Fighting Temptations;
Hey guys' I'm having another try on writing. I was hesitant in making this story, but I figured that I had to start at some point somehow. Please have mercy on me. I'm a newbie here, so if I make any mistakes with grammar and such, I'm really sorry.
I hope you like it though. So, enjoy.
HushHush isn't mine; all of the characters that are part of HushHush are the property of Becca Fitzpatrick.
It was a normal Saturday morning; the sun was up and I was once again alone in my kitchen drinking hot chocolate, wearing my bathrobe and cotton slippers.
I was sitting on the kitchen stool, cup in front of me and book in hand. I was reading twilight, and somehow, the love that the protagonist had was fascinating to me. The love that Edward and Bella shared was something that got me musing; it had a similarity as to how ironic my story was, with Patch. From Biology partners, something weird happens that got me suspicious and then a secret I had to keep and not tell anyone about, and then there was the thing that I was always in trouble. Well Patch says so, but I don't really believe it, after all, before I met him, my life was fine. But then again, if it wasn't for him, I would be dead by now.
I really didn't want to be like the protagonist in the book; but somehow, I think my life was inevitably more real than hers, and well, I was always in trouble.
During my little mind debate on how my life was similar to the vampire girl, I paused from reading and took a drink from my hot chocolate. Just then there was a knock at the door, I went to open it, and there stood my beautiful angel, his hair black as always, eyes so vivid that I saw midnight skies. He was wearing his black jeans and a navy blue t-shirt that cling at his well built body. I caught him grinning at me, finding humor at the way I was ogling him. With just his smile, I felt electric shocks tingle down my spine. He was the only one that made my heart stop and beat a thousand times faster, and it made my heart burst out with joy that he was mine. After filling my eyes with the sight of my handsome angel, I smiled up at him, and in my thoughts came the voice that made me shiver with delight.
'good morning, angel'
'morning to you too' I thought back
"come on in" I said as I made my way back to the kitchen and leaned next to the counter sipping my hot chocolate, as Patch took a seat at the stool. He saw the book I was reading on top of the counter and picked it up.
"this isn't good for you, you know angel" he said frowning
"and why's that?" I asked curiously
"you might start going vampire hunting and leave me behind" he said amusingly, giving a low grin
I gave a small giggle , came around the counter by his side and hugged him, even though he didn't feel my touches, I always treated him like any other human with the sense of touch. I loved him, and not holding him was just not comfortable for me.
"I miss you" I said, whispering while my head was leaning at his Chest.
He held me in his arms and run his hands up and down my back. I didn't know how he knew it, but he just knew the right places to touch me, for someone who couldn't feel anything, he made me feel amazing pleasure.
I gave out a small moan of protest when he let me go. He just smiled at me cockily.
Evil bastard knew I got it bad for him. I just frowned at him.
"what's the agenda for today, milady?" he hopped down the stool and made a curtsy in front of me and smiled.
I just gave out a laugh and smiled back at him, I held his hands, wanting him to stand straight. I gave a small kiss on his cheek.
"want to come with me to the music hall?" I was going to practice a new piece I wrote with my Cello.
" Of course angel" he stared at me in the eyes, his eyes boring into mine. He placed both of his hands at my waist and tagged me closer, our lips met and he gave me a full passionate kiss, our tongues dancing with each other, as I gave out a low whimper when he let me go.
He smiled at me "go get dress angel" he said while tagging at the stings of my robe, my cheeks grew warm and Patch just laughed and rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs.
" I like it when you blush" which just made my blush grew warmer.
When I got dressed in a red shirt, white miniskirt and black ballet flats, I came down the stairs carrying my Cello. Patch met me at the foot of the stair and asked to carry my cello for me. I gave him my cello and followed him out the door, he got the cello at the back seat of his Jeep and I took my seat up front beside him.
When we made it to the music hall, I got my keys out and opened the door. Mr. Carstair was the owner of the music shop, and it sold all kinds of instruments that Coldwater was capable of. I wanted to get a part-time job here when my dad was still around, but both he and my mom said I didn't have to work. Even though I told them that I just wanted to be close to something I love, they still rejected my choice and I ended up not volunteering anymore. However, that was before I met Patch, now the love of my life wasn't just music, I did love my cello, but it was just different. Patch was a whole new package deal that somehow, love doesn't even equate the lot I feel about him.
