Hush, Hush Fan fiction
This takes place after the last Hush, Hush book; Finale **Spoilers**
Chapter 1:
I opened my eyes, the sweet smell of earth, fresh cut grass, and mint filled the room. Patch,I thought. I was lying in his bed, sinking slowly deeper and deeper into his mattress. I sat up, looking around for him. He was no where in sight. I remembered that last night I fell asleep in his arms, he was with me. It was unusual for him to get up out of bed before me, normally he waited for me to wake.
I got up, looking down at my body I remembered that all I was wearing was boy shorts and one of Patch's black, vee-neck shirts, that happened to be pretty low on me.
Walking into the kitchen, I found Patch sitting on the bar stool, looking down on at the counter top. His charcoal eyes were filled with worry and stress, his jaw was locked stiff, and his whole body looked tense. I hadn't seen him like this for years now. Since I had to lead Hank's army, since Scott died, since I thought I lost him, which I almost did. To this day I was so grateful he escaped for Hell, I don't know what would've become of me if I'd lost Patch, I didn't even like thinking about it for a split second, yet I couldn't stop. I glanced back at Patch's face, by the look on it, I knew something must me terribly wrong.
"Is everything ok?" I asked, not even bothering to greet him with a good morning or a hello. His eyes were in a daze, almost as if he didn't hear me. Finally after a few antagonizing seconds, he looked up and replied.
"Good morning, Angel."
He was obviously avoiding my question, but I didn't understand why. He normally told me everything.
"What's going on, Patch?"
His eyes were filled with stress and worry, I could tell this was a struggle for him to tell me, but why? What was happening that was so terrible that he was almost scared to tell me?
"I'm sorry, Angel" His dark eyes were soft and weak looking. "So sorry" His voice hoarse whisper, I'd never heard his voice in such a stressful tone, it scared me.
My eyes started to fill with tears, my vision blurred, and I tried to swallow the heavy lump in my throat.
"Tell me." I said firmly, trying not to choke on my tears. "I'm not going to take this, Patch. Please tell me." My voice wavered, I was trying to sound strong, but I could feel myself cracking inside.
He sighed. "Dante is back." He paused, waiting for my reaction. I was too stunned to have one, so he continued. "Along with Hank, Chauncey Langeais, and Rixon."
I was shocked. How could it be possible? We killed them, they were dead, and hopefully suffering in Hell.
"They're coming for you, for us. I promise you though, Angel. They won't hurt you, they won't even touch you, I'll protect you." Patch spoke in a soft, comforting voice, but his eyes were full of hatred.
This wasn't real, we was kidding, he couldn't be serious. Everyone who tried to kill Patch and I, who tried to tear us apart…are back and coming for us? It couldn't be happening, they were dead. Patch and I killed them all, I was assure of it.
"How can this be possible!" I spat furiously. "It's impossible! We killed them! Damnit Patch I watched them die! They're dead!"
"When they died their sprits went to Hell, to spend eternity, but somehow they got out of Hell, in human form. They're in different bodies then they were originally in though. I think they possessed a body in Hell. And with their sprit lurking inside the new body, they control them, and an archangel must of let then out of Hell."
"But it's not Cheshvan."
"I know, bur from what I've heard they can be in the body's they've possessed for 30 days, so this could've only have happened with an archangels help."
"Who would want to do that and why for only 30 days?" I was too shocked to have any emotion, I just needed to get all my answers first.
"Pepper. Pepper did this. I assume he's angry with you for getting him into trouble, so he decided to let our enemies out and give them 30 days to be free until the automatically get pulled back into Hell, and they plan to bring you with them." His voice was soft and gentle, with a husky side to it as well.
It made sense now. Pepper wanted me gone, but he didn't want to do the dirty work. So he gathered up all my enemies, knowing they would to anything to get out of Hell for just a little bit, and to drag me to hell. And he gave them just enough time to do so.
"What are we going to do?" Not realizing that I was crying until I spoke
Patch stood up and walked towards me. He hooked his arm around my neck, while gently brushing a kiss on my forehead. "You're mine, Angel. We've gotten through worse. We can do this. I won't let anything happen to you, they won't hurt you. I love you, and I'll protect you. I promise."
From his words, I had hope. Which that was all I could do right now, just hope.
