Unbound

by SunriseDestined

Just when Patch and Nora thought that their troubles were over, they find out that not everything is always as it seems. When two people; each from Patch and Nora's past come to them for help, will they? Or will they turn their backs on old friends for the sake of their own lives and love? Story is better than the summmary I promise.

1. Chapter 1

Okay, so I know that I'm working on Heart of a Joker, and I've yet to update it, but this idea has been doing a little dance in my head since I've finished the Hush,Hush saga by Becca Fitzpatrick. And can I just say : OMG I LOVED THE ENTIRE THING IT'S SO GOOD! Ahem. Now that that's over, I just want to say that I don't own any of the characters mentioned here, Becca Fitzpatrick does. Well, that's not completely true, the only character that I personally own is Lyra. She's in this chapter, you just have to look for her.

Prologue

Three years. It's been three years since the war between the fallen angels and the nephilim had ended. Three years since Vee had moved to England and started her new life with Gavin. I was snapped out of my reverie as I felt two strong, familiar arms wrap around from behind me. I turned around and welcomed a kiss from Patch.

"What's on your mind Angel?" he murmured in my ear.

"Nothing. It's just," I sighed and turned around so that I was facing him fully. "It's been three years Patch. I just – I feel that it's not over. That something else is coming. Something big."

Patch's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as he backed away a little.

"I'd hardly call that 'nothing'."

I rolled my eyes inwardly. I hated it when he did that, making me feel guilty for lying to him. But it was true. Ever since the war had ended I had this gut feeling that it wasn't actually entirely over. There was something else at work here. And wanted to know what. I looked over at Patch who had grown quiet. I knew then that there was definitely something wrong. I mean, since when was Patch ever the quiet one? I scooted up next to him and rested my chin on his shoulder.

"And what's on your mind?" I asked him.

He turned around and took hold of both my hands. "I think you may be right about something big being at work." He said.

I looked at him then. His face, as usual was expressionless. But his eyes, they gave away everything. He was afraid. And if something scared Patch Cipriano, you better know that you should be scared too.

"Patch, what is it, what's wrong?" I asked as I scooted closer to him.

Instead of answering, he leaned forward and pulled a rolled up magazine out of the pack pocket of his jeans. He handed it over to me, with a grim expression. I took it in my hands, and just as I was about to ask him when he had started reading The Rolling Stone, I got my answer when I saw the cover. Next to a beautiful girl with dark hair, and equally dark eyes, stood a young man who looked to be about 21 or so, with dark, close shaved hair, wearing a fitted black t-shirt that showed off his well-built body. He looked vaguely familiar, but I knew that it couldn't be. I continued to stare at the cover, speechless, until I saw it. Under their picture was a caption, that read The Gypsy and the Serpentine: A Classic Cinderella Story. The Serpentine. No wonder the man looked so familiar. It wasn't a stranger's picture I was looking at. The young man in the picture, was Scott Parnell.