Like I said last time, there was NO hint in the fact that I'm a Patch.

Have fun reading.

Seductive Seaport

I drove all the way to Delphic Seaport with only Crimson on my mind. From my previous argument, I still felt no guilt or shame. Just the same desire to meet Crimson again. I knew where I was going to meet him.

At the arcade where I saw Patch.

I get out of Vee's Neon and head towards the ticket counter. "One adult, please," giving a smile at the end.

"Thank you for visiting, don't forget to try out the newly renovated Arch-". Oh my God, the woman at this desk talked like an annoying sales person. I cut her off.

"Arch Angel. I know. Thanks." I grab the ticket and rush in. Walking around Delphic Seaport again, everything looked the same. The food stations the pool tables and…ugh, the Arch Angel. I never want to try that again. Knowing exactly where to go, I head to the arcade. Once inside, I find a staff chair and sit down. Wonder what Patch is feeling now? I hope he's crying. How could he not trust me? I trust him with my life. Enough so that I gave it to him and he rejected it.

"Nora." I smile, finally. It's the one person I felt like talking to, even though it's because of him that I and Patch are fighting. I turn around to see Crimson. He looked stunning. He'd gelled his hair, making some hair act as a fringe while the hair on top stick up as spikes, like any other boy's gelled hair was like, except his was good.

He was wearing dark blue, baggy jeans that suited him perfectly. He was also wearing a white shirt that fitted him to the skin, showing those perfect muscles and a black, leather, long sleeved jacket. Looking at his shoes, he was wearing red converse. Overall, he fitted in, except he was the most amazing thing in this room.

"Crimson! Wow, look at you!" I gesture with my hands in front. He took it as a gesture for a hug. Crimson came towards me and slid his arms around my waist so he was touching the lower part of my back with his hands and hugged me tight. He was actually pretty close to touching my bum. I hugged him back, feeling safe that he was now here. We stopped hugging and Crimson took my hand.

"No, don't look at me. Look at you!" He gave me a small smile. But concern was in his eyes.

"Aw, thank you!" I was grinning stupidly.

"Well, you do look lovely but I meant the fact that you're upset. What's the matter?" He lowered his head so his eyes were level with me.

"Oh. Me and Patch have been fighting. He wasn't happy about me wearing the Haile." I wave it off. I didn't want to talk about Patch now when I'm with Crimson. Crimson looked down at my right wrist. When he noticed the Haile wasn't there, anger flared in his face.

"Why did he take it off you? Does he have it?" He growled and looked at me.

"He took it off me because he thought I was dying, being the over reactive Angel he is and I'm guessing, yes, he still has it." I roll my eyes and bob my head from side to side. Crimson wasn't taking any notice of me.

"Then I shall get it for you!" Crimson lets go of my hand and starts to rush out. I chase after him and grab his arm. He stops and turns his head towards me.

"Don't leave me alone, please. I want to talk to you and I don't need the Haile if you're around. Stay, please." I looked at him, knowing I was sincere about him staying. Yeah sure, I was angry at Patch.

Doesn't mean I wanted his face kicked in by Crimson over a stupid Haile.

"Alright, I'll stay. If I ever come to see you, in dream or reality and you're not wearing the Haile, Patch will have a lot to answer for and won't be so healthy." He took my right hand and I held his.

"Just forget about him now. It's just us. Can I ask you something?" We started to walk out of the arcade and went outside. I was so glad the rain stopped on the way here. This would've been horrible.

"You can ask me anything you want Nora. As long as it isn't 'Can you leave me alone?' because I definitely can't now." He looked over at me and gave me a cheeky smile. I wanted to ask him something about what Patch had said earlier.

"When I don't wear the Haile…do I get any side effects?" Patch said I'd changed. That hit me hard. I had to ask.

"When you don't wear it, your soul becomes agitated and cranky. You will probably be prone to arguments. Even with the people who you love most. Lucky for me, eh?" The cheeky grin appeared. I laughed at that and lifted my right leg to quickly kick him in the butt. I got him and he started to laugh.

