Stevie Rae Johnson didn't like heartbreak. What more, she didn't like causing heartbreak. But what she wanted, what she needed, the blood, the lust, the love; it was all in Aphrodite LaFonte. And not Rephaim. She shrugged off the guilt. She had to be strong. Strong enough to get through this. Strong enough... to love Aphrodite. For Aphrodite. She neared Rephaim's dark room. Confused, she hurried and pushed the curtain to the side. Inside was Rephaim with a skin-tight white shirt and skinny jeans. He looked... modernly good.

"Rephaim,"

"Hn?" He turned around instantly, eyes alert. But when he saw Stevie Rae, his eyes softened. He went up to her, a big broad smile on his tan face. Stevie Rae flinched. He looked so happy. Shit. She couldn't do this. "Hey." He whispered when he was in front of her, smiling comfortably.

"H-Hi." She forced a smile, nervousness in her eyes. "How... How are you?"

Rephaim chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head. "I'm... I'm good. Very good." He then turned away. "I have to say. I am sorry. These past few days... I haven't been spending as much time with you as I hoped..." He grinned sheepishly, showing off his pearly whites. "Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?"

He was so sincere. So true. So... So him. He was making this a million times harder! Stevie Rae looked away, biting her lower lip. She made up her mind... Didn't she? She was going to choose Aphrodite... But... Now that she actually saw Rephaim again. It was hard. Too hard. Too damn freaking hard. Ugh. Love, screw you! "I... I forgive you."

Rephaim smiled. "Thank you." He then shifted a little shyly. "I, uh, I have something I need to tell you."

Stevie Rae hesitated. "Me... Me too."

"Oh okay," He smiled sadly. "Me first though." He took her hand in his and lead her to his clean, smooth bed. He sat on the edge, smiling uncontrollably. "I... I don't want to make a big deal of saying I love you but,"

Oh no.

"I... I love you."

Shit. No, no, no!

Stevie Rae paused. She couldn't speak. What could she say? 'I love you too'? 'I'm dumping you for Aphrodite'? None of them were suitable, but at least one was pleasant. She started panicking when Rephaim stared at her expectantly. Maybe he wouldn't realize the panic in her eyes. Shiiiit. What a disaster!

"Oh uh," Rephaim laughed softly and looked down. "I guess you're surprised. I mean... That was so sudden and so... common." Shrugging, he turned away, looking embarrassed about something. "The white bull tapped into my head the other day... He- He asked me if I wanted to rule the world with him... He thought I had my father's blood and edged me into darkness." He paused to look at Stevie Rae. He then grasped her hands. "But I refused... Because I thought of you and all that we both have sacrificed for this... I couldn't let go of that. Not after what happened. Not after I met you."

If possible, she panicked even more.

"I love you, Stevie Rae."

As okie as she was, she couldn't summon up the proper words to speak. Before if she hadn't fallen for Aphrodite, she probably would've screamed for joy and hugged him, telling him she loves him too. But now... Now... It gets complicating. When you meet the right person, you know it's them. You just know. The look in their eyes. The way your heart would beat when you thought of them. Just everything they do would entrance you. Stevie Rae knew the feeling well. The 'right one'. He was... He was standing right in front of her. Or at least she thought. Goddess knows it wasn't love at first sight. Hell, he was half bird at first sight... But as the weeks passed, it didn't matter for first impressions because they'd forget about it and start new impressions. Stevie Rae learned more about Rephaim than anyone could ever imagine. She understood him. She loves him...

Then again, why was she picturing someone else's light, blue eyes?

She knew her decision. It was clear in her head. She strained a smile up at Rephaim... Hopefully... Just possibly... This decision will benefit for everyone.

Meanwhile, the dark night sky was fading soon, evaporating to sunlight, not yet, but close. A lonesome figure sat still on the roof of the abandoned barn. She was concentrated on the pretty moon and night stars. They shone brightly that night. Hopefully a good sign. It was a full moon that night. Usually, it'd be a bad omen whenever full moons would rise. But on that particular day, she felt calm and slightly certain. She knew the risks, the dangers, the crazy gossips and scandals. She didn't give a rat's ass... She's gone too far to give up now. But the sun was coming up soon... And there still wasn't a sign of the okie girl's arrival.

