A Magic Bus...?

I hate Ireland, I really do. It's far too wet for a Demon. Shunned from my own society, I was close to abandoned in the mortal world - with only my siblings for company. I was exiled for murder. It's not my fault I'm the daughter of a Demon, or one myself. I tried to blame my father, but the excuse didn’t stand, seeing as he’s the Demon of Lust. Plus, none of his other children developed the ‘obsession’.

"Ravyn, it's getting light, we should be moving off now," said Nastasia.

"Lucian and Blaine can wait for a bit longer,” I replied.

She sighed irritably and left me alone. I sat down and let the tree support my back. I relaxed despite the chill in the air. The dawn light spread slowly through the sky and it started to rain. Again. Ireallyhate Ireland. I stood up and walked the point of the small outcrop we were on. As my hair was slowly plastered against my head by the rainfall, someone from behind me put their arms around my waist and held me close.

“I love you,” Kaspar whispered in my ear.

“I love you too,” I murmured.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Something’s wrong. You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I’m fine, Kaspar. Can we just leave it?” I snapped.

“Of course,” he said.

He kissed my neck and left me. I wanted him to come back. I hadn’t meant to say it like that; I was just having one of those days. I was having a lot those recently and I still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell Kaspar why… Nastasia knew, so did Lucian and Blaine, and I think Dad did too; Lucian had said he was going to tell him.

Kaspar and I were engaged, we had been for a few weeks. At first I was so happy – in a way I still was, but the truth was always at the front of my mind. I needed to tell him, I knew I did, but I couldn’t. He had a right to know but I didn’t have the guts.

I twirled the tips of my hair round my fingers and wrapped my arms around myself. “Kaspar,” I called.

“Yeah?” he said from where he was stood with Nastasia.

“Can you come here please?”

He came back to where I was and held my hands. “What’s up?” he asked.

“There’s something I need to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while but… Anyway, I think you need to know. You need to know that I’m pregnant.”

He smiled. “I know.”

“You know?”

“Nastasia told me.”

“Oh. So you’re not… upset?”

“Upset?” he laughed. “I love you and we’re going to get married, so of course I’m not upset. It is mine, isn’t it?”

“No,” I said.

“What?” he asked.

I grinned. “Obviously it’s yours.”

“Oh, good.”

“Ravyn?” said a distant voice. “Ravyn!”

I jolted awake. It wasn’t raining and Kaspar was nowhere in sight. I stood up slowly. A bright red bus was racing over the fields towards us. Nastasia saw it before I did. It gleamed in the newly-risen sun. The two of us turned to stare at the bus speeding towards us. It pulled up in front of us and the door swung open. Blaine and Lucian were stood inside.

“Hi guys,” Blaine said, smiling.

“Why are you on a bus?” I asked.

“I’ve not a clue. It just appeared and it felt like we should get on. So we did,” he said.

“You coming too?” asked Lucian.

Nastasia and I shared a look. “Might as well.”

We clambered on and followed our brothers to the back of the bus, encountering several others on the way. They all looked reasonably normal, but considering me and my siblings, looks are almost always deceiving. There were two people sat together, a boy and a girl. I thought I recognised the girl from somewhere long ago but I couldn’t quite work out from where or when. Lucian and Blaine sat down right at the back so we sat in front of them and turned around to talk.

The two of them look about 11 or 12, though they’re actually 55. Nastasia and I were 85, looking around 17. We all had black hair but my irises were gold, Nastasia’s bright blue, Lucian’s a shining green and Blaine’s a pale orange.

“So where’s this bus headed?” I asked.

“No idea. Wherever it wants to go apparently,” Blaine replied.

“A magic bus?” said Nastasia doubtfully.

“Yes, Nas, a magic bus. Is it really that hard to believe? Last year at home there was an outbreak of flying goats.”

“That was quite amusing,” smiled Lucian.

We sat in silence for a little while, until Nastasia decided to break it.

“You had that dream again, didn’t you?” she asked me.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Is it true?” asked Lucian.

“I... I don't know.”

"Do you not want to know?"

"I don't know."

“Wimping out?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

The End

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