So, I decided to make a sequel...
All characters belong to Sega or Archie except my OCs.
Ch. 1 Honeymoon Avenue
They say only fools fall in love
Well, they must've been talking about us
And sometimes I feel like I've been here before...
~Honeymoon Avenue by Ariana Grande~
Why couldn't life have been this great before? I thought silently as I pondered over the small smile that had crept up my face as I was studying. I had been doing a lot of small unconscious smiles lately but I knew the exact cause of it. I was with it right at this very moment. I looked up from my notebook to Scourge who was studying intensely beside me, some of his green hair falling into his eyes. It had only been a month or so since we met – again – but it was enough to get me hooked on him. But he was much, much different than he was before. Not so much in a bad way though. I mean he was still unnaturally handsome and the changes weren't exactly dramatic but I could still see the difference. His face muscles weren't as tight and tense, his eyes had lost their coldness ad weariness; and his posture was more relaxed. Cody and Victoria haven't caught on to those changes but only because they didn't study him as much as I do. Even before when he was still evil, I took notice of his quirks and such. To me they were a bit fascinating considering that there was a reason behind each and every one of them.
I blushed deeply when I realized that his ice blue eyes had been staring right back at me. Quickly, I looked down. A deep chuckle sounded from Scourge. Damn, it was so sexy. Words could not describe how much I wanted him. Throughout this month, I had to restrain from kissing his face off. I know, it sounds really weird but I guess I couldn't help but want to pick up from where we left off when we were dating before – just without all of the supernatural drama. Just a normal, serious relationship. Miguel, as Scourge's name actually was but I can never put it through my mind mentally though it rolls off my tongue quite easily, was the type of guy to take things slow. Sure, we had been on tons of dates but he hadn't made his move. Maybe he didn't want to be forward or he just hasn't kissed anyone since he has been back. I highly doubt the latter because I'm sure someone laid his sexy ass a bed but the thought was still a bit comforting. Way better than thinking that maybe he didn't really like me at all. Sometimes I wondered if he only hung out with me because he was just a good guy and didn't want to be rude.
"Like what you see," Scourge asked, his deep Hispanic accented voice holding a smirk in it. I looked up to see him smiling slyly at me causing me to blush lightly. For some reason, he made me nervous and bashful. The butterflies he awoke in my stomach weren't exactly gentle either. Sometimes I felt as if I was in some type of teen romance novels with all the sweet things he does and my annoying love-struck jitters. I don't know if the analogy annoyed me or made me even more giddy.
"Maybe," I replied, smiling shyly back at him. His smile grew as he nudged my shoulder.
"Ready for me to walk you home? It's starting to get late." I looked up at the orange sky and realized that the sun was indeed setting down on the world. When he asked me to hang out today, I vouched to study around the quad because of the nice weather which seemed to take up more time than I had thought.
"Yea. I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were out here for so long." He smiled down at me as he got up and held out his hands. I took both them and he pulled me to my feet. Before I could grab my backpack, he grabbed it himself and slung it over his shoulder. "You don't have to hold my bag all the time," I told him. He glanced at me as I slowly laced my hand with his.
"I know," was all he replied as we began to walk. He gave my hand a squeeze as he pulled me closer and pecked a kiss at my temple. I blushed lightly at the feel of his soft lips. I couldn't wait to feel them against mine again. I leaned against him more, wanting to absorb some of his body heat. "You cold," he asked me. As we were walking, it had gotten a little chilly out. Although I wasn't exactly cold, I still nodded anyway to see what he was going to do. At first I expected the whole give a girl your jacket thing but instead he got behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I blushed at the butterflies that arose in my stomach due to his touch. "Better," he murmured in my ear.
"Much," I squeaked, causing him to chuckle again. When we reached my house, we saw that no one was home. It then occurred to me that my parents had went on a business trip and took little AJ with them. They would have took me too but they didn't want me to miss anything from school. Totally a usual parent decision if you ask me.
"Are you going to be alone all night," Scourge asked, concern etched all over his face. I nodded.
"My folks will probably be gone for a few days." I shrugged. "I'm kind of used to it. They travel at least once a month."
"Well, are you going to be safe – by yourself?" That question made my stomach churn. I hadn't exactly been thinking about Lucifer lately and if I would ever truly be safe. I guess I blocked it out of my mind the best I could. I didn't want to live my life in paranoia. Then I would just go mad.
