Cupid's Bow | h.s -Complete-

Pull... "The love I give is unlike any other. It lasts." "What about the love you receive?" Aim... "You deserve a love that will risk everything for you." Wait... "Harry! Please...No!" Shoot... "What are you?" Book One in the Elysium Series. All books can be read separately.


2. "Shh"

                     "How be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.” 
                                                                                 ― Caroline Stevermer



"Next mission."

I nodded my head at my father and waited for him to give me the information.

"Cheshire, England. Styles, Harry. Fifteen."

"What about the partner?"

"You'll see when you get there."

I looked at my father from across his desk and narrowed my eyes. He's not telling me something and it's more than the faulty name.

"Oh Eros" a sweet, sultry voice sang as it came down the hall. I rolled my eyes and huffed. 

My mother walked into the study and plopped herself on my father's lap.

"You guys could've waited until I left."

"But I'm so glad I caught you while you're here, darling."

"You're always held up in your bedroom, that's why" I sassily murmured under my breath.

"What was that?"


"That's what I thought."

"Mother, I don't see why I can't have a brake."

"You will" father answered, "real soon."

"Promise?" I hopefully grinned.

"Promise" he chuckled. "Now, Psyche," he said, tilting my mothers chin towards him, "go get ready in our room."

"Which set?" she giggled.

"The blue one."

I made a gagging noise and grabbed my bow from the desk. "I'm really surprised I'm an only child at your rate of nastiness" I called over my shoulder and quickly left out of the room.


I don't fly because I don't have wings. Nor do I teleport because I'm not mutated. 

I transport.

It's a bit of a different way to get where I need to be and I use my eyes to do it.

I stare at the blank wall in my room and focus on the task at hand. Suddenly the wall stretches into a large hole and I can see to another place. 

It's dark and still but the moon makes a silhouette on a body in slumber. I take a deep breath and step through into the dark place. I sense the wall closing behind me and I'm now in this room with this snoring Harry guy.

I take a step closer as I bring my bow in front of me. Too bad I stepped on something that decided to screech.

I jumped back, frightened and knocked my back into a bookshelf, making most of the books fall to the floor and even my head.

The Harry boy gasps awake and sits up, removing the blankets from his face. He turns, see's me--yeah, see's me-- and screams.

Not a child-like scream, one of those man screams you'd hear and instantly know this guy's a man.

"Oh my gosh!" he yells out, wrapping the blanket around his waist and stumbling out of his bed, away from me.


"Who the hell are you?!"


"What are you doing in my room?!"


"Don't kill me. Oh my God, please don-"

"Shut up!" I bellowed.

He sat there with wide eyes and a thankfully closed mouth.

"Can you see me? Like, can you actually see me?"

"You're not a damn ghost. Of course I can see you!"

"Oh my God" I whispered to myself, looking down at my bow. Is it not working? As long as I have it in my hand, with me, the mortals can't see me. 

So what the hell is happening?

"Look," I said, looking at the boy cowering into a corner, "I'm not here to hurt you, I swear it."

"Then why are you here?"

"To help you..."

"No thanks" he nearly snapped, standing up but keeping the blanket around him.

"I don't understand..." Then an idea came to me. "Come here."

"No way."

"I said I wouldn't hurt you."

"Then what is that in your hand?"

I held up my bow in surrender and gently set it on his bed. "Now come here."

I saw the hesitation all over his face but it quickly disappeared as he took his first step. He cautiously made his way around the bed and loomed in front of me.

"You're shorter up close" he mumbled, looking at the top of my head then my eyes.

I shook my head, "I need you to touch me" I ordered.


"Here" I offered my hand. He slowly wrapped his long, slender fingers around mine.

I opened my mouth to say something but the moment I looked up at him it seemed as if there was nothing to say.

I cleared my throat and took my hand back. "This is crazy. Uh...tell me what you see. Describe me, right now."

