So like, I just thought about it, and there's no way that they would be getting a signal for their phones underneath Delphic. But it's too late for that lol chapters have been typed.
Chapter Ten
Rixon's POV
My phone buzzed, and I looked down at it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rixon! It's Vee!" Vee chirped from the other end of the phone.
"Well, hello beautiful, how are you?"
Vee Sky. Oh man, the last time I'd been with a bonnie lass so excitable, with so much extra meat on her, and blonde, had to have been a good century ago. She wasn't overly bright, but she was eager, and that was how I liked my women. The best part; she was connected to Nora.
"Oh you! Anyway, I think I'm gonna skip out on this homework. Battle of the Bands is tonight, and Nora invited me. You wanna come with?"
Nora? Invited? Battle of the Bands? I couldn't wrap my brain around it.
"Nora? Are we talking about the same lass?" I asked, shocked. I leaned up in my seat.
"Yes we are. I know right? Scott Parnell invited her, and she doesn't want to go on her own. He had to have given her fake ID, like the one you gave me. Old Nora herself? I personally think she's rebounding. Especially after you told me that she and Patch broke up. I mean, I'm her best friend and…"
I zoned out her words. So, she was with someone else? Interesting. And Patch hadn't stepped in to stop it? Even through a breakup, he had to stay by her side. Unless…
"…I always knew that Patch was bad news for her. Sorry to insult your best friend. But still, she's definitely the type who needs a little more stability in her life…"
What if he wasn't around because he didn't feel the need to be? What if he could no longer sense her? He hadn't brought her up in a couple of days. In fact, he hadn't been around her at all. They hadn't made up, but that would never stop Patch from seeing her, or doing his job as a guardian.
Finally I decided to stop Vee's chattering.
"Well, I wish I could go. Sorry, luv. I'll make it up to you later. I promise. But you go and have some fun. Don't let Nora make some bad decisions on her rebound." By the end of my statement I was practically grinning ear to ear.
"Aww! Okay. I'm going to be the awesome babe I always am and make sure nothing happens to her."
"Go kick ass, luv."
"Talk to you later, babe!" She hung up, and I quickly dialed Patch.
"What's up?"
"Are you doing something tonight?"
"Not at the moment. I'm actually headed to Delphic."
"Stop by my place. I've got some interesting news for you."
"Will do."
Fifteen minutes later, he stopped in front of the door. Here.
I got up and opened the door. Patch looked wary, if not confused.
"Come on in." I plopped back down on my couch, going for nonchalance. He leaned on the wall, clearly on edge. Something was bothering him.
"Marcie giving you a hard time?" I prompted.
"That's putting it lightly. Guarding her would be easy if I couldn't hear instead of feel."
I snorted. "Damn."
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Then he smiled at me. "So what's this information? Please say it has something to do with the Nephilim. Anything to make me busy tonight."
"Skipping out on Marcie duty? And here I thought you were grade-A guardian. What, do you need to go hang bat style in the darkness in your studio?"
"Ha ha. She wants me to go to Battle of the Bands. Last thing I want to do is be around a bunch of thrashing, inebriated humans causing trouble that I'll have to fix."
My grin grew uncontrollably. The news was music to me.
Patch's mouth twisted up higher. "Oh no- I know that look- what is it, Rixon?"
"Oh, just irony, is all. I was just going to tell you that Vee called me." I hinted. He leaned in, very minutely.
"Okay?"
"And she told me-wait for it- Nora is going to Battle of the Bands. With Scott Parnell. Heard of him?"
Patch's entire body froze.
"I couldn't take it in either. Nora Grey, going to Battle of the Bands? Since when did the world's axis shift?" I teased.
He began to chuckle, and then laughs of pure shock began to rack his body. He ran his hands through his hair, and laughed some more.
"I don't know what's more shocking. The fact that she's going to the Battle of the Bands, or that she's going with him."
I could sense the jealousy burn inside of him. He didn't want it to bother him, but it did.
"I mean, you both did go separate ways."
His head jerked towards me. "No, she left me. And Scott Parnell? He's a Nephil." He hissed disgustedly.
I shuddered. "That is…" A Nephil. A half-breed. "Disgusting." Part of me couldn't help feel bad for him. Shirked for a Nephil. How humiliating. But the opportunity was golden. She was slowly driving the wedge between them more and more. Patch hated Nephilim purely on principle.
"Yeah. I guess it's to prove something."
I pretended to ponder something, placing my hand on my chin.
