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Falling Back: Chapter 7

After the departure of Griffin and Rebecca, another exile seemed to be pleased for the perish of his fallen leader. He shouldn't have been happy, I plan to send him back for judgement too.

This exile, grew in stature, and his indigo eyes and black hair seemed to ooze leadership now. He must have been the first exile's subordinate.

Lincoln shifted next to me and I knew through the years we've known each other, he was sizing up each opponent. In other words, which exiles he'll take so that I get the weaker ones. Right I haven't had my ass handed to me in two years.

So far, Lincoln Griffin, Rebecca and I, had returned forty-eight of the 'naughty' angels and we have sixty more to go. My perspective has let me believe that Lincoln doesn't think we'll survive this unless I can keep the hold I have over the exiles. His changed stance of half his body shifting in front of me proved my theory correct.

With his hand in mine, I wove my powers into him, letting it flow through the crevices of his weak form from the battle I stopped. He should feel more at ease in the start of this battle, now. He looked down to me and gave me a thankful smile. My grasp weakened and he gave me a concerned look.

"Violet, do you have your phone with you?"

"Uhm," I took it out of my back pocket and showed it to him.

"Call for back up. Do you still know the number?"

I was assessing how I'd take out these exiles quickly. I had a four-hour shift at Middle Hall Hospital in two hours time. I decided that I'd go with my second plan. My first would have been to strip them of any angelic features. Fun? Definitely. Most powerless exile turned-humans, end up being psychopaths who'll start screeching like five-year old girls. Amusing. However, it would take a lot of energy; I'd sleep for days.

"Violet?" Lincoln's worried tone reached my ears.

"Oh, yeah I do. Start returning some of them while I do?" He left to do it, and lo and behold, he started taking down the ones that looked dangerous or who he knew to have caused havoc and death wherever they went, (which was over three-quarters of them) through how much darkness consumed their beings.

Instead of help I called Gray. As always he called me Vi. Not Vi as in V-e but Vi as in V-y. He's a very peculiar person.

"Vi? Where are you? We are all cooped up and..." he didn't get to finish.

"Tell the rogues that a big threat is coming. I was right Gray. Tell Griffin to go back to the warehouse for debriefing? I've got scratches and lacerations, a few contusions. I'm sure that I'll be passed out when I'm done. My hold over these exiles are 'bout to go."

"Okay, okay. What did you want me to say to Griffin again?" Sheepishly, I could imagine him twisting his toes into the ground.

"Tell him to go back to the warehouse for debriefing. Tell him to tell Steph to change my roster too. I'll meet up with you when I can. I need to tie up some loose ends first. You'll need to martial the forces and start training. Get them to the peak of Embracing, I'll let the guides know to give them advice. I gotta go." I hanged up on him before he could start another sentence.

When I looked back at the scene, I knew that my hold had diminished. Exiles slowly regained their manoeuverability and started to attack Lincoln.

Lincoln not noticing the oncoming barrage, I quickly jumped to him. Luckily he was close by, but whether fate wanted to fuck with me (probably) I came just as an exile deeply cut his back. Injuring him badly. That did it.

I may not be able to stop them by power now. That won't stop me from kicking some ass with brute force.

Twirling my silver grigori blades, I grabbed a fallen comrade's blade strapped in the loop of my jeans below my hip, at the nape of my back. Slicing my wrist again, ignoring the pain I went into a frenzy.

Lincoln down from blood loss could only lie there while he tried to fend of the other exiles still trying to get to him. Most had moved towards me. Their prime target. Lucky me.

One thing about exiles? They are never genial beings. They have to be vindictive, crazy idiots, who mostly take form of men than women. Stupid idiots, they really don't know that it's women who indirectly rule this world.

Somersaulting over one exile as my dagger delivered him his final fatal wound, I switched mid-air into a roundhouse kick before landing into a split-crouch. Puling my leg around in a swift circle, I brought down exiles onto my awaiting blades. Lincoln as I saw behind me, stood watching in awe now. His wound had gradually closed, relieving him of more blood loss. Thank you lord for angelic healing. He jumped in the fray again. Eager to help me. Another thing to make me fall for him even more. How manly can he get?

"Trust me, let me fight my own!" It was imperative that I don't have anymore distractions in my fight.

I didn't focus on him until he actually tried to block a blow - meant for me - from an exile. I was fainting a defenseless girl look so that the exile's defenses faltered. Lincoln shattered that well strategized plan. He costed me an injury to my stomach area, not unsimilar to the one Onyx delivered to me years ago.