"Of course. The only danger around here would either be the crazy cat lady who lives next, the suspicious old couple across the street, or the Chinese food delivery guy. All very threatening if you ask me," I joked. Scourge cracked a smile to show that he was amused by the comment but the concern still wavered over his face. "I can take care of myself," I told him.
"I know that you can but there's just so much going on in the world and you're so small that I can't help but to worry about you." I smiled, shaking my head.
"Well, you could always come inside for a little bit. I can order some food, bust out a couple of movies, have a little cuddle time, and maybe – just maybe I can kick your ass in a pillow fight." Scourge smiled at him, his eyes lighting up at the thought.
"I'd love to." I jumped up to peck a kiss at his cheek before turning to unlock the door. As we walked inside, I noticed Scourge tense up a little bit. His ice blue eyes roamed around the house curiously but almost suspiciously at the same time.
"What's wrong," I asked him. He glanced at me multiple times between his gazes around the house.
"It's nothing. I just…I just feel as if I've been here before." A twang rang through my stomach as he said that. Scourge had only been in my old apartment where I lived with my aunt so how could this house be familiar to him? Then again, Scourge did have to have lived somewhere close to her before he moved in next to her. Could this have been where he had lived before? I shook off my strange feeling as I grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen. I had him sit down in one of the chairs at the small kitchen table before going to take out all the takeout menus we had and laid them out in front of him.
"So what sounds good to you?" He shrugged, leaning his head back so he could look at him since I was standing behind him.
"Whatever you want is fine. I'll pay for it."
"You don't have to-"
"I want to." He smiled up at me as I begun to raise an eyebrow at him. "So what sounds good to you?"
"Um, we can go traditional with pizza and wings."
"Can some be pepperoni?"
"Of course! I love pepperoni! Especially with extra cheese."
"Where have you been all of my life?" I blushed and let out a laugh. His words stung unintentionally. I was around for a while and we were very compatible. It just sucks that he doesn't remember. Sure, its nice that he doesn't remember all of the hardships and fights we've been through but sometimes I just wished that he would remember one good memory we had together. There was a lot whether the old him realized it or not. Sure, he was an ass and everything but he did make me very happy.
After I called the order in, I tugged Scourge into the living room. He laid himself out on the couch while I started to pull out movies I thought he would like to watch off of the movie rack. I felt the unreadable stare on me before I even glanced at him. It was weird the way his face was completely blank although his eyes showed that he was trying to put something together in his mind. Maybe he did remember but it just didn't make much sense to him. The thought of him remembering did make me rejoice but also get a bit scared. We didn't exactly leave off on good terms. The look in his eyes eventually faded, leaving just a blank stare upon me. It wasn't a mean or threatening stare but I couldn't exactly tell if it was one of adoration either. He was just staring. Either way, I couldn't stop myself from blushing more and more each time I looked over at him. I was just too whipped.
Finally, when I laid out all of my favorite movies and more, I turned to him. "Pick one," I said. His ice blue eyes slowly moved from me to the movies in front of us. He got up from the couch to sink down on the floor beside me, so close that I could smell the faint smell of his cologne. I looked down to his broad chest that was moving up and down to the rhythm of his slow breathing. My fingers itched to run themselves over his chest just to feel his heartbeat. To feel that he was human. I looked to his muscular arms next to see his veins were popping out alongside his muscles, lightly pumping blood. I could see a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve on his shoulder and another one peeking out from below the waistband of his jeans. Scourge had never openly expressed an open interest in tattoos before but then again he never really did say anything about any of his personal interests. I scooted closer to Scourge and slowly began to roll up his sleeve.
Under it lay a full shoulder tattoo of a dark red rose that had a thorn like crown design bordering it. It was absolutely beautiful. I reached out to trace it lightly with my fingers. I heard his breath hitch as my skin met his. He looked over at me. I glanced up at him as I continued to trace. "Nice tattoo," I told him simply.
"Thanks," he replied.
"Did it hurt?" He shrugged.
"I didn't think so."
"How long did it take?"
"I had to go back a couple times. Once to get the rose done, then the bordering, then twice for coloring."
"Why'd you get this tattoo?"
"It reminded me of someone."
"Who? If you don't mind my asking." He sighed softly as he looked away. "It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it. I understand."
"It's not that I don't wanna talk about it. I just don't really know how to explain it. I just used to have dreams, very vivid dreams, and I kind of didn't want them to stop. But one day, they did so I got a tattoo to remind me of her."
"Her? The girl in your dreams?"