"Here's the thing. Battle of the Bands is fairly rowdy. Not my kind of rowdy either, and that's saying something. I've been a couple of times. If something were to happen, it would happen there."
He folded his arms, frowning. "You're trying to bait me into something."
I shrugged and turned away, then began to pick at a spot on the couch. "I mean, I'm just saying that if he were to try something, he could get away with it there. It's happened before. Gun violence, drugs, robbery, rape. I know the neighborhood; it's really easy to drug a drink and then drag some poor lass into the dark and have a way with her. Can we really trust this Scott fellow? Especially when Nora seems to be trying to make a point, and she's not exactly the strongest girl."
When I looked back at him, he wasn't looking at me. Instead his fingers were pinching the bridge of his nose. Trying not to let my words get to him. Trying to keep his worry in check.
"Rixon. Why would you say something like that? Oh no, and she's proud enough to go in head over heels for a point. And he's an idiot." He groaned.
The more I watched, the more I knew that whatever had happened, right now he couldn't sense her as well as he had before their breakup. If he could, he would have seen something coming, and even if he hadn't, he'd still follow her to make sure she wouldn't get into any danger.
"What could it hurt? And he's a Nephil? Danger tends to lurk around them. Maybe even another Fallen."
He didn't say anything.
"You could even get your own point in there with Marcie."
"I don't want to make a point with Marcie." He whispered, irritated.
"Then what's stopping you from getting your woman back?"
The Archangels and their bullshit, he mindspoke.
"Ahh, right. That doesn't mean that you can't be around her. Just swoop her off her feet and leave before Scott has his wicked way with her. You are her Guardian."
Agh! Dread filled was sharp; stomach dropping. Patch was master at hiding the emotions on his face. Anyone else looking at him would never see. They would think he was contemplating my words. But I didn't need them. I knew. I knew.
"Patch?"
His eyes closed. He was having a vision. I tensed. He quickly turned and walked to the door. I stood up and followed behind him.
"If you really aren't going to go, should I go for you? Vee did invite me, I can look out for her."
He only stopped momentarily and turned towards me. "No. No, I'm going to go. Even if we broke up, I can't let that Nephil go unwatched. Besides, Marcie's decided to go, and she's going to get into some trouble."
"That's a good lad! Give that Nephil a good punch for me."
He didn't even turn. I didn't need him to. I needed to move quickly. I grabbed my phone and called Vee.
"Hello?"
"What time do you think you'll be there? I might actually drop in."
"Yay! And hmm…maybe fifteen minutes or so. I'm going to take the expressway, that way I can get off close by. It's at the Devil's Handbag. I always get lost when I take the backways. It's so dark and scary."
"Take the back road way."
"But I won't get lost taking the backways this time. I'm sure I'll do fine."
"Leave now."
"I'll talk to you later babe!"
Patch would have to take Marcie. He'd have no other reason to go. Which meant I had an extra twenty or so minutes to find Nora. It was delicious. Perfect timing. Perfect chance. I might even add a little theatrics in there to go with the scenery.
When I began to run, my excitement grew. He might still be her guardian in name, but I knew that his senses around her had dulled. He might be losing his status as her guardian, soon to be completely devoted to Marcie. It would explain why he was constantly looking out for Marcie. He'd had a vision about her, despite his worries about Nora. He was being pulled away slowly from her. It was rich. Almost divine. If it were the case, I might possible be able to quickly dispatch of Nora tonight, unseen and unheard. That Nephil? Piece of cake. Maybe I'd even possess this Scott Parnell and use his body. Oh this just gets better! He'd never see me if he were watching for Scott.
Still, I would be careful. I wouldn't push my luck, although something in me was excited by the idea of risking it all for the ease. Never knew if I was just witnessing nothing but pride between the two of them. Feeling positively orgasmic, I hid in the shadows near the Devil's Handbag, searching for my girl.
Nora Grey, alone and out of place, reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. As predicted, Vee was lost.
"I'll come find you." She said, hanging up the phone and walking into the night.
What? Will you really make it this easy? Walking away from the Nephil, wherever he was, and into the dark. Stupid decision- very naïve. All the better for me. I stayed some distance behind, far enough to where she couldn't see me clearly. Let her get lost.
"Vee?" she called, sounding worried.
Suddenly, her head picked up. She began staring at something intensely, although I didn't see anything there. Odd…
She froze. "Dad?"
Dad?