"I don't like being moody. I also don't like arguing. I'll tell Patch that. I'll say that I dreamt a messenger came to me and…" I just started giggling. So did Crimson.

"Technically, that's the truth." He started to swing my hand. I reckon that if I was looking at us, we'd look like a proper tight couple. It was true, I felt comfortable around Crimson. But there was one thing nagging me.

"What about Sirera? You know I've heard about her and your story." I looked at him and trusting him that we were going in the right direction.

"Sirera deludes herself. She believes I'm her Carnet. She has always thought that. I just want to escape from her." He loses his smile and looks up, so I do the role of looking at where we're going.

"So I'm your ticket out?" I look over at him then look around. We were heading past all the toy and gadget stalls.

"You're more than that. You're my salvation. You're saving me." He said that in such a soft way that my feelings swayed. There really was nothing wrong with Crimson. I wonder why he became a Haza in the first place? I wasn't going to ask about that though. That was very personal ground.

"Well, I'm glad I can help. Where are your w-i-n-g-s by the way? I know you obviously wouldn't show them in public but…" I leave the 'but' on a high note, letting him answer.

"I've hidden them. I can't obviously get rid of them…," he smiles. We came into the range of hearing some dancing music. Crimson dramatically twirls me a stops me while leaning over me, like a classic, romantic dance move. He's centimetres from my face. He's close enough he could kiss me. My heart rate increased and I held my breath. "…so I hid them. Disguised them as something else." He kisses my forehead and puts me back up-right and out of breath. I wait a couple of seconds for my heart to calm down.

"What did you hide them as?" I look over at him and look looks at me. He takes my hand and we start walking again. This felt very nice.

"Tattoos. I have the red wings as tattoos on my back." He held his head high. Proud to have tattoos I gathered.

"Did you wear that jacket just to cover up the scars?" I looked at him with sadness and surprise. I really didn't mind scars. I had a mark of my own.

"Yeah, I did. I wouldn't want you to look at them every time you look at me. Also, I would be very uncomfortable with the public looking at them as well."

"Well, I was just going to say I didn't mind them but that's okay. It's understandable." I look away from his face and this time, I start to swing our hands.

"Do you want to know he we go them?" We? All Haza had this?

"Go on."

"When my brother Rodes and I got thrown down, Samuel and Aston followed us along with Alaric and Sirera. Arch Angels came with daggers and carved theses lines all the way down our arms. We bled for 2 months and we were in agony." He winced at recalling the memory. So, all Haza had the same scars? That's horrible and disgusting.

"That's horrible. Are any of the Haza…well…dead?" I asked Crimson this because Patch avoided the question earlier. Crimson would tell me the truth.

"Aston and Samuel died together about 6 centuries ago. Their Carnets were a mother and daughter from France. Samuel was with the mother and Aston with the daughter. When they revealed themselves truthfully, for who they were, the ladies went to the church, where the daughters Guardian Angel, the bell boy, and the mothers Guardian Angel, the church cleaner, heard their prayers. They killed them together in their dreams." Crimsons eyes started to glisten. He must have been close to them.

"I'm very sorry." I turn and hug him tight and he hugs me back. I come out of the embrace and look around to try and find a clock.

"Hey, do you happen to have a watch Crimson?" I eye him up and down.

"As matter of fact, I do," He reached into his pocket and brought out a classic, Victorian looking pocket watch. Gold chain and all. "…it's 2:15Pm, why?" Oh God. I'd spent an hour with him and didn't realise it. I think I've given Patch enough weeping time. I started to laugh though. He completely ruined his look with that watch. He's still adorable though.

"You just look so funny. You have all these expensive clothes and amazing hair and in your pockets, you have… a Victorian pocket watch!" I burst out laughing, covering my mouth with my hand. Crimson started to laugh too. At least he has a sense of humour.

"Hey, pocket watches were the thing back then. I'm guessing you want to go home, eh?" He could read me like a book.

Not to mention he can go into my mind.

"Yeah, I don't like leaving the house alone as it is." I lose all happiness and feel sad. It's going to be so boring. Crimson weaves his fingers with mine.