"Yes. She was everything to me as psycho as that sounds since she wasn't real but I didn't want to let her go."
"I'm sorry." He shook his head.
"It's nothing for you to be sorry about." He looked up at me and smiled. "Besides, I did get the girl of my dreams in reality anyway." He stroked my cheek. "And that's all I'll ever need." I blushed deeply.
"Your dream girl…did I remind you of her?"
"Yes. You guys are almost symmetrical in everything. It's as if I knew I was going to meet you but I just didn't know when." I smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
"Well your tattoo is very beautiful."
"You're beautiful." I looked into his ice blue eyes to see that he was being dead serious. His eyes held caution but also anxiety as he started to lean down towards me. My heart began to beat faster as he closer and closer. He was finally about to make his move. He was actually going to kiss me. I couldn't wait for that feeling. The feeling of fullness – of having him as mine. Just when our lips brushed, the doorbell rang. I swore mentally as Scourge pulled away with a deep sigh. "I'll get it since I'm paying for it," he said simply before getting up and walking towards to the door. I let out a frustrated sigh before looking to the movie Scourge was looking at before I started talking to him about his tattoo. To my surprise it was Twilight. Scourge used to hate this movie. I made him watch it once when he slept over and ever since, he hated it with a burning passion. Whenever I saw it or brought up something about it, he would insult it. He even tried to burn my picture of Taylor Lautner one time. A small smile came upon my lips at the memory. He was so pissed when he saw it hanging up in my room. It was too funny.
Scourge walked back into the room, holding up the pizza before walking into the kitchen. He had turned before I could even smile at him. I guess he was kind of embarrassed that he tried to make a move and got interrupted. I didn't blame him. I would be too.
After we settled back down on the couch with pizza, chips, and soda, we popped the movie in and began to watch it. About halfway through, though, I felt Scourge's arm creep around my body. He lightly pulled me closer so that I was leaning against him. I laid my head on his chest, curling up so that most of my body was on him. I heard his heart start racing from underneath his chest. The sound of it made me smile as did it ease away the fear that he wasn't mortal – that his memory wasn't fully erased. That he was just pretending. But no, he was as human as he would have been if Lucifer had never found him.
I looked up at him to see him staring down at me, his ice blue eyes holding a soft gaze. I shot him a shy smile in which he smirked in return. Just when I was about to lean up to kiss him, I felt his arms tighten around me in alarm. I was about to ask what was wrong until I heard the door continue to creak open. I looked to the door to see my parents walking in with AJ in tow. They were laughing before they looked to us. Immediately, their faces fell in concern – well at least my mother's did. My father on the other hand fell into a death glare. I was glad he didn't just flat out lunge at Scourge and try to choke him. I hadn't actually told them about Scourge. Sure, I had told them that I was dating someone but I never mentioned who it was. I'm not sure if I was scared of their reaction to us dating or if I just doubted they would like him. Even though he was a completely different person now, his looks were still the same. I doubt my father would forgive that face due to the torture it put our family through – me especially.
"I thought you guys weren't going to be home until Sunday," I said, shooting up from the couch – and Scourge's arms.
"We were but we forgot some files that we needed," my mom said, looking back and forth slowly between me and Scourge who I heard get up behind me.
"I see that you expected to be busy while we were away," my dad said, keeping a glare on my boyfriend. I blushed in embarrassment and looked down. Scourge cleared his throat, stepping out from behind me.
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Rose. I imagined meeting you in a different manner. I'm sorry for any disrespect I may have caused to you," Scourge said. Both my parent's faces fell into shock for a second before they raised an eyebrow at him. I looked up to Scourge himself to see that he was blushing as well yet he continued to talk in his respective tone. "I'm Miguel Delgado." Dammit, I keep forgetting that's his new name. "I'm a medical student up at the college." He took a couple steps towards my father with his hand held out and a shy smile on his face. I watched as my dad's suspicious look deepened as he cautiously shook Scourge's hand. I was still kind of waiting for him to lash out and hit the boy. Although that would be a bad thing, it was still a very fatherly impulsive thing to do. My dad must really be restraining.
"Hello Miguel. I'm Dimitri. This is my wife, Marissa and our son Aaron. AJ for short."
"Hi," AJ yelled when he heard his name. Scourge smiled to my brother.
"Hi there." AJ yanked his hand from my mother's and ran up to Scourge. My boyfriend got down on his knees to shake my brother's little hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"What your name again?"
"Miguel."