Was she going crazy? Harrison Grey, the man that she knew to be her father, was dead. I made sure of it. Nora took off into a run, which made me move quickly behind her. She began banging on the glass, calling for him. Approaching her, I made myself invisible. I could see nothing. But this had possibilities. I slipped down the stairs and to the back of the building.
Nora stood, having run to the back of the building. Her eyes darted back and forth, her expression anxious. She wanted to run; I could see that. But her curiosity-which was going to get her killed, tonight-kept her there.
"Dad? Where are you?"
Aww, poor lost lamb. Calling for her father, I thought cynically.
"Dad? I'm not leaving."
Very well. If she wanted her father, that's what she'd get. I'd thought Scott would be enough to frighten her, but her own father?
I slipped into the empty house.
The back door is unlocked.
There was a pause. "Dad?" She sounded unsure, as if she no longer trusted me- well, him.
I'm inside, I beckoned. I felt like a Grimm fairytale; two seconds away from going all the better to eat you with my dear!
She wasn't budging, so I went for her sentimentality. Placing the image of her father's hand in her mind, I laid my hand against the window pane.
"Dad? I'm scared," she whispered. She placed her hand against mine, her eyes filled with awe and relief. The way she spoke, it was almost like she'd found the answer to all her problems. Heartbreaking, really, if I cared.
Come inside. I won't hurt you. Come, Nora, I spoke, growing impatient. She began picking at the window, trying to open it. She needed to come to the damn back door! Instead, she slapped her hand against the window again.
"I'm right here, Dad!"
Oh, to hell with all this. I forced her to freeze, and began slowly cracking my fingers through the glass. It was a very nice effect. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pulled forward, yanking her into the bricks. She began screaming, finally catching on that something wasn't right.
"Help! Vee! Can you hear me? Help!" she wailed, trying to get away. She kept thrashing, and it was pissing me off. Stop moving you little fucking whelp! I placed the image of glass slicing through her arm, her blood going everywhere. Painful, isn't it? Shut the hell up!
"Stop! You're hurting me!" The more she panicked, the more violent the image grew, and finally I was ready to break her arm and pull her completely through when she stopped me in my tracks.
"Patch!"
Shit, shit! In my anger and excitement, I'd wasted my time. I had no clue if he was nearby, but if he still had any sense of her left, because she'd directly called he'd come. He'd see her, and he'd see me. I couldn't let that happen. I let her arm go, and she flew onto the ground. Quickly covering my tracks, I made her see a window completely intact. No broken glass, and no familiar face glaring hatefully at her. Confused and panicked, she got up and sprinted away.
Fuck! Enraged, I punched out the rest of the glass. I should have known it wouldn't be so easy. She'd called him. Even in her pride, she'd called him. It was too soon. Okay, calm down. This was an experiment. A fuck up, but also an experiment. To see whether or not it would work. I just needed to watch my steps around Patch, to make sure he wasn't on edge. I could still control this situation. Breathing in and out, I finally walked back out to the sidewalk and towards the Devil's Handbag. As soon as I reached the side of the parking lot, I stepped back into the shadows.
Patch's Jeep was parked in the lot, and he got out of the driver's seat. He paused before he closed it, and rolled his eyes. Closing the door, he walked around and opened the passenger door. Out stepped Marcie Millar, the little harlot herself. The tight little black dress she had was clinging everywhere, and men from the outside of the club eyed her lustfully. The only person who didn't look at her was Patch, even as she wrapped her arm through his.
He honestly has no positive feelings towards her. But, Nora doesn't know that, does she? I mused, watching them. I shrank back as Patch slowly turned, looking around the perimeter, suspicious. Not finding what he was looking for, he turned and walked Marcie into the building.
So:
First- I always thought that it was extremely stupid of Nora to go walking off into the night to find Vee. In a bad neighborhood, you don't know specifically where she is...that is such a bad idea! Like why not wait for Scott to come back, or maybe call Vee while you both were in the car? So many other options!
Second- This theory was a little weird for me to come up with; Rixon would have had no reason to let her arm go unless he thought Patch was still protecting her, but he had to have figured out that they weren't nearly as close otherwise he wouldn't have tried something that night. Also, like Patch, he has to get her to willfully follow him. So, sorry if you don't think it's good enough but that's the best I had.
Third- Ugh, this is why Jedi can't have relationships. Emotions make people not think clearly, and Patch is no exception (his only exception being Nora). He can't help how he feels inside about her, and with Rixon being his close friend it'd be even easier to figure it out.
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