Aphrodite was getting worried. Time was running out. Too fast, too soon. Unlike Venus and Erin, time seemed to have blurred by quickly for Aphrodite. It was uneasy, unsettling, and suddenly she wasn't as calm anymore.

"What..." She shook her head, her eyes closed. "What am I worried about? She... She probably wants a normal life. Her old plan. I... I'm just- stupid." Sighing, she leaned back.

But a noise made her senses strangely alert. Footsteps. Leading to the roof. Footsteps of someone climbing the stairs. Instantly, Aphrodite got up, her heart racing all too quickly. She anticipated this moment. She hadn't expected it, but it was a terribly good surprise.

"Aphrodite?"

The person that emerged from the stairs was tall, tall enough at least. She had long black hair with dark eyes. She was wearing a black shirt with glitter and faded blue jeans. Aphrodite's heart stopped.

"Zoey?"

The girl smiled softly, a friendly smile, but it didn't do much. Aphrodite turned away, not even bothering to smile back. Her chest hurt more than usual. Maybe her heart had broken a rib or something. Considering it was thumping so loud, she wouldn't be surprised if it really happened. She heard the footsteps get closer, suddenly Zoey sat loudly next to her, her legs brought crossed together indie-style.

"How'd you know of this place?"

Aphrodite turned away. "Someone... Someone showed it to me."

Zoey chuckled quietly. "Yeah. Stark showed it to me."

There was an awkward silence where Aphrodite kept flinching. She couldn't bare the silence. Cause when there was no sound at all, that's when it's super loud. The silence ushered her to the edge, pushing her beyond paranoid. She felt vulnerable. Afraid. And she doesn't like the feeling. Finally though, to Aphrodite's slight pleasure, Zoey spoke up.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?"

"Y-Yeah..." Came Aphrodite's soft response.

"Huh. This isn't like you, Aphrodite. Being all quiet and kept-in. Don't tell me you're pregnant or something."

Aphrodite snorted and rolled her eyes, losing some tension on her shoulders. "No, I'm not pregnant, loser... I just... I have problems."

"You sure do."

Aphrodite glared and Zoey couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry! I was literally waiting to use that on someone."

"Puns. Pfst." She looked away again, this time out of denial.

"Seriously though, what's wrong? You look troubled... I can help." Zoey offered a friendly smile and placed her warm hand on Aphrodite's knee, squeezing it softly.

Aphrodite though, felt more than certain that she didn't want to talk about her love life with Zoey. If she even had a love life to begin with. But she had to get some things off her chest. One way or another. A few seconds of silence passed and Zoey's hand was still placed on her knee. She could feel the heat and it warmed her partially.

"Have you ever... Have you ever been torn between two paths? That you couldn't choose?"

Zoey raised an eyebrow. Shocked and aware. She pulled her hand back and looked thoughtful for a minute, staring up at the night sky. She looked beautiful for a moment. Beautiful enough to surpass any other normal being. "Hun, I've been torn between three before. Erik, Heath and Stark." She sighed frustratingly but a smile lingered on her face. "Wasn't pretty at all."

Aphrodite smiled sadly and looked up. "Why did you choose Stark?"

Zoey looked even more surprised than before... Why did she choose Stark? "Well... He... He was dedicated to me and I- I couldn't just leave him. Erik wasn't the one for me. He was a great guy. But I'm not the girl that should be with that great guy. And Heath is... Well, Heath." She mumbled, the name slipping off her tongue like butter. "He's gone and... I guess- I guess sometimes I still wonder if I'll be with him if he's still here but now, now I know that Stark is here. And I need not worry." She smiled widely. "You know, sometimes the most littlest of feelings can make your life the happiest of em' all. You just know, you know. When you see someone you love, you can just tell.

"You see a life with them. A dream. A reality. A plan... You see kids and grandkids and looking down from heaven whispering 'don't worry, child. Dad and I are here.'" She laughed shortly, shaking her head. "You see a fairytale."

Aphrodite stared, long and hard and super concentrated, at the cement boards on the roof, wondering if what Zoey said was the meaning of true love. "But... Fairytales don't exist."

"They do." Zoey said. "Everyone is just too blind to see what lies behind their soulmate."