"Me hell," AJ replied, a smirk on his face as he tilted his head. My parents looked like they wanted to snap on him but they seemed to be too busy trying to give me looks that they wished to speak with me outside the room.
"Um, I'll be right back," I told Scourge before walking into the kitchen with my parents trailing behind me. "Before you guys can yell at me, I can explain," I told them as I turned to face them. My dad crossed his arms.
"Please do. Rosalinda, what is that monster doing in our house?"
"Daddy, he's not a monster anymore."
"Then what is he? Cause he sure isn't a saint."
"Daddy, just listen to me."
"Do you even care that he tried to kill you? That he tugged you around like his own personal puppet? What state of mind are you in to forgive him and let him back into your life when he could very well do the same thing? Didn't he die three years ago?"
"Daddy, he's a mortal now. None of that matters anymore."
"So just cause he's a mortal doesn't mean he's not as demented and twisted as he was before? Good judgment, daughter, very good."
"He's different, Daddy. Apparently, the spell only took away their darkness but their souls were still alive as were their bodies. So, they all became the people they would have been if Lucifer hadn't made them into his servants. Scourge has no memory of anything. Not Lucifer, not the war, not me, nothing from his time as a Dark Angel. I know what he did but trust me, he is a totally different person now."
"And how are we all supposed to believe that?"
"Why don't you just talk to him and see for yourself?" My dad took a deep sigh as he stared at me. "Please, daddy. That's all I ask." My dad shook his head at me before walking out into the other room. My mom and I exchanged a worried look before walking out after him. Scourge was now laying on the floor with AJ jumping around on him yelling that he was attacking him. Scourge was pretending to beg for mercy although I could tell that he was trying to contain his laughs.
"Miguel," my dad said, immediately catching both of the boys' attention. Before Scourge could attempt to sit up, AJ jumped on his chest and told him not to move or else. Scourge held up his hands to my little brother before looking to my father.
"Yes sir."
"What…What kind of medicine are you studying?" My dad crossed his arms as he said this, obviously intrigued to see if the answer given back was going to be bullshit or not.
"I wanna be a brain surgeon," Scourge replied back. "My adopted father was a brain surgeon too so I thought it would be cool to follow in his footsteps."
"Adopted father," my dad asked.
"Yes. My family passed away when I was about 9 or 10. So a friend of my uncle who lived in the states adopted me. He died not too long after I graduated from college."
"Oh. I'm very sorry to hear that."
"It's okay."
"So, do you play any sports?"
"Yup. I'm pretty good at soccer and basketball but I also enjoy running track."
"Oh, so you're an all-around athlete?"
"Something like that." As they started to chat about sports and fitness, my mom put her hand on my shoulder. She sent me a soft smile when I looked to her.
"They're going to get along just fine," she said, giving my shoulder a squeeze before running up to the stairs. I assumed she was going to grab whatever they came back for. It didn't take her long. She was barely up there for a couple minutes before she came back down. By then, she practically had to drag my father and AJ away from Scourge. They were in love with him and hadn't even known him that long. He had such a great personality that it was impossible for them to not like him. Even as I watched him joke around with my brother that he would be ready for an attack later, I couldn't help but really get used to the new him. When my family finally left, I helped pull Scourge to his feet.
"Your family is very nice. You are very lucky," he told me.
"Yea. I'm sorry to hear about your family. How…how did they die if you don't mind my asking?" Scourge held my gaze for a moment before he looked down as his jaw tightened. The look reminded me of the old him and made my stomach churn for a second.
"They were murdered. Probably one of my father's gang rivals looking for revenge. I was hiding in a cabinet where I usually hid from my father when he would try to beat on me when it happened. I didn't see it happen but I saw their bodies. That was enough for me. Sure, I hated them but no one deserves to die the way they did." I stared at Scourge for a long while as he stayed quiet to let his story sink into me. The story didn't bother me though. He had told me it before. Hell, I had even witnessed part of it when I was in his dream. But I had just realized something. Lucifer had taken Scourge from this century, raised him during this time period but changed him at a certain age for whatever future I had chosen for him. That was why he had said that he would build up the Dark Angels again. Because they were alive and of an age of obedience, he could change them again easily. Very easily. The thought made me feel scared. Scourge noticed my sad face and put his fingers under my chin so that I would look up at him. "I'm sorry for ruining the mood. I can go if you want me to."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "Stay. Please. Let's just go upstairs."
