Genevieve was waiting for Silas patiently. But she heard him talking with someone outside before. She shrugged. She'd ask him about it when he got back. She peered out of the window.

She saw two lovers run to a little overhang, outside, trying to get out of the rain. They were laughing, looking out at the rain. The man held her hand and the woman give him a kiss on the cheek. Genevieve smiled, thinking of her own angel.

She had found Silas passed out in a park in London with a grave bullet wound below his ribs. No one else was around, so she pulled out her cell phone and called the hospital. She had wander away from Jean, her possessive and prejudice ex-boyfriend. She had waited nervously near the ER, praying this stranger she found would be okay. Once his operation was over, she stayed by his side, hoping he'd wake up soon. She was so worried when he didn't wake up an hour after the operation. She couldn't forget about him afterwards. Genny had tailed him back to the Opus Dei house, and had accidently walked in on him, whipping himself until he bled. She was extremely distraught about it. Silas tried to explain to her, but she was still slightly unesy.

Genevieve realized she had fallen in love with the albino monk when she got kicked out of her hotel room. Some stupid woman had assigned her a room that was already reserved, and they had no vaccancy left. She walked past the Opus Dei Headquarters, silently bidding Silas good bye, not knowing what she was going to do, but he must have seen her, because he soon rushed out of the headquarters and talked to her.

He told her about getting love sick, and she made him realize he was in love with her. Without a moments hesitation, Silas had pulled her into a passionate kiss. Unfortunately, Jean had seen them, and he and Silas got into a fight. He recieved a bruised jaw, eye, and a swollen lip. They managed to escape from Jean, and ran back to the Opus Dei headquarters. Silas had snuck her in, and refused to go to mass, despite Bishop Aringarosa's suspicions. He would rather not be caught with a woman and get into trouble. The next day, the couple had decided to go to the park where they first met. Unfortunately, Jean found them there too, and, while holding Silas at gun point, he made off with Genevieve to this small little apartment in the bad side of London.

Genevieve didn't know how long she sat on that cot, waiting, but soon Silas rescued her, and she, him, and the bishop ran back to the Opus Dei house as soon as possible. Silas told Genevieve that he had told Aringarosa about their relationship and said that he had given him permission to let him become a supernummerary. But Jean found the couple there, too, and was about to shoot Silas, but Genevieve pushed him out fo the way and took the bullet instead. She had a sucsessful operation, but Silas told her that they couldn't keep this up. Understanding, Genevieve left him with but her necklass, and a promise that she would love him untill the day she'd die and beyond.

I wonder what caused Silas to get that bullet wound in his stomach the day I met him, Genevieve thought. The door behind her opened. In stepped her finace, with a tray in one hand, and closing the door with the other.

"Silas, I have to ask you something," she said.

"What's that?" he asked, setting the tray down.

"Remember how I found you unconious in the park?"

"Remember? How could I forget?" Silas said.

"How exactly did you get that bullet wound?"

Silas felt his heart fell. He realized he never told Genevieve about his failed quest to retrieve the keystone and the grail. But he couldn't lie to her either. He sighed.

"Genevieve, to answer that I must tell you something I never told you," he said, casting his gaze down at the floor.

"What?" Genevieve said confused.

Silas reluctantly told her about the three senechaux, the Grand Master, the Priory of Sion, the keystone, and the grail, and basically the whole story. When he was done, Genevieve was staring at him in shock.

"You expect me to believe all of this?" she managed. Silas nodded, frowning.

"I can understand if you never want to see me again," he said, realizing Genevieve had fallen in love with a murderer.

"Don't be silly," Genevieve said, "those murders weren't exactly your fault, Silas. This Teacher person you told me about used you, and this is all his fault. Bishop Aringarosa told you to obey him fully, and he wasn't aware of the consequences that would follow. You're not at fault here, Silas, and I still love you. I know you're sorry about what you did."

Silas looked at her, suprised. She was probably the most understanding person he had ever met! "Really?"

Genevieve nodded and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I'm not angry with you... I don't know how I could ever be."

Silas smiled and held her hand. "You're very understanding." He gave her a quick kiss on her lips. This whole relationship thing seemed to be going along smoothly, and he hoped it would continue that way.

--

Bella was sitting on the floor of her room thinking. Her first conversation with Silas had gone okay-ish, even though he didn't understand the whole arm thing.

What Bella was used to was asking a guy what he used his arms for and usual he would reply something like: "For holding you close." or "To lift you onto our horse to ride off into the sunset". She had to remember that Silas hardly knew her and he probably wasn't like most guys.

"A change in the wind," Bella thought, aloud. If she got a chance to talk to him again, she try to be even more 'suave' than the first.