Aphrodite laughed in spite. Soulmate. Bah. Who needs them? She growled, a low, deep curse of regret. She never should've offered her blood back then. If she hadn't, then she'd probably be in Darius' bed making love to him right now instead of waiting for a girl, sulking and talking to Zoey about love problems when she obviously has some issues too. "You're unbelievable."

Zoey was silent for a few seconds. "You have someone in mind, Aphrodite?"

"What?"

Zoey turned her head and stared at Aphrodite. "Are you in love with someone?"

Her head urged her to say no casually and just ask her to forget about it. But for once in her life, she wondered, what would it be like to not lie? To stop running. To live and learn. She never understood. Now she did.

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably."

Zoey smiled sadly, sighed then got up, stretching after. "Well then, I wish you luck. I have to go back in now. Need to sleep. Sun's coming up." She turned on her heel and slowly walked down the roof to the ladder. "Oh yeah, and the meeting's called off by the way." She then shrugged her jacket off a little and proceeded down the stairs. But she paused halfway, thinking to herself.

"You know, Aphrodite... Just because it doesn't happen right away, doesn't mean it's not going to happen." She smiled sadly and left, leaving a very helpless and vulnerable Aphrodite.

A few minutes later, the sky turned bright. Too bright. The sun rose from the horizon, casting shadows amongst trees and houses and imitating a reflection in the waters. It was a beautiful sunset that day. But not beautiful enough. Aphrodite dipped her head front, trying to shadow her eyes from the sun. She licked her lips and ignored the water droplets that fell to the roof from her heated eyes. She expected just as much.

"Time's up."

Night couldn't have ended fast enough. She wanted to sleep. To drift off into a world where anything and everything exists. Her head was spinning. Everything just felt wrong. So wrong. The magazines were boring, the song was drowning and her lips... Oh her lips were still traced with Erin's lip gloss. Venus covered her face with the pillow hoping to suffocate herself from this torture. Never before have she felt like this. To miss and regret something so much that she'd want to just... fade from reality. It was scary and new and all too vivid. Tear stains were obvious on the pillows and bed, yet Venus's eyes were as dry as the Savanna ground. Her eyes were swolen, her lower lip was bruised from chewing on it in frustration. It was all too much.

A cry escaped her throat, and she kicked. Kick. Kick. Kick. The blanket fell onto the ground, revealing Venus's body on the bed. Her black lace shirt and pink mini skirt were crumpled up and messy. She cried. Cried so hard that it hurt. If this is what it meant to be in love then she'd rather pass. She knew it was the right decision. To save her. But sometimes, a right choice can be the most painful to deal with. This certain obstacle. It was a hurdle much larger than the rest. She could either run it through or circle around it. Jumping the hurdle and making it to the finish line... It was impossible.

"Goddess, Nyx, what... what am I supposed to do?"

The whisper came out as a cry of help more than a plead to Nyx. She was broken herself.

Venus was broken.

But it was worth it because she'd rather break herself than break Erin. She deserved better.

Venus raised her head, finally not being able to breathe, and choked on the oxygen she had inhaled. Worse problem is that Neferet was probably going to surprise attack them anyway besides the dream from Erin. Nefefreak always had a plan to destroy everything. Venus couldn't believe that she used to respect her. Ugh.

Venus got her mind off the pain, trying to calculate a plan to escape the damn Nefefreak. It wasn't as if she doubted Zoey, goddess knows she's practically a superheroine, but sometimes you rely on odds than favor. Unfortunately, because of a damn feeling, she couldn't exactly get her mind off of the one subject she hated. Groaning, she flipped over, her eyes shut tight. Silence have never been so loud.

She did the right thing, didn't she? If so, why did she feel as if she'd stepped on poison?

Suddenly, out of nowhere, though goddess forbid it was probably just her imagination or sub-conscious, there was a voice. A soft, loving whisper that came into her head, soothing it with its beautiful melody.

'Sometimes, child, the right thing is the wrong and the wrong thing turns out to be right. When a leaf falls, it's not because it's dying, it's because the wind has to take it off the tree so it can fly..'

Venus flinched. Nyx. She opened her eyes and for a second, she could've sworn she saw a bright light, shining down onto her. But then she blinked and it was gone. A second of looking at Nyx means a lifetime of happiness. It was a myth, but Venus did feel less tortured. She got up slowly, trying to summon up what's left of her pride and dignity, and she forced her vision clear.