Flashes of searing pain passed through me, my instinct mode was on I and I carried on fighting. I could feel my blood seeping out of me fast, but there was no time to stop for my power to weld the torn flesh together.

As my blades and Lincoln's slashed through the final two exiles, I saw myself falling. I also saw from my peripheral vision, Lincoln catching me. My vision was consumed by darkness.

When my consciousness arrived, I noticed that I was at Lincoln's place. Precisely his room. There was still that armoir he had when I was here, as well as the photo he took when we went rock-climbing. I was seventeen then. A new photo was there, accompanying the used-to-be lonesome image. It was of Lincoln and I. Not making contact with each other, but enough that it looked intimate. It was at a meeting room balcony at the Grigori Club.

I softly smiled, my emotion welled in me. As my thoughts caught up to me, I realised that I couldn't feel that feeling I had when I shielded my twins. The feeling of a wall of water, warm to the touch at the corner of that corridor was not present at all. That switch wasn't on. I had a bad feeling about this.

Quickly, I leaped up, almost tripping over the fallen blankets that now pooled on the floor. Rushing down the stairs, my frantic eyes darted around the main room and finally rested on the sleeping twins sharing a couch. Everyone seemed to be occupied, talking about something. Everybody apart from Lincoln and Griffin,

Walking into the kitchen, I looked out the window and saw that his car was gone. Phew, both of them weren't here. I relaxed and my posture slouched as I leaned onto the counter top.

A hand rested on my shoulders, the smell of honey went into my senses. I spun around on the balls of my feet. Lincoln stood there, in front of me, a serious expression on his face.

"Looking for me? Is there something you need to tell me?" His rich heavenly voice caressed me.

"Ye-e-ye-yes? I, uh, need my coffee first. Yeah, coffee." I frantically nodded my head like a loopy doll. My articulate mind had evaded me.

So far I really, REALLY, need my coffee fix. Having to handle the matter of re-uniting with my 'ex-boyfriend' and telling him about his kids? I need that coffee now. I gave him the one-minute gesture and moved away from him towards the coffee machine.

"Really Violet? Coffee? Tell me now, I need you to tell me the truth. What Have you tried to hide from me while you were gone?"

With a few more minutes of silence passing between us, I guess he had enough of my trying to completely forget the matter of topic we're on. He grabbed the cup of coffee from my hands and placed it gently on the counter. Eh, it was almost gone anyway. Still, who was he to take coffee away? You know now that I think about it, coffee is really sexy. It helps you handle mornings where you don't want to get up...what else can you ask for in a man? I'm going crazy. Snap out of it!

"Who does those kids belong to?" Whispering with an imperative tone, a feeling of once wanting to tell him for his and their benefits, was quickly thrown out the window. How am I going to explain this?

Save Linc, Griff and She-Devil? Check.

Tell guides to give advice to their grigori for the upcoming war?

Tell Lincoln about the twins so that in case I die, they'll at least have a parent there for them?

Show that She-Devil that my man is off-limits to her, not me?

Teach the twins how to better control their shields?

All four things, are still to be done, and I still haven't found a way to end Samael. The biggest threat. Oh Joy. I absolutely love my life!

"Well?"

Saying it with clear diction but fast speed, "They're-yours." The look on his face would be comical from the outside, From sadness to angel as a bi-polar person would do, His expression however changed to crest-fallen beauty.

"You, you didn't tell me? You left me without taking me with you, and you never thought of telling me I had my own children?! I missed valuable years with them! You..." Tears now brimmed his faded green eyes.

My emotions and thoughts were laid out bare to him. Things I couldn't say but can show to him. It was everything I've felt when I died and came back to a broken him. It had still remained after all that time. Remained untill it had left me broken beyond repair, except his. My vow to my angel-maker, my need to protect... It was all there. He looked into them, searching for answers he desperately needs and desires. Understanding passed through him, and from him to I. Soul-mate bonds whether broken or not, you seem to be able to communicate without words, it comes effortlessly when you know them for a long period.

With feline grace he embraced me in his warmth. He murmured how sorry he was, how disappointed he was. But most of all, how still in-love he was with me, and how he already loved our children. I let my switch off, my heart was shown to him, and finally, where he wasn't there to pick up the pieces, he was now.

Cupping my face in his hands, his lips found mine. My soul yearned for more and he gave it. His power sated what had been left in hunger. I cried in pain as it soothed me. He warmed me to my core. With gentle nothings, he promised that tonight I'd be his again. All I could do, was to hug him some more.

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AN: This was a long one guys! I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading this, please comment!