Chapter 4

Luce sat on the window ceil and looked across the courtyard with a clear view into Heather's room. Heather was laid out in the middle of her room reading and writing, probably some music playing as well, her window was open and curtains neatly tucked to the sides. Luce went back to watching the boys try to beat each other in Gran Turismo 5. About an hour later, Luce gazed back at Heather's room. Luce's eyes shot wide open as she saw Daniel slip in through Heather's open window and land beside her. Heather jumped to her feet, a knife in hand. Daniel lunged at Heather grabbing her wrists as she struggled. The knife flew across the room and crashed onto the floor after cutting Daniel's arm. Luce desperately wanted to hear what was going on. Heather's eyes were enraged as she continued to struggle to free her wrist from Daniel's vice like grip. Heather stopped struggling, lifted her feet off the floor and kneed Daniel straight under his chin. Heather dropped to the floor as Daniel stumbled backwards rubbing his chin; Heather stood crouched low to the ground ready to strike. "Get out!" Heather barked.

"I just want to talk." Daniel said as his wings retreated into his back.

Heather stayed crouched low to the ground. "There is nothing for you to say."

"Where have you been?"

Heather stood up instinctively, "Are you seriously asking me that?"

Daniel looked filled with pain and misery. "I came looking for you."

"Yea, when?"

"A few years after I lost you."

Heather began to grind her teeth. "You mean after you threw me out!" Heather growled.

Luce couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of Mile's room, down the stairs, across the courtyard, up the stairs and stopped in front of Heather's door. Cam stood leaning against the door with his arms across his chest and head down.

"You can't go in yet." Cam said in a low voice.

"What's going on?" Luce asked, wanting to push past Cam to get to Daniel.

Cam looked up at Luce, his hair needed trimming, and his eyes showed he hadn't slept. Cam jumped up and barged in as Heather screamed no at Daniel.

"What ever is going on, it seems you're unwanted here Grigori." Cam's voice was low and cold as he stepped in front of Heather.

"I thought I told you never to see her again." Daniel's hands turned to fists as Heather wrapped her arms around Cam's torso. Heather spoke softly into Cam's ear as she released him. Cam took a seat on Heather's bed with his arms crossed.

"I was always looking for you, Heather." Daniel's voice was low as he hung his head.

Heather shook her head. "I was at Sword and Cross for two years before I came here to Shoreline."

Daniel looked up at Heather with his eyes wide. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wasn't there because I wanted to be, I killed people."

Daniel took a step towards Heather, but she took two steps back, making it clear she wanted to stay away from Daniel.

"You probably didn't notice her because she dyed her hair black and sported a pixie cut when she arrived." Cam chimed in.

"How did my angel end up with a demon like you?" Daniel retorted.

Heather glared at Daniel. "I am soo not yours, nor am I an angel. As for Cam, I met him in a pit at Mayhem Fest a few years back. We kept running into each other so we started hanging out." Heather shrugged. "Of course he recognized who I was immediately, and only stuck around me to get to you and Luce."

Cam jumped up from the bed. "That's not true!"

Heather turned so she could see both Cam and Daniel. "Cam, don't lie to me."

Cam looked at his feet. "That was the plan in the beginning, but then I really started caring for you, I swear."

Heather smiled. "I don't doubt this."

Luce stood frozen at the open door, she had run to Daniel's aid the first night, but now she was frozen and useless. She needed to be at Daniel's side, but she couldn't move.

"If you're not on our side… Are you?" Daniel's voice shook.

Heather's smile faded. "Cam, I know I never answered your question as to which side I was on… it's cause I was scared of your reaction." Heather took a deep breath as her wings appeared behind her. Even as her wings were partly folded they took up half the length of the room. Heather's wings weren't white like Daniel's, not black like Cam's, but they also weren't grey like the Outcasts', they were massive and barely visible. "I've been living with the Outcasts for a while now."

Cam sat back down on Heather's bed and held his head in his hands; Daniel simply looked at his feet. Heather closed her eyes as her wings retreated into her back out of embarrassment. "Heaven told me I was better off dead because of my parents. The demons said maybe in a few years, but the outcasts came to me when I felt the most alone."

"Why didn't you come to me for help!" Daniel's voice made Cam jump.

Heather looked at Daniel as she tried to analyze what was going through his mind. "Help?" Heather repeated, pondering the word for a minute.

"I could have easily have gotten you past the gates and into safety. You didn't have to go with those Outcasts!" Daniel roared.

Heather shook her head. "I don't want to be with people who made it very clear they didn't want me around."

"Heather, you said you've been living with the Outcasts." Cam asked. Heather nodded and Cam continued. "Then my question is, are you with them?"

Heather smiled slightly at Cam's question. "I'm the outcast among the outcasts. They don't think of me as one of them, they just let me room with them when I need to."

Cam got up and wrapped his arms around Heather gently as he let out a breath of relief. Heather closed her eyes and wrapped her arms gently around Cam as she allowed herself to fold into Cam's embrace. For a moment nothing else mattered, and everything else disappeared. That was, until Daniel ripped Cam from Heather's arms and threw him across the room.