Okay! I know it's been awhile, but here's another installment of Unbound! I know that I have another story that I'm working on, but I like this one too, and this seems to be the one that has more to add on to at this time. Oh! And Lyra doesn't really mean "righteous vengeance", I just made that up (cheesy smile). Italics are flashbacks, bold italics are mindspeaking.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of the Hush, Hush saga, they all belong to Becca Fitzpatrick. Except for Lyra, she's mine.
Chapter 3: The Photoshoot
Patch's POV
I looked at her just then. I knew what she was talking about. Before I fell, she had tried to protect me. She knew that what I was doing was wrong, and that there would surely be a punishment in store for her, should she try to protect me. Neither of us knew how severe that punishment would be.
"Come on, Jev, we both know that this will only end badly. You couldn't be with her even if you tried, you know it's forbidden." Lyra had warned.
"Lyra, I just need to know who she is. You can't possibly understand what I'm feeling." I bit back.
"Hey. I do know how you feel. Really I do. But - "
I cut her off with a short laugh.
"How can you possibly know how I feel? Just because you can feel - " I grabbed her arm and gave it a harsh squeeze, knowing that she could feel the hard pressure of my hand gripping mercilessly to her.
Lyra was special from the beginning. Ever since she was created, everyone knew that. She was born with the ability to feel physical sensations. A punch, a poke, an embrace, she could feel all of it. None of the other angels had this ability. She was destined for greatness. Up until the day she protected me.
I had wanted to see that girl in the meadow so badly. I knew that I could possess a human vassal, that part was easy. What I didn't know, was that that was the work of fallen angels. I realized this all too late, and Lyra had covered for me. When I was brought before the Archangels, and the Avenging Angels, she was the one who had been ordered to execute me. But she didn't. And when she didn't, everything went downhill. She turned just as she was about to bring the sword down on me – righteous vengeance you see – and held the sword out towards the angels themselves. They forgot about me for a bit, and a few days later, the Archangels were called to some gathering in one of the Inner courts. The hearing was for Lyra. She had disobeyed direct orders from the higher ranks. And there was a price that was to be paid.
Usually, it was only a demotion among rank. But this was far worse. She wielded a weapon against Archangels, and protected a fugitive of the heavenly realm – you see they are very strict about things like this – and the punishment was far worse. I was always jealous about Lyra's ability to feel. This wasn't the case this time. They gave her three chances because she was after all, an Avenging Angel. But she never turned me in. Not once. Not even when they told her what the punishment was for not doing so. I thought that they were just going to cast her out – make her a fallen angel – but this wasn't what they planned on doing. They brought her before the Head Archangel. And they cut off her wings with the same sword she was supposed to kill me with. This was eons ago, and I still haven't been able to forget her screams. But they didn't let up. Not even when the blood rushed from her wounds. They cut away at her until not a feather was left. Her scars ran deeper and longer than mine. Then they cast her out, making her a fallen angel. I fell a few days later, but we all know what happened after that. I had Rixon, and afterwards I met Nora. But how long did she wander the earth alone, knowing that she was being punished for a crime she didn't commit?
"JEV WATCH THE ROAD!" I managed to break just before I was about to run into an old lady walking across the cross walk.
"I would like to make it to the set without – well, we can't die – getting charged with vehicular homicide!" Lyra said to me.
I can't lie, I was kinda surprised at her usage of the term 'vehicular homicide'.
"Let me guess. You're a criminology major now?" I teased.
She gave me her famous glare.
"I let you read my mind. I'm a former avenging angel, and it's criminal justice and psychology. Thought I might as well catch up on both while I'm here."
I was about to say something else, when she pointed to an open field, and I saw where a few guys and a camera crew were standing, waiting for her and Scott.
Nora's POV
After we parked near the designated area, Patch, myself, Scott, and Lyra had to make our way past security guards, and fans who had gathered near the field just to see Serpentine's photo shoot for their first ever music video. Lyra and Scott had to walk before Patch and me so that security would know that they were with them.
