Flashing lights alerted passers by of the night clubs existence. It was in a part of town which most would consider dirty and freightful. A woman, only young with sleek blond hair fell down her back as it glistened in the moonlight. Innocence was written all over her face as she giggled at the security guard when she was let in.
Her entrance was no more dramatic than usual; the music came to a smooth hault and the crowd parted a hollow entrance between her and the stage.
Adjusting her satin dress to smooth out the crinkles, she glared forwards towards the stage. Moving with an incredible pace she reached the stage with not a hair out of place as the crowed stared with confusion.
"You are not allowed here Debria," the man's voice was strong and harsh as he signeled for the band to follow him off the stage.
They entered a small room placed neatly at the top of the stairs. Debria swung around a pastel oak desk to sit at the base of the room.
Music could be heard echoing through the corridor as they closed the door. The band shuffled slowly behind their lead, glaring aimlessly at the woman as to not let her out of the sight.
"What..." His voice was strong but was silenced with one stoke of her hand. She beckoned him towards the seat placed across for her as the other's stood behind.
"Are these necessary," she spat pointing at the rest of the band, who flinched at her tone.
"Yes, if this is going to happen then I need witnesses, we are bonded, eternally, a small price to pay for the insidious crimes we paid out."
"Very well," Her eyes sour and disloyal looked away from the three men standing cowering infront of the door. "I have a proposition.
"Talk of a new era is upon us, whether it be true or not I will leave for you to decide. To harm a guarded human is nearly impossible, to kill is impossible. It is said that if one fallen angel can compromise a Guarded then their wings will be regained, with no consequences bar solely the worship of evil."
He stared at her criptically, mimicking her discust, "What does that have to do with us?"
"An alliance. I can create an army, to which you have two choices, join us and help us gain our rightful freedom or rally against us, it may not seem like now, but any appocolyptic event would leave you stranded."
She said her words before rising from the desk and exiting by pusing the men out of the way. They may not have agreed but they would, as a war was coming, if she gained her wings then a war between angels would begin, and no one wanted to be left on earth when a battle would destroy it.
I stared casually around my room. It had been two weeks since I had been attacked. Although bones take time to heal; my body and bruises were well into the mending the phase, making movement more possible.
Reaching under my bed I searched for my phone. Nerves increases as I began to draw it towards me, closing my eyes, too scared and anctious to know. I opened my eyes for only mere seconds to reveal no messages. With a sigh I laid back down on the bed.
Two weeks it had been since I had seen Patch. Two weeks since I had even heard from him. Sadness swallowed me as she realised how much I had missed him. I was longing for his touch silently for too long, then accepting him back to only find he had abandoned me.
I dialled his number, at sat staring at it, confused as to whether I should.
Maybe he didn't want me. He was probably a million miles away on the beach with some pretty cheer leader. I forced myself to stop as I held my breath and clicked dile.
Nerves ran through me, I hadn't even planned what to say to him. As the phone continued to ring I felt myself backing out, I quickly hang up, slamming the phone shut and threw it across the bed.
Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the limp phone. I became weak week from crying and just lay on my bed, knowing that in a few hours Vee would be here, and she didn't need to see me in this state.
It was nearly dark when I heard a car pull into the driveway, too early to be my mother, I got up and walked into the bathroom to tidy my hair.
I casually sat back down on my bed and waited for my best friend to continue up the hall to my room.
"Nora," a panicked voice came from behind the door. It was Patch.
"Nora, can I come in?" I felt my heart hiccup as a slowly got up and walked towards to door. Forgetting his strength, Patch pulled me in a bone crunching hug. I gasped and allowed my body to become limp to minimise the pain. Immediately, noticing my reaction he carefully lifted me up and carried me back towards the bed, a scene you would usually picture as romantic, but in my condition it was hardly that.
"Oh Nora, I thought... I thought something had happened to you," His voice was shaking, struggling as he searched for words.
"It did," I whispered, my voice weak and hiding my attempts of humour.
He paced around the room, which he did when he was stressed. Nothing usually stressed him, not since he got his wings back, keeping me alive was just his daily role in my life, before... I can't even remember why he left.
I reached out for his hand which I clasped out he edged across the room again. I pulled him towards me, staring directly into his hurt eyes. A used his strength to pull me up, so that I was closer to him. Leaning forward I took a deep breath, taking in his scent. He smelt warm, like a forest filled with life. I exhaled on his face before leaning close enough for my lips to meet his. I felt his lips part under my breath as I retreated enough to gaze into his eyes again.
"I love you too," I whispered, pushing him slightly away. As I regained my balance I traced the scars on his hands. The scars where thick and deep, covering his hands and arms. Battle scars, the true distinction of what he was.
"What if I can't save you," his eyes pleaded as his voice tore through my reverie. This time I allowed my lips to touch his. He already had.