Loyalty…
I didn't know where to go. I was fuming, how could he do this? Sentence his best friend to an eternity in hell all because of some girl that he barely knew. He and Rixon were best friends, best friends, for over 100 years. Surely that means something. Well you'd of thought it did. What makes the whole situation even worse; I wasn't around to knock some sense into them, either of them!
How could he?
It had started to get very windy and very cloudy, not that this sort of weather is unusual for Cold-water. I didn't come here very often but when I did it was always the same-dreary, wet and miserable. I was doing well above the speed limit and I couldn't afford another speeding ticket, not after my fiasco when leaving Las Vegas last month, so I headed to the only place I would've felt even remotely safe.
Delphic Amusement Park. A place of refuge and hiding for Fallen Angels. No I wasn't a Fallen Angel, but I was hardly an Archangel either. I was the lowest of the low when it came to things on this earth, I was barely above being mortal and I was just on par with Nephilim, now that is saying something. Our mother was an Archangel, one of the most respected, and my father was one of the most powerful beings in Hell. He made Satan look like a good guy, that's how bad he was. I had to grow up in hell as I was outcast from Heaven due to my impure and vile blood. If I applied myself enough I could be as powerful, if not more so, than my father. I won't be, however, as I don't agree with what I am.
Patch watched over me while he was in Heaven and as soon as I was old enough to understand what my father was and what my mother was I ran. I ran away from Hell and everything I was 'destined' to be. I couldn't do that, especially knowing I was part Angel, but after figuring out I wasn't wanted up there either, I closed myself off to all the pain of life-mortal life and immortal. That was until Patch appeared in my life, it took me a long time to trust him, but he was there through everything. Even in my darkest moments (cliché I know).
Then there was Rixon, oh Rixon, it thought as I pulled up at the entrance to Delphic. He and Patch were inseparable, even during Cheshvan they'd find a way for their vessels to meet, somehow. That was the only time Rixon could feel physically, once a year was the only time I really knew what I meant to him. He always told me, but I never believed it except in that one week of the year. His tousled hair, masculine build and thick Irish accent.
I pulled out my phone and dialled Rixon's cell, just to hear his voicemail. It rang 4 times then his personal receiver picked up, "Hi, you've reached Rixon. I'm probably…uh…busy; Patch if it's you then you'll get that." Slight laughter, "So, leave a message." Then that god dam monotone beep. I threw my phone over the entrance gates, then ran and followed up the gates, until I was planted within Delphic Amusement Park.
I saw my phone on a nearby bush as I started to walk through the park. I picked it up waking towards the Archangel, for a split second I thought I saw one of the carts go over the top, but it was just my mind playing ticks on me. I found my way to the mechanical shed, then from there into the underground tunnels where the Fallen Angels would come to hide from the Archangels. I felt safe down here; it reminded me of Rixon so very much. It also reminded me of Patch; I felt my anger spike again. Every time I thought of my brother, I saw red, but when I thought about what he had done to Rixon, that was it. I had to sort this out!
I found Rixon's place under Delphic and let myself in. I don't know how long it had been but it still smelt like him, clean and sexy. A certain aftershave, I never knew which one, but I knew only Rixon could pull off such a scent. I went straight into his bedroom, hoping it was still the same as it had been when I'd last seen him. It was exactly how I remember it; his dresser had pictures on top of it. Rixon and Patch; me and Rixon; me, Patch and Rixon; me and Patch; Pach and Dabria. I heard about that little episode.
Nora, again. I thought, rolling my eyes.
I looked back at the picture of all three of us.
[Flash back]
"Ay, Kat, you didn't say you were bringing this mug with you!" Rixon called over the noise of the bar as I made my way over to him.
He pulled me in for a long, tight hug and I whispered into his ear, so softly, "He invited himself. I'm sorry." I felt him nod into my shoulder.
"Do you guys need a room or something?" Patch laughed, giving Rixon a pat on the back as he let me go. Rixon and I shared a brief look; I broke eye contact first, not wanting to give anything away.
"Leave me alone with her too long, mate." Rixon muttered under his breath as Patch came up next to me to buy drinks. I don't think he heard.
After a few rounds of drinks Patch was getting restless. He hated being in the same place too long unless it was Bo's arcade. "Kat, I think we're going to have to go."
I looked at Rixon for back up of some sort, "I can bring her back to you in one piece, mate."
"Yeah Patch I'll be back in a bit." I smiled up at him, hoping he'd let it go just this once. He just smiled back, nodded and waved as he left once he was fully out of sight Rixon pulled me off of the stool I was sitting on and pulled me out into the back alley. He pushed me up against the wall so his feet and legs were flush with mine.
I pushed my hands up into his hair and pulled his head back "Really in a back alley?" I laughed.
He nuzzled into my neck and lifted me up so my legs were around his waist, "I've got to have you now, baby." I heard him mumble, in his heavy Irish accent, and that was it. I was his, completely.