When they finally got past everyone, Lyra and I headed off to Lyra's dressing room, while the men stayed out front. I watched as they completely made her over. Personally, I thought that she was pretty as she was. But I myself only wear light make up, and try not to overdo it. When she turned around, she had thick eye liner, dark purple lipstick, and her dark hair was deeply parted to the side. Even when she looked the part of a metal head, she still looked drop dead gorgeous. Stupid fallen angels, looking so good all the time.
"Hey! It's not our fault!" said Lyra with a mock look of hurt.
I looked at her, surprised that she heard, when I remembered.
"It's a fallen angel thing." We said together, as we started laughing.
A few minutes later, we heard a knock on the door and then Scott showed up with a hand over his eyes.
"Everyone decent in here?" he asked peeking through spread fingers.
Lyra turned around in her chair and leaned her elbow on the arm rest and propped her chin in her hand, and looked at her husband thoughtfully.
"You know Scott, that never really stopped you before now, did it?"
"Lyra, c'mon." Patch said, rubbing the back of his head.
I had to look at him just then. Since when was Patch, I mean Patch, ever made uncomfortable by the slightest notion of innuendos?
"Come now Patch. Are you embarrassed?" Lyra teased as she walked up to Scott and wrapped her hands around his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Yea, honestly you of all people should be used to hearing stuff like this." Scott teased while placing a small kiss on the top of her head.
I looked over at Patch, who was giving Scott a look that could kill. My gaze switched over to Scott who now had his arm wrapped rather possessively around his wife, and was meeting Patch's gaze evenly. Thankfully it didn't really last that long, because then the camera girl came in and asked her and him if they were ready.
Lyra nodded at looked up at Scott who walked behind her to the location where they'd be shooting. After a few moments, of the whole band getting together, with Patch and I to the side, the photographer started taking his pictures, telling Lyra and Scott to stand in certain places so that the band would be around them, in a semi circle. It actually looked pretty cool. And even though these photos were meant to represent all the members of the band, if anyone looked at the Parnells, no one on the face of earth could doubt the love they had for each other. It was really sweet, watching the two of them. I looked over at Patch, who still had his arm around me, but that muscle in his jaw kept working, which meant that there was something on his mind. He'd been like this ever since this morning. Now normally I'd let it go, but the way he's been acting around Lyra, I'm just not sure. And if he wasn't going to talk to me now, he'd better know that he was gonna get an earful when we got home.
Scott's POV
If I had known how many pics this guy was gonna take, I wouldn't have agreed to this. Man, these guys are relentless! Before I even get to take another breath, the photographer's making Lyra and I go into different poses: Lyra to my left, Lyra to my right, Lyra in front of me, Lyra behind me. And all the while, that guy had his hands all over my wife. And I swore that if he put his hands on her one more time -
"Take it easy Mr. Parnell. He doesn't mean anything by it."
I looked down at her from our most recent pose the photographer put us in, her back to me, my hands on her waist. She was looking up at me, while I was looking at the camera, and he thought that it was the greatest shot in the world.
"YES! That's absolutely PERFECT! I love it love it LOVE IT!"
"And I would really really REALLY love for him to shut up! I want some coffee."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her. That was my wife, always trying to make light of a situation. I kissed her temple subtly, and made sure that the photographer didn't see. I loved my wife more than words can ever express, but I'm sorry, there's no way I'm going to use a picture of us kissing in our debut album. It was too late though, because the guys behind us had already seen me do that, and were making wolf howls and cat calls at us. Lyra turned around at the photographer's direction, and placed her hands on my chest.
"See what you started now? There'll be no calming them down in time for their nap at this rate."
Lyra said loud enough for them to hear, which made them make fake pouty faces.
"Ok, so Mr. Parnell –" started the photographer.
"Wwwhhhhaaaaatttt?" I asked in a whiny voice.
This earned a smirk from him. "Would you like to take a break sir?"
"Yes! And don't ever call me sir."
A/N: Okay, so I know that it's been awhile, and that this was a shorty and that this was just some lil fluff about Scott and Lyra. I'll most likely update again by either Saturday or Sunday. No promises, but I'll try. So, what made Patch go all protective big brother on our Lyra? Hmmm? We shall find out that and more in the next chapter XD bye!
~ SunriseDestined