"Oh, Bella, you're gonna win him like you won Donny in grade eight," she said, smiling.

--

"Hey, I heard you talking to someone outside before," Genevieve said, resting her head on Silas' shoudler.

"Huh?" Silas said, not remembering, "oh! Yes, it was some new woman named Bella."

"What did she have to say?"

"She asked me what I used my arms for..."

"What?" Genevieve looked at him. Silas shrugged.

"I don't know. She was acting all smooth towards me. I don't know why."

I thought hit Genevieve. "Was she flirting with you?"

Silas blinked. "What?"

"Flirting," Genevieve repeated, "you know... like putting an arm around your shoulder, trying to make small talk, winking at you, et cetra. Stuff like that?"

Silas considered it. "Well... I asked her how she knew my name and she put her finger to my lips, saying she had her sorcesses."

"Urgh, that's flirting! I think she's taken a particular liking to you!" Genevieve said, sounding outraged.

"Calm down, Genny," Silas said, "know now that you're my one and only."

"Promise?" Genevieve said.

"Promise."

She smiled and kissed his lips. I'm very lucky, she thought.

Silas closed his eyes and deepend the kiss. Maybe Bella was flirting with him a bit, but not even the strongest bonds would stop him from loving Genevieve. She was his fiance now, and he loved her more than anything in the world.

He felt his hand slide down her shoulder, down her arm, and rest at her hand. He held it all the time they kissed. Nothing would ever make him leave or forget his Genevieve.

--

Bella sighed, staring at the crusifix.

"Please, I need help," she said to it, "if I'm goning to get a chance to talk to Silas again today, it has to be about something that doesn't sound like small talk." She thought and thought, until finally it came to her.

"Aha!" she smiled. She got up off of the floor, exited the room, and walked to room twenty.

--

"You know what I've always wondered," Genevieve said.

"What's that?" Silas asked.

"How did you get that scar under you eye? It's been there since I met you."

Silas glanced into the mirror. Of course, he saw a circular shaped scar under his right eye, but did he really want to tell Genevieve that story? He had tried to hard to forget about it, but she did have a right to know...

"I got this when I was seven," Silas explained as he felt every little horrible detail come back to him, "my father wouldn't stop hitting my mother one night, and I tried to help her but he struck me too, and he happend to be holding a knife..."

"Oh that's terrible!" Genevieve cried, "I'm sorry I made you tell that story, Silas, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, Genevieve," Silas said, silencing her, "it was just a question..."

--

Bella stopped near the door to room twenty.

Lights, camera, action! she thought.

She started to walk, but purposely fell, creating a dull thud loud enough for someone in the other room to hear. She cried out in 'pain'. Most girls would hate it if their crush had seen them fall, but not Bella. She knew fake falling was a great way to get a guy's attention.

--

Suddenly, outside the room there was a loud thud and a cry of pain. Silas and Genevieve got up and opened the door. There stood an absoulutley beautiful woman, lying on the ground, her face had a pained expression on it, and she was holding he ankle.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I disturb you guys?" she asked the couple.

"Are you okay?" Silas asked.

"I-I think I twisted my ankle," the woman said. There was something in her voice that made Genevieve suspect she wasn't as hurt as she said she was. None the less, she and Silas knelt down to the woman with the twisted ankle. Genevieve glanced at it. Her ankle looked perfectly normal.

"What happened?" Genevieve asked.

"I was walked and I must have tripped over my robe or something, but I fell on my ankle funnny," the woman said. She turned to Silas, and offered out her hand, "can you help me up?" she asked, cocking her head to one side, and looking at him with those deep green eyes. She looked disgustingly pretty like that.

Genevieve glanced at Silas. A normal person wouldn't be able to tell it, but Genevieve knew her Silas well. When he felt slightly uneasy, his eyes turned a slightly paler red and his cheeks had a bit of colour in them. He took the woman's hand and helped her up. She balanced on her 'unhurt' foot, but obviously pretended to lose her balance, and fell towards Silas. He caught her quickly. She looked up and smiled an extremely and horribly cute smile.

"My knight in shining armour," she said, supporting herself onto his shoulders. Silas' discomfort was genuinely noticable now. His cheeks were bright red, and his facial expersion gave away a lot. He turned back to Genevieve and gave her a look that said one thing: "This was the girl that was flirting with me!"

Geneveive, feeling anger rise in her system, now, nodded, and turned back into the room while Silas helped the woman back to her room.

--

While pretending to limp and supporting herself on Silas' broad shoulder, Bella was having a hard time hiding her smile. This was going along perfectly!