CHAPTER 11

Author's Note at the end

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Gabriella rubbed her eyes and tried to pull herself out of the strong arms around her. Troy purred behind her and deeply moaned in comfort. She stood and fixed her undies then yawned loudly with a strange stretch and snuck out the room and got ready to set foot downstairs to get something to eat but she stopped at the top of the stairs and gazed down both sides of the slightly lit hallway and turned down to her right to look at the rooms. She went down to the last door and opened it.

There was writing all over the walls and she recognized Troy's huge loopy but neat cursive across the beige-yellow paint.

She read one that caught her eye that was written in a dark purple marker, "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, a tooth for a tooth and no one eats. A finger for another and no one works, a mind for a mind means there are thieves."

Gabriella frowned and repeated the last line to herself but didn't think much of it once she couldn't figure it out. She glanced around at the beautiful paintings on the walls and tried to decipher the scribbles on the paper taped there also.

Gabriella looked over to the table and above the lamp said in blood, "May silence make you strong."

She sat at the desk and her stomach rumbled loudly while she skimmed over the sketches and poetry. The room looked a mess and soon she heard scraping and looked around the room surprised.

She looked up to the wall and read, "Get out." She leaped up quickly but stopped and turned to the other side of the room when she saw the broken vase on the floor. She smiled realizing it was a moment to impress her self and reassembled the vase with her mind and set it on the table. Suddenly, a white wispy smoke came from the jar and started to take the shape of some hunched over being, the black holes, in what she guessed was it's head, for eyes enticed her to go closer to it.

She heard the door behind her slam against the wall and before she knew it she was pushed into the desk chair and Troy pushed the vase to the floor again, the white wisp of smoke going with it.

He turned to her, nose flared and eyes widened angrily.

"Explain." Troy said in a tight voice.

"I was curious." She said with a tiny smirk at her predicament. In front of her stood half naked Troy who just saved her from some kind of spirit. She got up.

"Well, what's for breakfast?" She gave him their usual morning greeting with a kiss on the nose and laced fingers with him. He relaxed a bit and looked around the room.

"Don't come in here without me okay?" Troy said with a smile. Gabriella giggled and nodded.

"Yes, Troy." She pulled him out the room and down the stairs.


The steam filled the bathroom when he stepped in but it wasn't from heat, it was from the frosty temperature Gabriella turned her shower water to. He had his towel wrapped around his waist and his body temperature dropped, ignoring the help of the flimsy piece of cotton material.

The radiator was whistling trying to generate heat in the small room. Troy dangerously uncovered himself and stepped in the shower behind her. He turned the water up little until it was at least decently warm and wrapped his arms around her then nicked the space below her ear. Gabriella frowned and turned to him and reached to change it back to her comfortable setting. He pulled her hand away and placed it on his chest and kissed her softly. Their kiss was minty and hot.

"Where are you taking me today?"

"We're going to tour the city that's a short walk from here, get lunch at this Greek place where we'll eat gyros, and then we'll take the 4 hour trip back to campus so you and Taylor can get ready for your so called annual Spring Fling sleepover."

Gabriella giggled at that then rubbed soap on his chest and kissed him again.


Their hands swung in between them casually and Gabriella chewed on her tall stick of rock candy as they strolled to the Greek Restaurant Troy promised lunch at.

She hadn't looked at her watch yet but didn't make any motion to. She was having a great time and didn't even bother to ask where they were either. Troy held the door open for her and told the tall lady behind the desk about the table for two they had reserved.

She called a waiter and handed him menus and he leaded them to a table by the corner. She sat in the corner of the booth and Troy sat in front of her with a grin. The restaurant was light and airy with a beautiful setting and beach kind of feel. Then she saw it.

"Troy, did one of your little demon friends follow you?" Gabriella asked in a cautious whisper. Troy looked swiftly and laughed. "

No, their just mischievous ones looking for some fun." Troy watched and sat comfortably. Gabriella grimaced at the word fun in a discussions about demons. One demon imitated a voluptuous woman at a table, apparently trying to impress the bored man in front of her.

Gabriella reached across the table and pulled one of Troy's drumming fingers, he smirked and leaned forward.

"When we get to the house we don't have to get ready right away you know."

Gabriella returned his sensual tone, "Well, Troy, not everyone likes the heat."

"You do." She giggled at his short answer.

"I have never confided that in you."

Troy frowned and looked over to the demon walking their way. Troy waved and flashed a fang and the demon halted and recognized their faces. It ran off the other direction and told its friends with a point their way.

"One blew a kiss to you." Troy winked at Gabriella, she blushed and smiled in their direction then glared when she heard the snickers bubbling past Troy's soft lips.

She sat back and looked at the menu, "A chicken gyro sounds good." She said changing the subject.

"Gabs, this isn't any Greek restaurant." Troy pulled down her menu to meet her eyes.

"Well, what? They don't sell gyros? That is strange." She babbled on.

Troy laughed. "Does anybody even look normal here?"

She took a moment to look at the people at the tables a few were a little pale, others a little too flushed, and then the one woman she had judged earlier confirmed it all with her smile. She was in a Greek restaurant for Greek speaking supernatural beings.

