Chapter 7
The banging on the door continued as I spun and looked at Lucas. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was locked defiantly.
"Pixie? You're a pixie?" He shook his head, but didn't elaborate much further. Giving the situation of the men outside, I would forgive him-just this once.
"Come out demon!" a male voice shouted.
Well, ouch. That stung. We may be hiding away from them, but I hardly thought that made us 'demons'.
"Okay." Lucas muttered, "Come on." His eyes squeezed shut, then opened wide. His usually green emerald eyes seemed to change colours, two colours mixing together and turning his eyes a murky brown, then fading back to a solid red. I stepped back.
"What the hell!" I shrieked, tripping over a mop handle. I crashed to the floor and winced. He held a hand out to help me up. I shrunk away from his hand. A look of hurt penetrated his features.
"I'm sorry, okay Iris? Just go with it for now. Trust me. Can you trust me?" he looked at me seriously. I nodded mutely and took his outstretched hand. He smiled, just the smallest tweak in his lips.
The people stopped banging on the door, but we could still see the shadows of their feet underneath.
"Okay, I'll count to three," Lucas said, "and then I'm going to open the door. While I distract them, you run." His eyes were fixated on the door; I yanked his arm away, forgetting his injury. He sucked in a breath, and looked at me, teeth grinding together.
"Yes?" he hissed. I glared back up at him.
"No"
He looked at me. "No?"
I squared my shoulders. "No. I'm not running and leaving you behind." Lucas starred at me in disbelief.
"Well then, what are you planning on doing then?" he asked flatly.
"Helping you." I said simply.
He rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do that would help me?"
"Give myself up?" I asked, eyebrows raised. He just starred at me, so I rushed on. "Think about it, I surrender, their confused, you get out...everyone's happy."
"Happy?" He shouted, his reaction catching me off guard. His hands went to my waist and he leaned towards me, lips crushing against mine desperately. My hands flew to his hair, wrapping my hands in the light strands, kissing him back.
He pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine. He kissed me again, this time softer.
"That would not make me happy at all," he whispered, hands on my cheeks.
"Okay," I said hoarsely, out of breath, starring into his red eyes. "But neither would me leaving you.' He sighed, hands falling back to my waist.
"Then we'll have to think of a new plan," I nodded, thinking it over.
Lucas snapped his fingers suddenly. "I got it. Just stay behind me."
I nodded and watched him from behind. He muttered something under his breath, in another language I could not identify. Then he stomped his feet three times on the ground. Suddenly, a gigantic hole erupted from the floor. I let out a shriek.
"How did you do that?" I questioned.
He shrugged, smiling a devious grin. "Picked it up somewhere. Hurry." He walked into the black hole, looking back and giving me a reassuring glance before disappearing into the black void.
Taking a shuddering breath, I walked into the hole, just as the door burst open.