Father says that sometimes when we are in the presence of mortals, we have our own human form. In our home we're our normal selves.

"This is weird" he breathed out. 

"Ya think" I snapped, "now start with the words."

"You have uh...really curly blonde hair and crystal eyes." He blinked a few times and just looked at me.

Now that I'm before him I've never felt so bare. The clothes I wore weren't all revealing in my household. My mother wore the same things I did.

My shirt showed my midriff and was loose so slightly hung off my shoulder. The tights didn't make me feel any better.

I subconsciously put a piece of hair behind my ear and looked away. 

He stepped away from me and whispered, "What are you?"

I looked back at him to see him slowly cowering back with unease laced into his green eyes.

"Don't..." I weakly pleaded, reaching out to touch him but he took yet another step away from me to prevent my intentions.

I've never been put in this sort of situation before. My parents taught me that humanity was a lost race and soon they will be gone. That they will frighten themselves to extinction I don't--nor do I ever--want to believe that. I love them and even though my 'job' is tiring I still do like to help.

But now as I watch Harry move away from me, I feel as if I'm a monster and everything my father has said is true.

Harry couldn't trust me and I knew that the only way he would is if I told him who I was. Who I really was.

"My name...I...I'm Volupta and," I took in a deep breath and then slowly let it out, "I'm the daughter of Eros."

"Eros?" he nearly whispered.

I rolled my eyes and nervously started twisting one of my curls. "You don't know your greek and

 roman mythology?"

"Not really."

"Cupid. My father is the Cupid."

His eyes widened and his mouth seemed to gape at the revelation. "Your dad is that little baby with wings?"

I couldn't help the small giggle that left my lips. I flew my hand up to cover it when a light tinge spread across his cheeks.

"My father is a god that is at least half a foot taller than you...not a baby."

He shyly smiled and I quickly figured out that that was my favorite sight. "Why is he depicted that way?"

"That's his human form. It was meant as a joke but it stuck with him."

"Do you have one...a human form?"


"What does she look like?"

"Do you have a camera or a phone to take a picture?" 

"Uh, yeah" he said, then turning to grab his off the floor. "Why do you have a sheet around you?" I asked, pointing towards the one he still had wrapped around his waist.

"Oh, I-um" he rushed to the other side of his room to a chest of drawers and began to dig through them. "I sleep...naked."

"I see" I flushed.

I turned away right before the sheet fell from his body and fought real hard not to peek.

He came before me again in shorts as he handed me his phone. I quickly gave it back to him, "I don't know how to use that thing."

"A phone?"

"Don't look at me like that. It's not in my job description."

"Fine" he huffed and started tapping on his little device. He held it up and then a bright light came and nearly blinded me.



"What are you 'whoa-ing' about?"

"I can't see," I blinked a few times and my vision slowly came back to me. "What were you whoa-ing about?"

"You're really...old."

He turned the phone screen so I could see and I was there in all my portrait glory.

"I'm not old. I'm just...older a-and brunette but that's just my human form. What you see right now is the real me."

"You're really pretty" he awed, gazing down at me.

I flew my hands to cover my cheeks once I felt them warm at his words.

"I...Um...I should go. This is a failed mission an-"

"But it's night out" he quickly rushed out, taking a gentle hold of my wrist.

"Not where I'm from." 

I took my arm back and went to grab my bow.

"Can you show me?"

I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Show you what?"

"How it works...your bow."

"I'm not sure-"

"You said it's not night where you're from, so why not stay out a bit?"

I bit my lip as I thought over his suggestion. Then I thought 'why not?'. My dad did say I could have a break soon. I'm sure he wouldn't mind this soon.

"Yeah...I'll take you to see the game I play" I slightly smiled.

"No rules?" he smirked.

I grabbed his hand and took him to an empty wall. I sighed out and squeezed his fingers. 

"You'll learn as you play."



Okay I gave in and updated but I had to! I've been so eager with this story.Please like and comment your thoughts. 


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