No one was in the room... She was alone. Yet... Who was it that spoke to her? It couldn't have been her imagination, it was too damn vivid. Too damn real. She blinked and looked down. On her tummy, with its colours as bright and as beautiful as the meadow Nyx lives in, was a clear-as-the-sky green leaf. Venus stared, astounded and fearful. Nyx. Nyx talked to her. Nyx actually talked to her.

'It's a sign, child. A sign you are forbidden to ignore. A life cannot live without its faults and some reasons are worth risking.'

Worth risking? Venus stared at the leaf, wanting to cry but unable. She had used her tears... It's about time to use her heart. A life cannot live without its faults and some reasons are worth risking...

"Erin."

Outside the dark, depressing room, a blonde made her way past the rooms through the tunnel, having a rather disappointed frown on her face. She sighed loudly. What a day. Aphrodite flipped her hair and sauntered through. Bullshit. She was done with love. Love is for suckers. Love is... Love is damned. Aphrodite chuckled in spite at herself, shaking her head in disbelief. Has she gone so low to fall in deep and sink as well? She'd never offer an 'I'll wait for you' invitation to just anyone. Stevie Rae was special. Stevie Rae is special... Unfortunately, she probably doesn't think the same.

She hid her hands behind her, her left hand stroking her right hand softly. She didn't want anyone to see the bruises and slashes on her knuckles when she had smashed the roof with her right hand in attempt to hide her embarrassment, shame and regret. She was too angry, too upset, too much in love. It was too much. So much that a girl like her would risk a few broken bones. So much so as for her to hit the roof until her knuckles bled, and still have no courtesy to feel pain. It was numb, definitely. But pain was something she was familiar with. The throbbing in her knuckles didn't match up to what she has experienced.

She eyed the tunnels wearily, wondering, how, when, why did Stevie Rae change her mind? Why did she- Well, it probably didn't matter anymore. She made up her mind. And so did Aphrodite. Her heart spoke otherwise but at times, choosing your heart over fair logic can lead to downfall. And death. She didn't like death one bit. Aphrodite continued on to her room, which was at the far end, and she kept her head high and her pride intact. She was still Aphrodite. Nothing changed.

Out of the corner of her gaze, a lone figure slipped out of a room quietly, looking as stealthy as a, well, ninja. Aphrodite raised an eyebrow curiously and turned the corner, entering another rocky pathway. "Um. Hello?"

The figure jumped and whirled around, a vest and shoes in her hands, with an innocently shocked expressions. At the realization of who she is and what she was doing (after sex, you always sneak out unnoticed), Aphrodite's face grew grim. "Oh."

The girl flinched; she flinched so hard that her body shivered along. "A-Aphrodite. You're.. Um... I-I was just-"

"I know." Aphrodite muttered dryly, her face expressionless. "I learned from experience."

The girl turned away, a light blush colouring her cheeks. "O-Oh... Right..."

"W-What are you doing here?"

Aphrodite snorted, looking away, a tight smile on her face. She shook her head, glaring pitifully at the wall. "Well, I'm just heading to my room. After I got stood up. I mean," She turned to the girl, her grip on her right hand tightening abnormally. "I waited two hours for you."

Stevie Rae stared, a regretful and guilty look in her eyes, at the pathetic girl that was so unlike Aphrodite. She looked weak, vulnerable, absolutely helpless. "I-I... I know but I just- I just couldn't.. Can't.. I won't..."

"You may not realize it." She whispered, breathing terribly loud. "But for the first time in my life, for the first bloody fucking time in the time I'm breathing, I had NEVER waited for anyone. Not for Erik. Not for Darius. But you-" She paused. "I can't believe... I can't believe that you, of all people, would deny the fact that love is love and the rest is history." She backed away, her left hand loosened and only then did she realize that maybe... maybe she broke a bone in her right hand. She couldn't feel a thing.

Stevie Rae looked away. She clutched her clothes tightly and shuffled her feet nervously. "Aphrodite. I'm... I'm sorry."

"Don't. Your apology is shit to me."

With that statement piercing Stevie Rae to the core, Aphrodite whirled around and walked off, chest held high.

