around the wooden structure, chilling the small boy and making him hug his arms around himself absentmindedly. There was some kind of celebration going on below, he could tell, because there were shadowy forms dancing around in the flames, tumbling around in a merry sort of way that made the little boy long to be down there with them. And while he knew that such jolly times were usually reserved for grown ups, and not for unhealthy, sick kids, that didn't make the longing for some sort of companionship any easier. The boy sighed inaudibly, settling himself down more comfortably on the dresser as his crimson eyes followed every movement made by the people below.


A small squeak from his right almost startled him so badly that he fell off the piece of furniture, and his head snapped towards the sound, his eyes wide and filled with fright. A silent, relieved laugh escaped him as he realized that the noise had just come from his tiny ferret friend, locked away in his cage for the night. Smiling softly, the boy shuffled down from the dresser, before executing the same shuffling and jumping pattern over to his desk, where the cage stood, a little oddly balanced on a few books.


"Hi, Martin," The boy whispered, smiling at the white animal through the bars on the cage, his fingers executing a little, cutesy wave. The ferret seemed properly unimpressed and the boy frowned a little. The ferret hadn't really been himself lately, he mused as he looked in on the shuffling thing, pursing his lips in thought. It was then that he noticed that the pets food bowl was empty, and with a start he realized that he had completely forgotten to feed him at all, since his last burst of fever sickness had set in.


The boy sucked in a breath, sending an apologetic look the ferrets way, "M'Sorry," He murmured, reaching over to the middle drawer on his desk, sliding it open in a swift, silent motion. After rummaging around in there carefully, for he still didn't want to get caught roaming around out of bed, he finally emerged with a strip of raw meat. Now, the boy didn't quite know what kind of meat it was, but it did smell kinda funky, in his opinion. Martin the ferret seemed to love it, though, so that was good enough for him.


With a little smile, the boy unhooked the cage door, wincing as the metallic screech of the hinges rang out into the dark silence. Right now, however, he couldn't really bring himself to care much, not with his current mission of making sure his friend was fed on the forefront of his mind. "Here ya go, buddy," He whispered, lowering his hand into the cage, waiting for the ferret to snatch the bloody meat from his grasp, as he had done so many times previously.


Instead, what met him was a sharp, stinging pain suddenly and without warning spreading through his right-hand thumb. The boy yelped and recoiled back, dropping the piece of meat into the cage before tripping over his own feet, sending him flying to the floor with a loud crash, a sound that seemed to intensify due to the persistent silence he had so badly tried to enforce.


Large, shocked eyes stared up at the cage, and then down at his throbbing, bloodied thumb. His mouth was slightly open, and as he realized the loudness of his actions, his hands flew to his mouth automatically, smearing the red liquid all over his face. The boy quickly scrambled to his feet, and tried to make a beeline for the bed before it was too late, but before he could even get half way there, the door to his room flew open, the back of it slamming into the wall, making him almost jump out of his skin.


That fright, however, was nothing compared to the pure dread that shot through him as he looked up at the familiar, infuriated crimson eyes now glaring down at him.





Vincent's eyes flew open, his heart racing. His right-hand fist automatically clenched around his thumb, as if he could still feel the pain from the open wound. He couldn't of course, that closed up centuries ago, but somehow, in the dream, it had felt as real as it had when he was still six years old. The demon's eyes closed, and he took a deep breath, trying to get the images of his past out of his mind. He hadn't had such a vivid dream in a long time, and to be honest, it was starting to freak him out a little.


The demon could feel beads of sweat form on his brow, and he turned his body, looking over at a still sleeping Ellie. A smile began to stretch it's way across his face despite the situation and he reached out a hand to brush some rogue strands of hair out of her pretty, peaceful face , as he realized, the days of loneliness and longing, were long since over.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie stirred in her sleep, opening one eye to peek at the one who had woken her up from the peaceful blackness of sleep, " Hey...." she yawned drowsily, looking up into those familiar red eyes. " Five more minutes," she yawned, cuddling closer to Vinny, whining softly like a child trying to get their way. " The bed feels sooo nice~~ and the outside world is so cold~!" she pouted, burying her face into the demon's warm chest.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya wandered about the grocery store, armed with cucumbers, cabages, chips, candy and a bunch of other thing that her aunt sent her to buy. All of which she'd ever seen them eat. Raya turned to the bakery section, taking a whiff of the fresh pastries then smiling at the sugary smell. She already had her 5 hours of sleep for the day and she was up pretty early shopping. The teen looked at the list, Cookies, Sugar oh Flour! She read the grabbed a smaller bag and plopped it in the rolling basket. After about half an hour she came across Parsnips on her list. What the hell is that!?! She thought before pulling out her phone and texting everyone she knew asking what parsnips are.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Mornin'," Vincent murmured hoarsely, wrapping his arms around her with a tired smile, "Didn't mean to wake you, I doubt it's even six o' clock yet." He told her with a small chuckle, blinking rapidly to try and clear the sleep out of his eyes. He was still a little puzzled as to why the dream had so suddenly decided to bombard his consciousness with vivid imagery of years long since forgotten, and if he was being truthful with himself, he was pretty happy he had woken up when he had.


"It's the middle of October, Ellie," He mumbled after a while of silence, "It's not supposed to be warm."

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie pouted, hugging Vinny tighter, "At least I have you~" she smiled, before turning towards the sound of Chomp's crying out for food. "Yes yes, I hear you Chomp," she yawned, climbing out of bed.


 
Ellie yawned, falling back into bed after feeding Chomp,curling up in the covers, "Warm~~" she purred, turning to Vinny, "What's a parsnip?" she suddenly asked.

 

[Cryobionic]

Vincent grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him, burying his face in her hair, breathing in her scent of flowers with a smile, then, her question reached his ears and he raised an eyebrow in confusion, "A what?" He murmured curiously.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

" A parsnip,Raya texted me asking what they are but I've never heard of them before, I think they're like turnips or something!" Ellie rambled on, pushing herself up so she was sitting on top of him. "I bet Seera would know," she sighed sadly.

 

[Cryobionic]

"I have no idea, but it sounds like something a rabbit would eat," The demon chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced up at her tiredly, "Why would she need those anyway?"