"Well, Madame, let me escort you back to your premises." While holding onto my hand, he bowed down dramatically and kissed my hand with such care as if I was the most fragile thing in the world.

"I would like that but I don't know if Patch is home or not and he…kinda doesn't know about you." I look at him to see his reaction.

"I can guarantee Patch wont be home and what he doesn't know, wont hurt him. Although I'd like to." He gave me another cheeky smile. I ignored his last remark.

"Okay, but if he is there, I will hunt you down and…" My voice goes low pitched to sound threatening even though I was only being sarcastic. Crimson cuts my off, though.

"…And what? Crucify me? Sorry honey, been there, done that, worn the t-shirt!" He started laughing.

"Wait, you've been crucified before? Hey, stop distracting me!" I start to laugh too. Crimson was an easy going guy. He was someone I could easily hang out with and tell everything. With Patch it was just tension and worry all around. We never had any fun time.

Still holding hands with our fingers weaved together, we walk over to Vee's Neon. I give crimson the keys and he opens the door for me, like a gentlemen and gestures me into the car. He walks around the front, not taking his eyes off me and sits in the driver's seat.

"I live at…" I was, yet again, cut off.

Crimson started to chuckle. "I know where you live, Nora." Okay, guess I forgot that he left the Haile, changed the note, changed the dream catcher, was in my room…okay…that was a little creepy.

"You were in my room!" How could I've forgotten about that.

"I had to see if the Haile was working and if you were okay." He looked over at me. I wonder where he learned to dri-…

"I learned to drive about 60 years ago in London. Just had to enter a instructors head and get all the answers. Hey Presto!" he gave a slight shrug. I gathered he liked his powers then. "So, if you don't mind Nora, I would like you to stay silent while I drive and don't distract me. Not that you don't distract me anyway." He was serious but there was a hint of a smile.

He pulled out of the car park and drives towards my house. The drive was, as he wanted to be, silent. The sound of the engine was the only thing that kept me from going crazy with the tension in this car. It wasn't bad tension, but very, very dangerous tension. The kind that said 'Hey, Crimson, did you know I may like you?' I had to remember that I was with Patch. I still loved him. But Crimson was…

We pulled in front of my house.

"Wow. That was quick." I said, a surprised edge in my voice.

"You just weren't paying attention, Nora." He looked at me and gave me a adoring smile.

"I should pay more attention, you know."

"Definitely. Umm…Nora, I have something for you." A gift, exciting.

"What is it? Show me!" I really wanted to see this.

Crimson reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ring. On the ring was a small circle, like the size of a fingernail, completely made out of one ruby. It rested on a silver band and it was very beautiful.

"Oh my gosh, Crimson, it's gorgeous. Let me put it on." I reach for the ring but he pulls it back.

"No, let me put it on." Crimson reached for my right hand and placed it on the index finger. He then bent down and kissed my hand then looked up and stroked my cheek.

"You are so beautiful, you know that?" No, I didn't.

Crimson then held my chin and pulled me toward his face.

He kissed me. Right on the lips. How could he when he knows I'm with Patch?

So why didn't I stop him?

The kiss was soft and tender. I feel like electricity and sparks where everywhere. I liked it. Maybe even wanted more. Adrenaline started pumping my heart so hard. I then reached for the hand cupping my chin so the kissing continued…

…when he pulled away. Oh, men!

"Good day, Nora." He reached for the keys and gave them to me. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. I got out too.

Only to find he's gone. Completely. How the hell can he do that to me? Leave me on the cliff hanger of a kiss. MEN!

I went to the front door and let myself in. I called to see if anyone was home.

"Hello? Anyone here?"..… No answer. I walk over to the kitchen, taking my coat off and placing the keys down. Something was left behind on the counter.

It was the Haile and a note from Patch.

I'm sorry. X

Guilt trip plan was a success.

Dun-dun-duuuuu!

Aint Nora meddling herself eh?

Team?

What do you think of Crimson now? Do you trust him?

Love Ya

Emma 'EePee' Paige