Ch.7
Get out
Disclaimer: I own nothing…..except for a loooooooooooot of laziness
(AN: HEY-LOW, I am sooooooo sorry for the long wait…I was havin alittle inspiration issue, mixed ….you know…..pure laziness…
This chapter is dedicated to my newly born nieces and nephew; Emma, Beylene (I picked this name, AINT IT SESSY XD!), and Marcus Jr. (after his very….very ….VERY SEXY UNCLE * passes out day dreaming of Marcus…again*
No one's Pov
(Still at the club)
A loud rustling was sounding at the back of the hungry crowd that had surrounded Nicholas as he tore further and further into his mate's stilled body. Enthralled by the tragic sight before them as well as the possibility of catching stray droplets of the sweet nectar that surrounded their king.
Both Nicholas and the crowd only vaguely took notice of the steadily increasing rustle until the hulking form of Greg reached the forefront of the crowd.
'Shit!'
The roar that tore through Greg rivaled that of Nicky as it reverberated off the walls of the club, shaking everyone from their awe filled state; back into a fear filled one and to this Nicholas took notice.
Though sadly this wasn't the regular Nicholas, this was the primal state of nicks being, the side that would take such a roar from an opposing figure such as Greg as a direct challenge over the female that lay bleeding out on the ground at Nicholas feet.
This surprisingly had played out according to Gregs plan, he had gotten Nicks teeth out of Skye…..but now what, if was going to be able to get any form of medical attention to her he would have to go through his best friend….maybe literally.
He shuddered at the thought; Greg never was really one for violence.
There was no time for him to think of a less drastic way out of this though, it was simple, he had to kick Nicks ass and rightfully take Skye …ooooor…
With lightning speed Greg and Nick charged each other, railing in the others direction with enough force to crash a Ford F-150.
'1…2….3!'
Mere seconds from impact Greg dipped out of line with Nick with quite amazing precision for some one of his stature, then slid across the floor scooping up Skye's bloodied form in a hail Mary, then proceeded to hall Donkey Kong ass out of the club into the limo Nicholas and Skye had previously occupied earlier that evening.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!"
Greg peeled away from the curb just as Nicholas came barreling out of the club; teeth barred, claws extended, lookin like a ass whoopin on wheels.
'Oh high hell no!'
Greg sped down every road and back street, taking the quickest route back to the Hive he knew, so that he could get Skye into the medical bay as soon as possible.
Peering over to his side Greg could see that her usually golden glowing complexion had dimmed considerably and the blood gushing from her wounds had lessened to a small trickle; he had to hurry.
8 minutes later Greg was carrying Skye into the bay bridal style; amazed at how fragile she felt in his arms, then soon handing her off to a bay nurse to get her into surgery immediately.
Meanwhile back with Nicky….
Buttons scattered and clicked across the empty apartment floor as Nicholas tore off the clothes of the bars head waitress Emily, the entire night was an endless mess of limbs and cool dead nether regions conjoining and slapping together in wild abandon, while they clung desperately to each other barreling brutally toward release.
When Greg had stole away Skye; Nicholas current source of food, his body had turned toward its next basic need as his already painful erection grew more prominent at the sight of Emily's scantily clad blond, semi mauled form.
(Three days later)
Skye sat at the foot of her hospital bed at the medical bay, having been cleared earlier that day all she could do was sit and wait for Nicholas.
He hadn't done much damage … you know, except damn near draining every drop of blood out of her.
But she couldn't bring herself to really be pissed at him, she was to happy to have been cleared today so she could get back to Nick, to hold him, to kiss him, to tell him….she loves him.
She had confessed her feelings to Greg; her current savoir, the night prior when she awoke from surgery, he had assured her that Nicholas felt the same, and that she was just being too much of a damn stubborn bastard to realize it.
So as she sat there wearing a long elegant black silk gown with a depth defying plunging back Nicholas had had made special for her a few days after her arrival, she couldn't help but laugh; he had been trying to win her affections from the beginning with flashy trinkets and big romantic gestures, but the day he puts her in the hospital he wins more than her affections, he won her heart.
The soft sound of the hospital curtains surrounding her being drawn back brought Skye's attention in front of her; the small smile still playing across her lips growing larger as Nicks scarred face appeared before her.
"You son of a bitch!"
Skye flew off the bed at Nick, winding her arms tightly around his neck and gluing their lips together.
Nick was frozen in a state of pure shock as the girl he'd nearly killed kissed him…..passionately.
Skyes eyes glowed happily as they parted for breathe and she spoke, panting lightly.
"Nicholas I love-"
Skye's eyes caught sight of a fresh cheap red lipstick stain on Nicks collar.
As if on cue a small ditsy blond Skye had seen at the club stumbled in sporting a shiny new wedding ring.
"Baby are you done yet, I wanna see my new room on the top floor like you promised!"
Skye took a step away from him.
"Bitch….ummmm what the hell is this."
Skyes grip wound around Nicholas hand pointing intently at the matching ring of metal around his finger.
"Oh yea, ummmm Skye….I got married."
She was at a loss for words, everything around her destroyed and the air in the room got heavier and heavier.
Before anyone had the chance to react Skye hand connected with Nicks cheek.
"Get out."
"Skye-"
"Get out Get out GET THE FUCK OUT!"
She shoved Nicholas out of the enclosure of her hospital area and screamed, screamed in agony, screamed in pain, screamed in hate, screamed in heart break.