But sadly, though Aphrodite would deny your ass to the ground, her heart had turned to stone.

She tried to walk as fast and as natural as possible, but her feet wasn't as nimble as she had thought. She tripped on a stone and sent herself flying to the ground. But someone caught her, thankfully. She doesn't like having a flat, bruised face, especially when she just broke up (well, something like that).

The arms were muscular, however, and rather tough. It shook Aphrodite and helped her get back on her feet. Finally, Aphrodite saw the face of Damien. He looked worried, concerned even. Aphrodite's shocked face turned into one of shame. What an embarrassment. Damien offered a small smile and kept that worry plastered on his boyish handsome face.

"You okay, Aphrodite?"

She looked away, embarrassed. She brought her left hand to her right hand and rubbed her knuckles gently. "Yeah. No. I mean- I-I don't know."

Damien smiled sadly, a sympethic sign. "Hey. You can tell me what's wrong." His eyes examined her. Dirty, messy hair, crumpled clothes, dirty skirt. Damn. What happened? He then noticed her hands, or hand, and it sent him panicking when he saw the blood and the cuts and bruises and swolen knuckles and the (he thinks) broken bones. It was a gruesome sight. You'd think a dog chewed on it or something. "Holy ashes, Aphrodite, what happened to your hand?"

Aphrodite looked confused for a second. But then she realized that she did indeed hurt her hand. But she didn't want anyone to find out. She was hoping to merely wrap some tissue and dab some alcohol on it. Maybe it'll heal. At least it won't get infected. Unfortunately, life (even undead life) doesn't work that way. She turned away, an uncomfortable look on her face. "N-Nothing. I just-"

"Here, here." Damien ripped a sleeve from his shirt abruptly, not caring that the fabric was probably a really expensive cotton piece. He then took Aphrodite's right hand caringly, as if he was her boyfriend, and slowly cleaned the cuts and bruises up. "Goddess, this is brutal. What happened?"

He pulled away and grabbed Aphrodite unbruised hand, leading her away quickly. "Come on. We have to get these bruises and cuts cleaned or it'll get infected."

Aphrodite was astounded. Did he really care that much? Or was it just a gay thing to be really, really, really infectiously kind? She couldn't figure out. His soft hand was warm on her cold, shivering one and his eyes were soft and loving, better than the painful look Stevie Rae gave her. It reassured her immensely. He led her to his room and then into the bathroom. He then gently set her down on the toilet bowl (with the cover down, of course) and soaked the sleeve with water. Aphrodite was numb and a little bit blur. She felt empty.

Almost drained. Maybe it was blood loss. First Stevie Rae drank her blood. Then she lost more by practically breaking her fist out of anger.

It was funny, really. The reality of it. Maybe she felt empty because... Because...

"Stevie Rae imprinted with him."

Damien turned to her, eyebrow raised. "Hn?"

She hadn't realize it. Just like how she hadn't realize the pain in her fist. She was so numb that she couldn't feel that intense, burning feeling in her chest that separated her bond with Stevie Rae even more apart than before. It was rippling, the first time she felt it, the first time her imprint with Stevie Rae was broken. But now, now it was just brutal. It hit her like a bus. She was just so distracted that she hadn't realize. The anger that she felt before... It was from the broken imprint. It was from inside. And it killed her slowly to actually REALIZE their bond was broken. Shattered. And what was worse was the reality of Stevie Rae drinking from someone else other than her. Aphrodite blinked. So numb.

"A-Aphrodite! What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Damien sounded terribly worried.

Aphrodite looked up, fear and confusion in her eyes. She sent a message with her eyes; or at least tried to. Her mouth was so numb and her voice fled from her senses.

"Y-You're... You're crying."

She blinked and a tear slipped down her face. She WAS crying. And it scared her. It scared her to think that she was scared. So vulnerable. So troubled.

So bloody fucking messed up.

Aphrodite finally snapped out of it when her tear landed on a cut on her knuckles (damn, it stung). She wiped her eyes ferociously and growled to herself, cursing and swearing. "Shit. I-I ugh. I just. I mean- I... I'm a mess."

Damien smiled, breathing out air from his nose. "You are." He then took her hand into his and slowly, gently, started cleaning it. "But anything can be fixed when you have the right tools."

