Andrew POV-

Morgan Donnelly... Why does that name sound familiar?

The demon circled me in examination, then stopped at my right side. "You're bleeding, young master." She murmured. I turned my head and saw her staring with an almost sad look in her eyes at the little tear in my grey hoodie that seeped blood.

"Huh." I said, snapping her out of it. "I didn't even notice. And please, call me Andrew. The whole 'young master' thing is kinda weird."

Morgan sighed and looked around. "Alright then, Andrew, where in the name of hell are we in the world?"

I raised an eyebrow as a thought came over me regarding something she mentioned earlier. "London. And wait a minute, how did you know that my family used to be nobility?"

She waved me off as she pulled a role of bandages from a pocket in her sleak black slacks and wrapped it around my injured waist and my wrist that had burned when she had grabbed it earlier.

"It's nothing important. You two probably don't belong to the same family anyway."

I looked down at my wrist as she led me past the seven corpses (I had always been a fan of the macabre so it didn't exactly bother me) and started to fiddle with the bandages. "What did you do to my wrist?"

Morgan's hand clamped over my own, stopping my prying. "It's the mark of our contract." She informed me lowly, looking around the city we had walked into. "Don't reveal it in public."

After a few seconds, she cursed again.

"What is it?" I asked, looking around.

She scowled. "I want to get you to a hospital, but the closest one is fucking Kingston."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's so wrong with Kingston Hospital?"

"Well, if it's the time frame I think it is, then unfortunately London is the last place I want to be." She growled, but began walking towards the hospital at a brisk pace anyway.

Before I new it, we were standing in front of the glass doors, then making our way inside to the receptionist.

It was a young man, probably fresh out of college and a little clumsy.

Morgan raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him, but smiled so sweetly when he looked up at us that I could imagine her being an angel instead of a demon.

"Excuse me." She muttered, batting her long dark eyelashes down at him.

The man's face flushed and he began to stutter. "C-c-can I h-help you m-miss?"

Morgan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's been a while since I've been here... Can you tell me if George Thompson still works here? He's the only one I really like." She pouted and the man began to fumble around his workspace and computer.

I raised both eyebrows at her in surprised amusement and she gave me a glare before pouting back at the receptionist.

"U-uh, D-Doctor Thompson i-is in the c-coma ward, but-"

Morgan slapped the counter, cutting him off and turning to me with a tight lipped smile. "Great, I know exactly where that is!"

I gave a little yelp as she pulled me off down a hall. Only now was my grazed side begining to bother me for some reason. Maybe the adrenaline was wearing off?

It only took a minute for Morgan to drag me to a room and open the door.

A man in a white doctor's coat was standing at the foot of some patient's bed, reading some sort of chart. His blonde hair was streaked with a bit of grey and he wore frameless glasses over slate blue eyes.

He looked up at us and furrowed his brow as he set down the chart.

"Hey, you two can't be in here without visitors passes." He began walking towards us. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

Morgan moved me to stand behind her and smirked up at the doctor.

"Oh come on, George." She smirked. "Don't tell me that you can't even fucking recognize me?"

The cursing was a little unnecessary in my opinion, but I watched in interest as his blue eyes narrowed and he examined the demon from head to toe. After a minute, his eyes widened and he grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Morgan Louise Donnelly." He muttered in amazement. "My god, you've been missing for three years now..."

My onyx eyes widened while her icy ones narrowed and she pushed his hands off of her.

"I went to a private school in America." She growled out. "I can't tell you anything else."

I knew it was a lie, but he seemed to believe it after a moment as he took in her suited appearance and nodded in acceptance.

I found myself standing in front of the doctor suddenly as Morgan and I switched places.

"This is my young- friend, Andrew." She introduced me, then lifted my arm so the doctor could see my still bleeding side. "I don't want anyone to touch him, but I don't have medical knowlage, so you're the only one I trust to look after him."

He looked at her in confusion, as I waved a little sheepishly. "Um, hi?"

After a few moments, he sighed and helped me to remove my hoodie so that he could clean and re-bandage my wound. All the while, Morgan just stood leaning up against the door and watching the doctor with caution in her icy orbs.

When he was finished, she did that tight lipped smile of hers again and bounced herself off the door.

