Just Cupid and Me

Chapter 1 :somewhere over the rainbow

I rolled over to my side and angrily punch the alarm clock to silence it. Gods! I have just fallen asleep.

Frowning at my ceiling, I picked myself up from the bed and trudged my way to the bathroom. Not caring that I am fully naked.

It was my room, my house, my rules.

Glancing at my reflection, I noticed the hickey's covering my neck and that instantly made my little friend to get excited.

I have a good lay last night.

Smiling to myself, I splash a handful of water to my face before changing into a fresh pair of boxers.

Not bothering to put on a shirt, I padded down the stairs and was surprised to see an almost naked- wait, that was wrong. I should say, a very NAKED woman with her butt cheeks swinging as she flipped something on the pan.

"What the fuck?!" I exhaled, trying my very best not to appear enticed at the blonde beauty who was now smirking at me. "Mon amour! Bonjour" (My love, Good morning)

The blonde was French! Bloody hell...

I cleared my throat and tried to even my breathing out as she slowly made her way to me. My eyes lowered down to her supple peaks, continuing down her south region. I gulped.

Caressing my chest, she looked up at me with her blue doe like eyes, "Ça va?" (Are you okay?) I bit my lip. No words come to my rescue as I stayed there, glued on the spot as the little sphinx continue her slow seduction.

"Je veux faire l'amour avec toi..." (I wanna make love to you) her voice on my ear surprised me but that isn't comparable to her lips that had captured mine as she pushed me on a stool. My lips are frozen as she tried to push them apart trying to gain an entrance. Frowning, she said seductively, "Embrasse moi, Daemon"

(Kiss me, Daemon)

She do not need to force me to do so as I take full control of the situation we are in. I slide my hand over the countertop making the pancake batter spill as the now broken bowl lay smashed on the floor together with the eggs. She ran her hands on my hair and tugged on it as I kissed her neck and suck on it. "Mon amour, mon amour, arrête!" (My love, my love, stop!)

"Oui?" (Yes?) I stared down at her and she smiled, before she utter the question I have hated in my entire existence.

"Tu m'aimes?" (Do you love me?)

My lips folded into a thin line as I let go of her, muttering "Non" (No.) Worried, she straightened her clothes and hold my cheeks, forcing me to look at her, "Tu m'aimes?! Daemon, tell me..."

"I don't lo--" the words I had had to say were cut off as a slap momentarily left me dumb. I stared down at her, noticing her now wet cheeks. I assume that she is crying. "Look, I told you before. I'm not the ideal man to--"

"But we’re perfect last night! You have me believe zhat you love me and I believe zhat, too."

"Too bad, princess. Je ne sais pas un prince charmant (I am not a prince charming)". I wasn't given the chance to smirk anymore as a large pan hit the spot on which I was standing before. Glad of my fast reflex, I turn and ran for the stairs but then she caught my boxers and began tugging at it. "Not zhat fast, Connard (bastard) !"

I just smiled back at her wiggling my butt before I decided that I am delaying so much work by wasting it with this blonde. With a pull, I clutch the banister with both my hands and sigh as my boxers from awhile ago now lay on the floor, shredded, leaving me butt naked. Again. "That, was my favorite."

But then she wasn't done throwing things at me.

With a much exerted effort, she raised the antique vase from the end of the stairs and throw it on my way. Ducking, I said, "Mademoiselle, you don't need to break my things as I did to your heart."

And with all her might, she pulled another vase and lunged it towards me, "Zis are not your zings! Zis are all mine. My house, my zings, MINE!"

There I noticed that she was right. I don't possess any vases at my house, instead I have cherubs and stuffs. I also live on top of a building near the Eiffel tower.

Oh well.

I stared down at her and with a taunting tone, I voiced out my opinion, "Oh, possessive like a wolf, are we? But then, my heart will never be yours." I skipped unto the side as a vase now lay broken on my spot from awhile ago. Chuckling, I ran up to the room on which I have remembered where we had fun last night.

Throwing my black cloak over my jeans and white shirt on, no need for a boxers I just need my little friend covered, I open up the window and jump down, cackling as I had yet broken another heart.

One down to my collection of thousands.

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I am used to people who are giving me those looks. Not the bad kind or insulting ones but the flirting, seducing kind. I pursed my lips on the direction of the teenage girls and smiled as I earn a giggle from them.

God, I love this life.