"My tool's a gun. It's practically like a jab. Your worries- instantly gone."

Damien laughed softly, smiling sympethically. "Your tool's comfort. And friends. And love."

"Love is for suckers."

"No argument there."

Aphrodite paused. Damien looked... sad. Regretful. Instantly, Aphrodite felt guilty. He lost his lover when they were in love. Jack may be next to Nyx's side now but Damien still has a lingering emptiness that only he can fill. She turned away, ashamed, guilty, with her eyes still wet and her cheeks turning a rosy red. Damien cared for her like a boyfriend, or a brother, or a very handsome young father... Okay, scratch that. Not a father. But seriously, he was compassionate, kind, understanding...

Why are all the perfect guys gay? It's not fair to women. Really.

"I shouldn't have- I-I mean... I'm, uh, I'm sorry."

Damien smiled and shook his head. "Don't apologize... What happened to him wasn't your fault."

Yeah. It was Neferet's.

"Everything happens for a reason, y'know."

Aphrodite turned it him, a little confused. She heard that line before. It was well used. Especially to people who talk the talk but don't walk the walk, if you know what I mean.

He smiled. "Nothing happens without a reason. Each thing, each event or obstacles we face, they all match up. At the end, you'll be happy whether at peace with Nyx or living the glorious life you always dreamed of. As long as you make the right decisions, then-"

"But how do you know?" She asked quickly, tearing up once more. It was painful, honestly, to think that being happy meant having the life you've always wanted instead of what you want now. Aphrodite had always wanted to be someone big. Someone... Glamorous. A shining star. An idol... To think that it may come true was overwhelmingly nauseas. Especially when she kept imagining Rephaim and Stevie Rae together. That isn't happiness. It's restraint. "How do you know you're making the right decisions?"

Damien shoosh'd her, calming her and whispering comforting words. He finished the wounds, throwing the tissues into a bin, and got up. He then searched the back of the bathroom mirror, shuffling through shaving creams and face products.

Aphrodite scoffed. "Products? Shaving cream? Floss? I understand complexion but I didn't think the gays were using them. So THAT'S where all the products went." Her voice, hoarse and dry, dripped with sarcasm. No matter in what situation, she still always had the common courtesy to sarcasm-bitch-slap you. It was becoming a habit, really.

Damien laughed softly, picking up a long bandage and a tube of antibiotic cream. "Yeah. It was Jack's." He bent down, his eyes betraying his voice. "I just- I couldn't, I didn't, I just... Taking his stuff away just like that..."

Aphrodite frowned sadly, her eyes sympethic for the first time, and she touched Damien's warm cheek with her left hand. "I'm sorry. But isn't holding onto something that isn't there, more worse? More painful? More unreal?"

He was quiet for a moment or two when he finally sighed loudly, closing his eyes. "It's hard, you know. Coming into the room and realizing he isn't here anymore... I woke up once and I thought he was next to me. But I was just imagining things... Once I even thought I heard his voice." He chuckled. But when the sound left his throat, his voice cracked. His chuckle was cracked; just like his heart. Burdened and pained, he shook his head roughly, as if shaking himself awake.

Aphrodite breathed out through her nose, a sudden sense of comfort overwhelming her. She couldn't just sit there and listen to his sob story. She had to do something. "Damien, you weren't imagining it. He was calling out to you. Reassuring you... He wants you to never get rid of him. But only in your heart." She led her petite fingers down and touched his chest. "In this world, he's gone. But in here," She gently tapped his chest. "He'll always be there."

The boy stared, eyes amazingly wide, at the majestically girl that he used to dislike but now have learned to like. She was intelligent, after all, wise even. Maybe even nice. Okay, let's not go there... She was a totally different person. Damien thought, sheepishly, 'Did Stevie Rae do that?'

"Wow, Aphrodite. If I had known there was a therapist in this place, I would've booked an appointment sooner." Damien mused cheekily, smiling for the first time since Jack had gone. Smiling for real. Smiling with joy. Smiling with... Smiling with a sense of Jack inside him. He understood now. In order to move on, he had to let go. But inside, it's fine to think about him. Because he'll always be there. No matter what. He's in a better place. And it has made him a better person.

Aphrodite tsk'd, rolling her eyes. "Trust me, this is not gonna become a habit. Finish my treatment already and I'll just skip off."

