He's Evil; I Love Him

Disclaimer: I don't own the House of Night series or its characters. Or the poem To the Virgins: to Make Much of Time; I am merely studying it in English class and thought it would be appropriate to put it in.

Summary: Kalona and Heath kept silent of their love. Heath continues to go to school with Zoey who managed to push her way into her previous school with her friends. However their peace doesn't last long when Zoey found out that Heath hasn't been going home. He's been going to the House of Night.

*Author's Note*

This is the sequel to "Stockholm and Lima Syndrome". One of my readers gave me the idea of a sequel.

Thank you for the idea, my dear reader! ^^

I'm not a House of Night fan. Excuse my lack of knowledge on the House of Night and the OOC characters! ^^

*End of Author's Note*

Dedicated to Kavote for suggesting I write a sequel! ^^

Chapter 8

Heath picked his way through the entrance to the familiar tunnel. The memories of the times he spent down here with Zoey and her friends flooded him as he dodged the slimy walls and the water dripping from the moist ceiling. He took the familiar turns and walked deeper into the tunnel. The fowl stench of rat and sewer water intensified the inner he walked.

"Zoey?" He called out. He squinted at the darkness. Blindly he reached out when he heard a rush of wind past by his ear. "Zoey?" He called out again.

"Thank you for coming." Zoey spoke from beside him. Heath jumped and wrapped his arms around his stomach instinctively.

"Don't do that!" He scolded. Zoey remained silent for a moment.

"Sorry," she apologized finally and fumbled about before a candle was lit. Light flooded the tunnel. Heath looked at her. She looked distraught and tired as if she hasn't slept in days. He felt his conscience tugging at him to hug her and ask if she's alright but he held back. He was mad at her he reminded himself.

"What did you want?" Heath asked her rudely instead. Zoey motioned him to follow her. He hesitated even when she continued to walk farther into the tunnel, never looking back. Heath looked back at the path he came then back at the path Zoey took. Suddenly he felt like he would be betraying Kalona if he followed her. He felt if he took that step something big would happen and he won't be able to go back.

"Heath?" Zoey's voice travelled through from the around the corner. He can no longer see her but knew she was walking back to see if he was alright. He snuck another glance back before turning around.

Forgive me Kalona. He whispered in his heart. "Coming!" Heath shouted just as she peeked around the corner. He jogged up to her and together they walked silently. Zoey led him to one of the rooms they had built back in the days. Inside were Stevie Rae, Erin, and Shaunee. They stood around a bed that was placed against the far corner of the room. Upon their entry all three looked up. Stevie Rae gave him a sad smile while the twins just glanced at him. They all nodded to Zoey. Heath watched as Zoey placed the candle down and moved towards the bed. They parted ways for her giving Heath a glance at the person on the bed. He was heavily bandaged. His breathing was labored terribly and he was speaking deliriously. Heath gasped and took a stumbling step back. Zoey checked the man's temperature with the back of her hand before turning to look at Heath. Her expression was serious and pained.

"This is what Kalona is doing to us." She stated. "He's kidnapping us, torturing us, and then eventually kills us." She continued. Heath backed up into the wall and shook his head.

"No," he whispered. He watched as the man on the bed rolled his head his way. His eyes struggled to open and searched around the room before locking onto Heath's own wavering hazel eyes. Heath's heart constricted at the pain and suffering the man's eyes conveyed.

Kalona did this? No, that's not possible! Heath struggled within himself. Zoey walked his way. The surrounding air became menacing as she advanced. Her shoulders hunched forward stiffly. Each step she took was solid and sounded heavily. It made Heath want to run but he stood his ground. Even if he was having a mental turmoil that was ready to push him off the edge.

"Kalona is not the angel he used to be. He has been cast out of the heavens to roam the earth for eternity. He has a lot of pent up anger, Heath. He's sweet to you now but it won't last. Beings like him will never care for another long. He'll discard you like he's discarding us vampires. He's using you. Look what he's doing to us. The same thing will happen to you sooner or later. Come to your senses Heath. Come home to me." Zoey held out her hand to him. Heath stared at it. The hand was so welcoming. He looked back up at Zoey. She had an expression of anticipation. Slowly he reached forward. Her expression tugged into a hopeful smile. His hand came closer and closer to hers. Just as they were about to touch his stomach pulsed. He groaned in discomfort and wrapped his arms around his child. His eyes widened instantly as he felt the familiar bump that was Kalona's and his child.

"Heath?" Zoey asked. She moved forward to help him but Heath slid away and backed out the doorway.

"Stay away from me!" He shouted at her. Zoey backed up confused at his sudden change in demeanor. Heath looked left and right at the darkness. He wasn't getting out of here without that candle.

"Heath?" Zoey screeched. Heath glared at her. He moved to grab the candle and she allowed him.

"I don't know what games you're playing but I'm sorry. My answer is the same. Kalona would never hurt me."

"How do you know that? You can't tell the future, Heath! You're not a prophet!" Zoey shouted.

"BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT!" He shouted instinctively. Instantly he gasped and clasped a hand to his mouth. He stared at Zoey wide eyed. Oh my god! No! No! She wasn't supposed to know! He panicked. Without waiting for her response he turned and ran out the way they came.

"Heath!" Zoey's voice bounced off the walls of the tunnel and followed him in a form of an echo. He didn't stop. Just kept running. Heath dashed out of the tunnel and clambered his way back into town. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he distinguished the candle and dumped at a nearby dumpster. Slowing down to a trot, Heath sobbed loudly. He didn't care if people looked at him strangely. He was frustrated and confused and pregnant and now he broke the news to an entire room of Kalona's enemies. He wasn't even sure if he was supposed to tell them. Kalona and he never discuss that part of his pregnancy. The tears streamed faster as he prayed that he hadn't done something disastrous.

Blindly he walked his way towards the house of night. He didn't get far when a strong of gust wind blew at him. He stepped one foot back to balance himself as he shielded his face with his arm. Once the wind stopped Heath peeked past his arm. Standing before him was a really pissed off Kalona. The fallen angel flapped his wings twice before folding it behind his back. He took long heavy strides over to Heath. Immediately he seized the human's left arm. Heath's breath hitched as he stared up at Kalona's own flaming eyes.

"K-Kalona," Heath stumbled.

"Where have you been?" Kalona spoke with a tone of authority.

"I-I…" Heath suddenly felt fear. Fear that he hadn't felt after they had gotten together. His words stuck in his throat and he continued to stare up at Kalona. Kalona growled and shook him roughly.

"Where'd you go?" He shouted at him.

"You're hurting me!" Heath shouted as he pushed against Kalona's hand but it didn't budge. He winced and looked away.

"That's not an answer Heath!" Kalona shouted.

"Ow! Let go!" Heath shouted back. A big mistake. In a breath he wasn't able to take Heath was swept up into the air by Kalona. He screamed and grabbed the fallen angel as he was flown back to the House of Night at an alarming speed. Daringly he looked up at Kalona. The fire in his eyes intensified as did his glare. They reached the House of Night faster than Heath had ever travelled and he was tugged inside roughly by the arm. Heath struggled.

"Let me go! Kalona!" he shouted much to the fledglings' pleasure. Kalona ignored him. He hauled a struggling Heath up to their bedroom and dumped him on the bed. Heath grunted as he came into contact with the soft material. He sat up and embraced his stomach making sure it was ok after all that rough handing. He glared at Kalona. "What the hell?" He shouted, all fear forgotten, instead in its place is anger and frustration. Kalona slammed the door shut without care and locked it. A sliver of fear snaked its way in when Heath realized he was trapped with a fuming Kalona in a room. But he held his ground like he did with Zoey, if not more than he did with Zoey. He wasn't backing down. He was going to prove to Zoey that Kalona wouldn't hurt him.

"Where have you been? I won't ask you again, Heath!" Kalona demanded.

"I was out for a walk!" Heath shouted. For some reason he felt obligated to lie to Kalona about meeting Zoey.

"Lies!" Kalona shouted.

"What?" Heath screeched. He gave him the 'what-the-fuck' look. Kalona threw something at the floor before Heath. Heath looked down to find his cell phone shattered to pieces.

"Don't lie to me human! I know where you went! I checked your phone! I know you went to meet with that woman!" Heath jumped up from the bed and slapped the man before he could even register what he was doing.

"How dare you call me human? I am your lover not your fucking slave!" It was Heath's turn to shout at him. The fallen angel was by his side instantly gripping onto his throat. Heath bugged his eyes out and kicked when Kalona lifted him off the floor. He grabbed onto his Kalona's wrist with one hand and slapped his other hand into his arm.

"K-Ka-Kal…" He tried to speak but nothing came out. Tears streamed down his face as he felt himself becoming lightheaded. No! Please! My baby! He's going to kill my baby! Heath cried in his mind but he kept fighting. He looked down at Kalona's glaring eyes. He pleaded with him to let him down. He reached his arm out to his face. His tears dripped onto Kalona's hand. The fallen angel released Heath suddenly and he crashed to the floor. Immediately he started hacking and coughing and greedily taking in the offered oxygen. His eyes, still bloodshot, looked up at Kalona, frightened but rebellious.

"Heath," Kalona whispered. He dropped to his knees and reached out to the human. Alarmed Heath scampered back and gripped the bed sheets. His eyes cautious and glaring. Hurt by his love's reaction to him, Kalona pulled back hesitantly before standing. He turned his back to Heath.

"Why would you lie to me?" Kalona asked in a hoarse sadden voice.

"I don't know." Heath's own hoarse voice answered back. He cradled his bruised neck breathing heavily. He tried swallowing but it burned and he coughed.

"Why?" Kalona sobbed.

"I said I don't know." Heath gritted out from behind his teeth.

"Damn it Heath! Tell me why!" Kalona whirled around dramatically. Heath glared up at him from the floor.

