Chapter 2: Reunited?
By the time Jake and Christine arrived, the battle seemed almost over. Several demons litter the ground, dead. Most of them wore the tall-tale sheen of blue, but some sat in pools of blood. Blackheart, Christine thought to herself. She looked up. Speak of the devil. Blackheart stood in the center of the alley, fighting off a very large, very inhuman demon with a wicked black sword.
However, her attention was stolen by a demon stepping in her way. "Well, well, well. What 'ave we 'ere? A lost angel peraps?"
"Not even close," Christine said, running her blade though the demon. Her training kicked in as several other demons came at her. They had clearly underestimated her. Two were dead before they could even touch her. "Think twice, gentlemen." Two more demons still charged at her. Two flashes of silver and they joined their comrades in death. The last two ran. Just in time too in Christine's eyes.
She looked up and watched in horror as a blade went through Blackheart's shoulder. Right where his heart should have been. "No!!" Blackheart was lifted off the ground as the blade was ripped out. He gave his captor a sharp glare before it through him across the alley. His head collided with the opposite wall. "Blackheart!!" She dropped her sword and ran to his side.
"Christine?" Blackheart seemed surprised to see her. Christine didn't have time to explain as the demon cackled. She looked up at the creature. She couldn't possibly describe it. It raised a blade that seemed to come out of it's palm. Christine reached for Blackheart's sword. The demon cackled as Christine seemed to slash at thin air. However, it turned out she had sliced the demon in two, it's upper half falling to the ground.
"If you ever come near my beloved again, I will kill you." The surviving demons disappeared. "Wise choice. Blackheart…" She knelt beside him, laying him across her lap and cradling his head in her arms.
"Christine… I-I didn't expect to see you here. But… I'm glad I did…"
"We came as soon as we could," She told him. Jake finally reappeared. After taking a good look at his stricken friend, he became solemn.
"Apparently, not soon enough. Sorry, pal." Christine, I'm afraid not even he could survive that." She looked at Blackheart and read the same message in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Christine. It's impossible…" Oddly enough, she smiled.
"I think it's possible."
"Christine…"
"Do you trust me?" He just looked at her. "Do you trust me?" He nodded. "Good." She placed a hand on his face as she kissed him for the first time in three centuries.
His own hand came to hers as Christine started to glow softly, surprising Jake. The glow grew brighter and brighter as Blackheart's grip started to weaken. As the glow reached its peak, it started to flow from her body into his. His grip strengthened as she pulled away, the last of the glow flowing into Blackheart. He looked up at her confused.
"You'll survive but we still need to take care of your wound."
"But, how…?" Jake, who was still a little stunned, decided to explain.
"She was glowing. You were glowing? How were you glowing?"
"It's a long, complicated story. But now's not the time. We should go, before someone decides to come back for the bodies." Jake nodded and then disappeared. She looked at Blackheart. "Guess you're going with me."
"I guess so." And the pair disappeared in a ball of light.