"Thanks, George." She said as I slipped my hoodie back over myself. "I really owe ya one."

She began tugging me towards the door, but I was a little through with being dragged around like this.

"Morgan, wait." I ordered, expecting some sort of snide comment or defiant curse. But, to my surprise, she stopped immediately and I felt a tiny burning sensation go through the inside of my wrist where the 'contract mark' or whatever it was happened to be.

I looked back at Doctor Thompson with curiosity in my eyes and voice. "How do you know Morgan?" I asked, curious to find out more about the demon whom I was apparently master to.

Doctor Thompson huffed a bit as he removed his latex gloves to go throw them away. "Approximately four years ago she came here in an ambulance, nearly dead from dehydration. She had been missing for just over seven months." He sighed and looked at the small demon.

Morgan's head was bowed and her long bangs cover her eyes to the point where I could no longer see them.

I turned back to the doctor and nodded. "Go on." I could vaguely remember the police reports all over the news about a missing girl.

The doctor sighed yet again and continued. "Turns out she had been in a coma down in the sewers all that time. After about six months, another missing persons report as well as a possible homicide report was sent out on her again. Nobody's seen her since."

Turning, I glanced at the demon in surprise and she rolled her head around her shoulders. "Great, is story time over? I would like to go to your house now, Andrew." She growled out my name, making me flinch at her tone.

"Y-Yeah, we can go." I stuttered with a gulp. "Just let me pay for Dr. Thompson's help."

I reached for my wallet in my back pocket, but the blonde doctor just shook his head. "No need. Consider this a favor for an old friend."

Morgan's lips twitched just a bit as she turned to leave the room, then stopped suddenly in her tracks.

"The girl in the coma, the one you liked talking to that I shared a room with..." She began, not looking at the doctor. "What happened to her?"

Doctor Thompson seemed caught off guard at the question, but he answered anyway. "She died. After a year or so, she just... Just never woke up."

He smiled sadly at Morgan who- after a moment- gave a curt nod before grabbing me by the wrist again and leading me out of the hospital.

"Where to, young master?"

I furrowed my brow in confusion and tore my arm out of her hold, stopping us in the middle of the walkway. "Are you... mad at me?" I questioned, knitting my eyebrows together.

She sighed and turned to face me. "I'm not mad, I just really, really don't want to be in London during this time period."

This just confused me even more.

"Is it because of that doctor? Look, I don't have to go to that hospital anymore, ok? You don't have to see him."

She groaned and dug the black gloved heels of her palms into her eyes. "It's not just him, it's this place in general! I don't want people to know I'm back! It's just too fucking painful..."

People were beginning to stare at us, giving me disapproving glares and sympathetic looks to Morgan.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, reaching out to grab the demon's hand. "C'mon, let's just get to my place, alright?"

She exhaled deeply and seemed to calm down, seeing as she took her hand from my grasp with minimal effort and dipped her head at me. "Yes, my lord."

I chuckled as I led her to my place. "I thought I asked you to call me Andrew?"

She closed her eyes and shrugged, making me laugh a bit, and we continued on in silence for the next several blocks.

"So..." I muttered as we turned down the street that led to the building I lived in. "Why the suit?"

Morgan shrugged again as I entered my ID number into the building's security system and opened the door.

"I only ever had two other masters before you. The last one was a soldier. I didn't even get out the terms of the contract before he agreed for his soul to be taken." She sighed and looked down at her feet as we entered the elevator that would take us up to my flat. "Brave man..." She murmured. "World War Two, 1943. He gave his soul up so that I could destroy the Nazi force that had been massacarring his platoon. I was on earth for all of around five minutes then, so I was never able to change from the uniform I wore with my first master; a nobleman during the Victorian era."

I nodded my head thoughtfully as the elevator reached my floor at the very top of the building and opened wide to reveal a long hallway that led to my tiny apartment.

"Wait a minute." I muttered after thinking for a minute. "If your last time on earth was in 1943, then how did you know Doctor Thompson? And why did he say that you were missing for three years?"

Morgan sighed and walked forward into my place after I unlocked the door, looking around as she did so. "There's quite a bit you don't know about me, Andrew Cheslock."