"I don't know! What more do you want? How am I supposed to tell you something that I don't know? Huh? Huh? You're not even making sense, Kalona! Go soak your head why don't you?" Heath shouted at him. Kalona looked taken aback. But he gripped his fists and restrained himself from attacking Heath again. Instead he closed his eyes and tried to erase the scared expression of his lover's.

"What did she want?" Kalona asked slowly, trying hard to remain in control.

"…"

"What did she want?" Kalona shouted and backhanded the lamp off the bedside table. Heath flinched away and hunched his shoulders into himself preparing for a possible attack. But none came. He peeked over his shoulder at Kalona. The fallen angel stood there huffing and glaring at their bed.

"She wanted to talk about our friendship." Heath lied, hopefully it was convincing. Kalona glanced at him then back at the bed.

"That's all?" He asked. Heath nodded. "You're not lying?"

"What more can I possibly lie about?" Heath countered even though he knew that would just set Kalona off again. However Kalona just ran a hand through his hair and turned to leave. He slammed the door shut leaving Heath alone in the room to cry the night away. Once he was sure the fallen angel wasn't going to return Heath wrapped his arms around himself and leaned against the bed. The dam broke and the tears streamed hurriedly down his cheeks. He didn't know what happened but he knew something had changed. They had changed. And it wasn't going to be fixed that easily anymore. Talking isn't just going to cut it.

Tired and exhausted Heath dragged himself onto the bed. Not bothering with his clothes he shimmied under the comforter and buried his head into the pillow. He took a deep breath before letting it out haggardly. The tears started again as he laid there listening to the quietness of the room. He couldn't help but yearn for Kalona's strong masculine hands burying itself in his hair. He yearned for Kalona's soothing voice lulling him to sleep every night. He yearned them so bad that he contemplated searching out Kalona and apologizing. But he shook his head. He wasn't going to be the one to cave. Kalona has to learn that not everything can go his way even if everything had gone his way so far.

Forcing himself he relaxed into the pillow; digging his arms underneath it. He took even breaths and sunk into the bed.

I don't need Kalona! I can sleep just fine without him! Heath concluded mentally. He didn't see why not. He's done it every night before he met Kalona. Not even his mother would spend his sleeping hours with him, stroking his hair. Not even when he was a baby. Yet, he found himself wide awake and staring at the ceiling. Frustration rose in him but he kept it in. His mouth was wound shut and his eyes blinked every three seconds up at the plain white ceiling.

ARGH! Why can't I sleep without him? Heath started flinging the comforter repeatedly with all his might. Go. To. Sleep. God damn it! He wore himself out flinging the comforter and resorted to lying there again. Though worn out, he still couldn't sleep.

"You know what? Fuck this crap!" He threw the comforter off and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. But he froze when the door began to open. Panicking he got back on the bed retreating the comforter in a hurry. He shrunk under the comforter till only the top of his head was showing and closed his eyes. He listened. The door opened and closed, gentler this time. There was some shuffling about before he felt the bed dip and a hand on his head. He reeled in the urge to flinch away and focused on evening his breathing. He waited but the hand never left. Just rested there. Minutes past and the hand still hadn't moved.

"Why are you the only one who can resist my charm?" Kalona whispered just as Heath was about to get up and demand to know what was so interesting about his head. "Why can't you just listen to me like everyone else does?" Kalona questioned again. Heath contemplated revealing himself. Kalona sounded conflicted and as his lover, Heath couldn't just pretend to sleep and leave him be. That'd be cruel. He prepared to move when a knock sounded at the door. Kalona pulled away and stood from the bed.

"Come in," he called. The door opened and Heath stiffened.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir. But… the vampires you've captured… one of the escaped." A timid voice reported. Heath's eyes snapped opened. An image of the wounded vampire in Zoey's tunnel flashed before his mind.

"How could you let that happen?" Kalona simply questioned him.

"I'm sorry, sir!" The timid voice grew frantic. "We were careless. We think he slipped away sometime during classes." There was silence before Kalona took a deep breath.

"Did you check the castle?" Kalona asked the fledgling calmly.

"Yes sir, he's not here." The voice answered again. Heath felt his heart tear piece by piece with each calming minute that passed without Kalona denying anything.

"Dawn is almost approaching. He won't be going anywhere. Grab a couple of fledglings and search for him when night falls again." Kalona ordered.

"Yes sir," there was a soft patter of feet before the door closed. Heath laid there, soaking in what he just heard. Zoey had been right. Now he felt stupid for not seeing it. The bed dipped again and the hand returned to his head. Feeling disgusted, Heath pretended to stretch, turn, and then flip to the other side in his sleep. Luckily Kalona did not pursue him. Heath snuggled into the pillow and curled into himself. He felt the bed dip further as Kalona climbed on and slipped under the covers with him. Heath stiffened and prayed Kalona wasn't going to wrap him in his arms like he does every night. He can't take that right now. Not after what he heard. He waited several minutes before hearing the light snore of the fallen angel. He breathed out and turned around to face Kalona. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at the beautiful peaceful face of a fallen angel. However, even Kalona's sleeping face didn't dissipate the anger and disappointment boiling in Heath's heart.


A/N: Thank you for reading my story!

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