I went in the shop opening the lights and started to clean the place, while Patch took his seat by the piano and started playing. When he started the tune, I suddenly stopped wiping the glass windows and stared into space. Somehow, I was in a standstill as memories came rushing through me, and I suddenly remember how I met my dark angel. I suddenly smiled, and made my way to the piano, I sat beside him, letting the rug fall to the floor as I gave him a small peck, and closed my eyes, as I leaned on his shoulder drowning in his melody.
When the song ended I opened my eyes and looked up at my angels face.
"you never told me you played" I said quietly
"every angel can play, it's an occupational hazard" he said smiling at me
"an occupational hazard?"
"cause when we play, its either something good happens or, simply something dangerous. Angels have the power to change a little fate, when we play though, we can link our powers into the melody." He was staring at the ceiling thoughtfully
"and when that happens, we can no longer determine what happens, it just simply fate playing its game." I looked at him awkwardly, and as if he senses my incoherence he looked down at me and gave me a small peck on the lips.
"you see Angel, every angel has an occupation, and every each one has different powers, but we somehow have some in common, like telepathy, unbelievable strength, and music. If you count immortality as a power then well so it is. But you see, with all those things, we can control, except for the sounds we make, when we compose it has effects, if you see those picture of angels that holds instruments, they are commonly true. We use our songs to sing our praises to our Lord and God. In turn though, when we play them, we use the sound vibrations to help our powers travel. For example, I want to contact with you, but I'm here and you're across the ocean, I can use the sound waves to support my telepathy." He explained slowly
"I've lived over a hundred years as an angel and a fallen. I know the effect of music, as much as it has to people, when you play your music it brings out excessive emotions that others will feel when they understand them. To us, when we play them, we do it just like you do. But when we want to, we can destroy something just by playing it if we want too, or simply make a garden grow and bloom just by the act of songs. A song is powerful; it expresses the colors of your inner soul. When angels do it though, when we praise early at dawn, we have to concentrate on good, because if we don't. Well, let's just say that the Japan tsunami wasn't really nature. We can control almost anything, except the effects of our songs."
"Are you serious?" I just stared at him my mouth hanging open
He gave out a low chuckle and places his finger at my chin pushing my mouth close.
"Careful angel, you might catch flies"
I just stared at him in shock; I didn't know much about his powers.
" that power has been long disband angel, we can never use it anymore. Only heaven can control what we do. At some point in our history, the instruments just somehow disappeared during the meetings of the angels. We don't know who did it or why, but their gone, so we now relay on our own powers." He was musing at himself
"So..what's your power?" I asked him thoughtfully
"You really don't know?" He just smiled at me amused by my question.
"What?" I asked curiously
"I have many powers Nora, one of which I've used with you many times already. My powers as a fallen never left me. I can seduce who ever I want, I can manipulate thoughts." He was smiling cheekily at me.
"You can't be serious!" I almost yelled at him
"relax….that's not just it and I promise I stopped using it when we started dating"
"Okay, what else can you do?"
" I can control elements, anything…earth, water, fire, metal, wind. Any natural element around me, I can control." He looked at me thoughtfully
" lightning?" I asked him
"yes.." he eyes boring into mine
"so then, let me get this straight. Every angel has powers?"
"yeah, that's about right."
"and you had the power to expand your powers through music?"
"yes.."
"but that can never happen again cause all the angelic instruments just disappeared?"
"not really, I had a hunch someone stole them.."
"huh? But you said they disappeared.."
" Well, its just a theory. You see angels are the ones that guards everything, so we see everything through mirrors and telepathy. The mirrors were used, like this spy cameras we have now. It had elemental magic that could show you what you wish. Only, during that meeting, a certain guardian said that all instruments and mirrors were to be left out at the locker."
He looked at me and gave a smirk and caresses my cheek.
"yes angel, we have lockers up in heaven."