Damien chuckled, shaking his head with a bright smile on his face. He started on her hand again, his face growing more and more grim the more he dabbed it on. He suddenly looked upset. His eyes glinted with anger and his lips curled downwards uncomfortably. He finally finished with a final wrap on her hand. "Hey, I know you don't want to talk about it, but what happened?"

Aphrodite turned away, a mysterious glint in her eyes. She didn't want to bawl everything out to him. He was kind, and can be secretive but... but that doesn't mean that SHE was ready to tell it. She wasn't. She didn't- She didn't want to. Admitting you love someone is one thing, but having to deny that the person you love doesn't love you back is another. Stevie Rae was lying. She could feel it in her bones. In her heart.

"Denial." She muttered. "And Rephaim. That's what happened."

It took a minute and silence filled the bathroom. Even his movements stopped. Aphrodite turned to him slowly, careful and cautious, wondering what's with the sudden pause. He knew already, didn't he? Damien's face looked shocked. Disbelieving, even. He was practically gaping at her. The expression broke into a small amused smile and he chuckled softly, looking away. "Wow. I did not think you'd admit to it so easily."

Aphrodite laughed in spite. She couldn't believe it either. "Y'see, for now, that's the only I can do that she can't. At least, y'know, I... I admit it."

The rest few hours rushed by in a blur. Instead of sleeping, the two spent their days (lol) chatting, gossiping and just lounging around in Damien's room. They enjoyed each other's company immensely. It was a surprise, actually. To think two people that detest each other so much can actually be the cure to each other's problems. Aphrodite would bite and bark at the shitty gay comments other people would throw at Damien and Jack, claiming that 'I'm the only one that can be homophobic to you guys.' while Damien would tell her sweet advices and sometimes, even sarcastic insults like, 'She doesn't know what she's missing out on.' Aphrodite would laugh, he would make funny faces and all in all, they had an insufficiently fun time.

"Holy shit, dude. If you aren't gay, I think I want to snag you right now." She mused, shaking her head.

It was meant to be a joke. Damien knew that. But she understood him. Isn't love supposed to be universal? It doesn't matter which gender you're attracted to, at the end it all comes down to who you fall in love with. And in that moment, with his mind hazy and his eyes on her, it may be possible that he-

"But you know, that'd almost be like taking advantage of you. I'd rather not say that. I feel a little drunk. We should talk when we're both not so fucked up."

Damien blinked, trying to shake himself awake. And he laughed. "Right, right. Of course."

Ten minutes later, the two were making out on the soft sheets of Damien's bed. Holy shit. Who saw that shit coming?

Ohmylawrd! Don't kill me. Seriously. Don't!

I know y'all want some more AphroditexStevie Rae and ErinxVenus ness but come on! It'll get better. Promise. When there's a downfall, you don't shoot right back up, you slowly build up the momentum and fly off the ground! It's natural sense. Really.

Hahaha. But hey! Whoever reviewed my last chapter, THANK YOU!

Wolf eyes- Haha! Hey! Omg. I cant believe you're still on this story! Thank you zoooo muchhhhh! :D Don't worry, it'll all make sense in the end. I can't tell you if its a good ending or a bad ending, however. That'll just spoil the surprise. Hehehehe.

Rainea91- Dawww Thanks! And there's more coming! No doubt :3

Zelda's Hero- I'm zoo sorry for disappointing you! xD But it gets better! You have my word on that. :D And yeah, Venus was harsh. But it was for the good of Erin! Or so she thought...

imafishyhearmeRAWR- Dawww thanks! I'm glad you like teh story! :D I'll keep updating, no worries ^^ I got the ending in my head and hopefully, you'll stick around until the ending hehe.

Once again, I apologize! Damien and Aphrodite are no way in a position to start dating and what's more... Damien's gay. HAHA. But don't worry. It's not gonna last (Of course not) They're just slightly drunk (out of weirdness) and numb (out of love. Sigh) and i totally understand how Aphrodite feels.

Doesn't everyone, though?

Ugh. I make Stevie Rae look like such an ass here. BUT SHE'LL GET NICER HEHEHOHOHHAHAA. And Rephaim, screw you. –points middle finger-

-KyleeeeTammmmm