"Oh."

Troy grinned at her and leaned across the table to kiss her. She pulled away swiftly, afraid to draw attention.

"But what about those tiny demons no one noticed?"

"They hid themselves. We saw them because they can't hide from us."

"So these people are all angels, demons, spirits, the supernatural?" She grimaced as she thought of the ghoul she encountered that morning.

"Yeah. In some way." He chuckled.

"Wow." She frowned and realized people were looking at them strangely.

"Are we like celebrities?" She asked while trying to conceal her face.

"I guess, if that's what you want to call us... It's more like Hierarchy." He smiled.

"We're up here," Troy put his hand above his head, "And most of these people are kind of down here, most only heard of us and others read auras. We're like royalty since we were the first created. Not in a snooty way though." Gabriella nodded her head and put down her menu.

A little girl came over and smiled and Gabriella gave him a freaked look, not sure what to do. Troy raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"May I hug you?" the little girl asked in a small voice.

Gabriella giggled and reached forward then enveloped the little girl in her arms tightly. Troy bit his lip and his heart raced in his chest as he thought of their own children.

The little girl ran off with a quick smile back and Gabriella looked at Troy nervously.

"Was I not supposed to hug her?"

Troy shrugged and looked off in the direction the girl went off into. "She's not someone's kid you know. She a little child's guardian, she must of ordered take out. Angels can't have children. Angels don't have sex, period." Troy grinned.

"Wait then how will we have kids?"

"I can tell you that we can, probably will be difficult, but I don't know what else to tell you." Troy snapped his fingers for a waiter.


"Why do you write on the walls?"

"Because boys don't keep diaries." Troy smiled.

They were floating comfortably above the plush red rug that lied in the middle of the floor of Troy's room. They're hands were linked behind them and the places their wings were glowed bright under their shirts, waiting anxiously to be extended and used. Gabriella looked around the room and sighed.

"Write something about me." Gabriella grinned.

"I already did." Troy chuckled.

Troy pointed to the far corner and Gabriella smiled softly. "Dark brown hair, soft voilet gaze, my fallen angel."

Gabriella giggled and Troy bit his lip consciously. Gabriella's eyes turned a deep purple color and she gave him a smug look. Troy shook his head and looked toward the door suspiciously.

"When should we get ready to leave?" she asked.

"Around 3 will give us enough time to get to the cafeteria for dinner." Gabriella moved a little closer to him and looked at their joined shadows on the floor. "Why aren't there any windows?"

Troy shrugged. "You wanted it that way I guess. Remember I'm only a guest." Gabriella nodded thoughtfully.

"You never told me you were an artist, Troy."

"You never asked, Gabriella." He retorted. She frowned slightly at the dark and dramatic tales his paintings told, she poked his side.

"Are you depressed?"

"I'm not quite sure I have the definition of that word yet." He smirked. "Why can't somebody be unhappy without being depressed, why can't someone do something so dramatic but drone that it looks depressed and their the happiest people in the world."

"Troy, that's called being bipolar." She giggled.

"I don't understand, that either. Why must humans classify everything? If you have a tail and drool your some kind of canine, what if I just had a disability, a rare hair disorder makes me a yeti?" Troy prodded. Gabriella laughed at him and shook her head.

"I'm not sure, I think it makes us feel smart."

Troy grimaced. "You're not human."

"But I've been here long enough to be one."

Troy sighed and his head rolled off to the side. "I have so many impolite things to say to some of the idiots you call friends also. But it's not my place."

Gabriella snorted and punched his side. "Shutup, Troy."

"I'm sorry." He chuckled himself. He sat up and folded his legs and Gabriella watched him, trying to get comfortable without him leaning there.

"Have you thought about leaving with me?"

"Leaving to go where?"

"Heaven, or maybe even to stay here." Troy smiled.

"Like not finishing high school?" Gabriella shook her head, "At least let me be legal so Mama doesn't worry."

Troy sighed. "I wish I could wait in Hell. It wouldn't be so long. "Here your days are 24 hours long, ours is only eight. I don't know how you do it."

"I've gotten used to it." Gabriella said softly.

The room was now full with tension. She knew she shouldn't get under his skin since he was so violent but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to test him, it made her wonder what days alone with him would be like. Would he eventually get fed up and knock the head off her shoulders?

"No, I wouldn't." he answered. He gave a woeful smile and she looked away. "I'd never be able to hit you."

"But you'd get in my face?"

"Yeah, why not? You're as strong as I am, you could push me away if you wanted."

"I don't want to, you're violent and scary." She grinned.

"Oh?" he chuckled. "I've never been violent with you."

"Well, your reactions to certain things is pretty violent, Troy."

"I'll admit to scary, but never violent. I doubt I get that upset!" Troy laughed.

"Why do they send people to check up on us?" she asked suddenly.

"I'm not sure." Troy shrugged. They sat silently this time. He looked up at the ceiling and puffed out his cheeks reading some of the scribbles and nonsense he had written on the once white ceiling.


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