Getting off from the train, I winked at the girls and chuckled at the three little beats pulsing on my palm. Look how lucky I am? I even got a bonus!

Whistling to myself, I bowed at the butler and entered the hotel. I smiled as the familiar scent of jealousy and adultery wafted through the halls, drifting behind me as if the scent knew that my presence is lingering on this very building.

I touched my bracelet, noticing the 7 red dots inside it. Geez, I thought it was already ten. Oh well, it means I need another shift later on. Stepping out of the elevator, I smiled at the cherubim posted both on my doors.

They are not true of course. Just some porcelains molded into cute little babies. FML.

I collected my love potions, compound bow and pipe from my room. I changed into my black leather jacket and spraying some allurements on my body, shuffling my round eyeglasses on the bridge of my nose before drifting out the building again.

Geez, where should I go now?

Snorting, I decided that I should let my feet lead the way. I sneak at the couple who are fighting over diaper duty, and sniffed the argument in before puffing more chaos.

Ha! Serves them right.

My next stop was the restaurants. Not really about the food for my body, but for my soul. Getting into work, I push the man who is holding his girlfriend on his arms so that they tripped. It seems that the situation is not that worse so I made a move with the girls hair and make it tangle over the foot of table of the couple nearby. This is getting heated! Couple A was now bickering and it didn't help that the couple B were also joining in.

Oh well. I took a plentiful of sniff before a puff of white feather floated on the space in front of me, blinking, I frown at it and shoo it away with my steel arrow. Still frowning, I took notice of the golden arrow that is now protruding on the chest of the girl from the couple A.

Feeling my nostrils flaring, I stomped my way out of the restaurant and loom at the half dot near my seventh one.

I started walking down the alleyway and smiled as I reach my perfect destination: the club 143 . The perfect place of devastation, where broken hearts overflow the bin of rejection.

I was about to cross the road when a stupid girl in a stupid costume, consisting a golden crown of leaves and what seems like mosquito nets hugging her curvaceous body, suddenly had the idea to cross it. The deafening protest of the man's vehicle made me cringe as I await for the girl's body to collide with the metal, to lay lifeless on the road and to contribute maybe a little smidge of red on my dots.

Opening my eyes, I spotted the girl looking at me with her green eyes wide open as the arrows on my pocket and the pipe on my hand caught her attention. I believe that it's impossible for her to notice me through the mist of allurements I have sprayed on myself, hiding me away from their curious eyes, but then she could be something right?

I shook myself as I thought about her being something else. Geez.

My thoughts had occupied me that I realize that she was already gone and that the traffic was now moving faster and the human's heat from the club beat steadier on my palms.

Sneaking secretly from the back door, I took a seat on the far back of the club and wait for the music beat to go higher. Thumping away with the music, their hearts felt like my second skin, my outer shell.

I pulled the three steel arrows from my inside pocket and let it drift through skin to skin as I make my way to the middle. I am close to attaching one of the arrows to the chest of my selected victim when suddenly, a golden arrow flew past from my nose, missing it. It embedded itself on the chest of my supposedly victim and blossomed.

Angered by this, I didn't dare to look around the room in case I spotted them. Putting the arrows back on my pocket, I huffed as I step out of the club.

I didn't even had the chance to accomplish my dot. I bowed again at the butler who had opened the door for me and loaded inside the elevators. Annoyed, the scent of adultery and jealousy did nothing to improve my mood as I kick my own door open. I throw the arrows on the couch together with the love potions and my pipe. I collapsed down on the carpeted floor facing the television and munch on the apple I had stolen awhile ago.

I was momentarily dazed, playing with the core of the apple on my hands as I go over the events that had happened today. I was too distracted that I didn't realize the knock coming from my window. I frown. What the fudge is that? I think this is the same fucking bird I have tried to kill last month but it bloody gotten away.

Pulling myself up, I hastily ran to my room and was surprise as I open the traditional window covering my glass ones.

There, smiling at me as the gold glitters on her skin contrast with the freckles sprinkled on her cheeks, was a girl. The dazzling green eyes and the ginger locks wasn't helping the situation at all. She happily waved at me with her golden arrows and spoke, "Hello, there. Can I come in?"

I felt her breath fan my face and the intoxicating scent of vanilla made me dizzy. I need to act fast or else this freaking thing will overpower me.

Snarling, I stuck my tongue out at her and pushed her with all my might, smiling as I hear her scream.

Well, that my folks, is a cupid.

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