I giggled at his words; so even angels had trouble keeping their things safe and organize.
"so what happen?"
" Michael was leading the meeting; he was rearranging the guardian angels, I was an archangel back then. During the meeting, Sariel went out, and when he came back. He was panicking and everything. He said they were gone, all of them. We didn't really understand him, but believed him. No one scares Sariel just like that,' he was one of the strongest angels. The fourth actually, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael and Suriel or what we call him Sariel."
"So, they didn't disappear but they were stolen?"
"that's only my theory, angel."
" so, others just thought that the time to use instruments just ended?"
"something like that."
"you never tried to find it?"
" angels are busy everyday..we do not have the time to find material object, even if they are beloved to us."
"isn't that a bit too selfless?"
He just chuckled "angel, we're not that selfless..we're more selfish than you mortals credit us for.."
I just stared at him, feeling somewhat awed by his honestly. So angels weren't as kind as people believe them to be.
"you wanna get out of here?" I asked Patch grinning cheekily
"aren't you going to play?" looking at me confused
"well yeah' but after all that story of musical angels, I don't think I'm touching that thing for awhile…Besides, I want ice cream.." I smiled at him, as I saw him smirk at me, his eyes shining with humor and love.
I gave out a fake pout "please…" saying it in a very childish manner
Patch just laugh at me and kissed me. Feeling the warmth of his breath, his lips molding into mine, as his tongue caress my lower lip, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth a little, taking in his flavor as he took the opportunity to dance with my tongue. Just as soon as it started it had to end, as we broke our kiss panting heavily, grasping for oxygen.
"come on Angel, lets go get your ice cream.." he smiled down at me as our foreheads touched.
I just smiled at him and gave out a little giggle "can I drive?"
He suddenly sat straight at the piano bench as I stared at him with puppy dog eyes, and he just looked at me in serious calm, his eyes dark as night not a glint of emotion in sight.
"that's not ganna work on me Nora.." He hiss through his clench teeth
"I was just kidding..I know I can't touch your jeep, sheesh…" I humph at him and stood up
"what is it with men and their ego's about their cars" I muttered to myself
"I heard that.." was all he said to me as I took my leave to wait for him at the car
I watched as he closed the store and lock it. When he got in the driver side he handed me the keys to the store and started to drive, to our endless journey on ice cream land. I know my thoughts were sounding like a child, as I whispered to Patch "sorry.." and gave out a sigh
We didn't talk the whole ride to the ice cream parlor, apparently I hit a bad nerve in him. When we took our seats and made our orders, I stared at Patch, he was looking aimlessly out the window. I decided to just stare at the table, trying to find the twirls designed more fascinating than Patch.
"You 're going to ignore me the whole day aren't you?.." I said, as longing and hurt were evident in my voice. He just keep quiet, and when I looked up at him, I found him staring lovingly at me, that his eyes were as soft as the night skies.
He smiled at me and held my hands from across the table, playing with my fingers.
He suddenly gave out a chuckle "your feeling really guilty aren't you?"
I just glared at him, which made him laugh even more.
"I can feel what you feel Angel, no need to hide it.."
I soften my gaze and smiled at him sweetly as I open my thoughts and whispered
" I love you, Jev.."
his eyes brighten as I smiled at him..and uttered the words I had no reason to even say.
"Thank you.." after saying it, I suddenly realized that I really did mean it, that I had a thousand thank you, that now wasn't enough, and for that sudden reason, I suddenly felt weird.
My heart making a flutter that I could not understand and my cheeks heating up, and I felt overwhelmed. Staring at my dark paradise, I suddenly felt his hand left mine in an instant, and my heart suddenly fluttered in pain. Somehow, I was hurt to lose his touch? What? This was crazy, I never felt something like this, not even with Jev. Well, I guess I do now. But what is it that I'm feeling?
Okay' I really didn't think through much about the story. But I do have a PLOT in mind, and if you like it…please review..Thank you'
To further acknowledge my fellow readers. I am saying sorry in advance, if I submit the rest of this story late. Being a student major in English isn't really easy, we have a lot of homework and requirements. So..once again, if you like this, review pls…tell me what you think..