"Okay," he replied as I grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the stairway. We walked up the stairs and into my room in silence. Scourge immediately took interest in my drawings. He walked over to my wall that had all my favorite drawings taped to it and stared at it curiously. I looked towards my nightstand and noticed the picture of us out in the open. Quickly, I walked towards the picture and put it face down. Scourge glanced at me, confused by my movement but not really bothered by it. He looked to the pictures of me with Cody and Victoria. "Is this your sister," he asked.
"Something like that." He glanced at me again before moving on to inspect my Dark Angel drawings. His eyes crinkled together in a thoughtful look. "What's wrong," I asked immediately, praying that the drawings didn't spark any memories.
"Nothing. I just got a weird feeling is all. You're a good artist though. I love your drawings. Maybe you can draw me one someday if you don't mind."
"I would love to." Scourge chuckled at me as I sat down on the bed. He walked over to stand in front of me. I grabbed his hands and brought his knuckles up to my lips to kiss them lightly. Scourge chuckled again before leaning down to kiss my forehead. He then kneeled down in front of me so that we would be at eye level with each other. "You can sit down if you want," I told him. He smirked at me.
"I'd actually rather beat you in a fight." My eyes widened in alarm before I felt the sensation of tickling against my stomach. I broke out into a fit of laughter as Scourge continued to tickle me. I fell onto my back when he started blowing on my stomach with his mouth playfully. He seemed pleased at my downfall and got on top of me, his hands still working against my stomach. I tried to push him off by his shoulders but he was still much stronger than me. He noticed me trying to get him off so he grabbed my hands in one of his and pinned them over my head. I started to kick my legs, still giggling from under him. "Had enough," he whispered huskily in my ear. Damn, it was sexy.
"Yea." Slowly, he began to let me go. As soon as I was free, I flipped us over. I grabbed one of my pillows and began to hit him with it. He yelled dramatically, covering his face with his arms. "No one messes with Rosalinda Bethany Rose and gets away with it." Scourge moved his hands so that I could see his raised eyebrow at me. He snatched the pillow out my hand, smacked me with it and then threw it across the room. He then grabbed my hips and flipped us over again but this time his body was pressed up against mine. I blushed deeply as I stared up into his ice blue eyes. "Miguel," I murmured as he laced his hands with mine to hold them down.
"Rosalinda," he whispered back, leaning in close to me. I let out a small giggle as he rubbed his nose against mine.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get over my shyness and get close to you." I smirked.
"I didn't know you were shy."
"Only around you."
"Why?"
"You're just so beautiful." Our eyes stayed connected as he started to get closer to me. Butterflies arose in my stomach as our lips brushed before the finally got crushed against each other in a soft kiss. After that, it was a wrap for me. Every part of my body was caught in a sensation of fiery emotions. He just kissed me so passionately, each kissed packed with a fire that was hard to keep tamed. I couldn't help but feel the last piece of the puzzle left of my heart get put back into place. I was whole again.
I pulled his closer against me, my hands that were once tangled in his hair now nimbly tugging at his shirt. He noticed what I wanted and sat up to take it off for me. I was surprised to see that scars still decorated his tanned skin. But then again, he did say that his dad used to beat on him. Maybe that was where most of his scars came from. Nonetheless, I still wrapped my arms around his muscular torso and brought him back down to me. Our hands both explored each other as both our clothes slowly came off. Yet, he never enforced any action of trying to have sex. He just kissed me, touched me, caressed me, kissed all over me, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I never wanted him to stop. I loved how tight his arms held me, how well our bodies fit against each other. Even when we got tired, we still cuddled and kissed tenderly. I had never felt so romantically satisfied doing things so simple. Hell, I hadn't even felt this happy in years. Only he could do this to me and I was actually pretty okay with that.
A couple hours later found me laying on his chest, staring up at his sleeping dace. I had to admit to myself that I was falling in love with him all over again. Screw falling, I already was in love with him. But what girl wouldn't be if they were in my position? He was just so perfect. I cuddled up more against him, causing a slight groan from him as his arms tightened around me. I was about to let my eyes flutter shut before I noticed slight movement at my window. At first, I suspected it was just birds or something but my stomach tingled in a weird – almost alarming sensation. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. Something was here. Something was watching me. And whether I wanted to or not, I was going to have to face it.
Very long chapter, I know but just as a little introduction/pick up to what's going on. Things will start coming together if you guys want me to continue this story. So I leave you all with this question as I usually do...
To continue or to delete?