xXx
"What I don't understand is how they got the blood of Lucifer in the first place." Fang's aims his words at Dylan who's leaning back in his chair looking like he's about to fall asleep.
He lolls his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at Fang, his bored façade unfaltering, "We've been through this. We don't sell that stuff, not even black market, which, trust me, is saying something." He drones in a monotone and waves Fang off, "Besides, you really think Lucifer goes round slicing a wrist saying 'here have some!'. I don't know how they got it or from who but I'm damn set on finding out. The second Betrayers lay hands on something like that we're all screwed. We can't just have Lucifer blood floating around. Do you know what crap that stuff can cause? Definitely not good for business."
Fang's in a much better mood now that he had been an hour ago but I can tell he's still not happy with Dylan – who Iggy explained what his Demon contact and the person who helped keep the effects of the blood at bay – and he has good reason, I mean he is a Demon and Fang is anAngel. I never expected them to get on.
I'm sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around me and his chin resting on my shoulder, if it weren't for the death glare he's shooting at Dylan it would be very relaxing.
"How can you find that out, though? If it's such a massive thing for Lucifer Blood to be accessible then sure;y whoever got it would have covered their tracks?"
Dylan's ocean blue eyes glint with mischief, "I have my ways."
"Alright, I think we've done enough brainstorming for today. Max you should probably get some rest." Iggy interrupts because it's fairly obvious Fang's about to make a snappy remark.
I nod in agreement, I still felt dead tired even after my long nap after the attack and admittedly I didn't feel like listening to Dylan and Fang go at each other for the next two hours.
I stand up, Fang's hand still in mine and smile in thanks at Iggy.
Fang follows me out without a word of protest and I can hear Dylan chuckling from his seat. We walk down the dusty hall back to the room I'd woken up in, I can year the distant rush of cars close by and the glare of streetlights are blocking out the stars from the window.
I climb into the bed and scoot over so Fang can get in too.
He pulls me to his chest and I get comfy because I have a feeling it's going to be a long night. His chest is the perfect pillow and I rest my head against it with my arm slung loosely around his waist, eyes drooping already.
"Sweet dreams." Fang breathes in my ear, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on my back and the next second I'm gone.
Screams and fire, fire everywhere. No matter where I look, if I close my eyes and block my ears it doesn't make a difference, bright reds, yellows and oranges dance behind my closed lids and I can still hear the screams that never cut off. A high-pitched wailing that pierces my ears and makes my head throb.
I whimper as the fire licks at my skin, I can feel the heat but when I look down I'm unharmed. It's burning me, such an intense inferno that I want to crawl into a ball and cry.
There's movement in the wall of flames surrounding me, a shape is forming like the flames themselves are making up the creature that suddenly stands in front of me. He looks so familiar, black tousled hair swept into his midnight eyes. It takes me a second but when I see his massive wings spread out behind him I gasp.
"Fang?" I stutter, unable to connect Fang with this hellish nightmare, why would he be here? Maybe he was here to take me away from this horrible place. But then he smirks at me but it doesn't make my heat flutter, instead it makes my blood run cold and a lump to grow in my throat.
His midnight eyes have taken a hard edge, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. "You're mine now." his voice has changed; it's a hard and rough and gravely sound that makes me take a step back, my stomach twisting.
As I stare at him in horror, my eyes wide, he changes. I can't tell what changed first or last but I realise that instead of Fang standing before me it's now Dylan with his suffocating black wings swirling menacingly and looming over me making me feel like a child, so different from the glossy black raven of Fang's. His ocean eyes glimmer with satisfaction, a lopsided smile tipping the corner of his lips. "He can't save you." He sings and then laughs, the sound causing me wince.
Dylan then morphs into Iggy, ocean eyes turning crystalline and golden hair taking on a reddish tinge. "No one can."
"Max!" A distance voice cries, desperate and pleading.
I feel arms on my shoulders and I find a faceless man's arms wrapped around me, he too has wings but they're worse than even Dylan's smoky wings. It's like they're dead, an almost translucent skin shaded a sickly brown stretched to the limit over thin bones that are visible through the skin, torn and ripped and in some places burned. Bile rises in the back of my throat as they close in around me, "No!" I scream, struggling to get out of his grasp only to have it tighten every time I move, "No! Please!" I sob, the fire rearing up and licking at my skin leaving angry red welts behind.
"Max, wake up honey! Please wake up!" The voice begged.
My eyes snap open but the burning remains. I glance down at my arms but they're unmarked, no sign of the inferno that was going to burn me alive. I'm shaking hard, sweat sticking my hair against my skin and tears tracking down my cheeks. A sob breaks through my lips and then I'm encased in two strong arms that seem alien for a moment but just when I'm about to push him away my nightmare still fresh in my mind he breathes my name with such tenderness I know it's the real Fang. I clutch him desperately, breathing in sunlight and revelling in the sizzle of heat that courses through my veins. It's so different from my nightmare and so comforting the tears come harder.
"Ssh, I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you." Fang murmurs, kissing my forehead, then my cheeks then pressing his lips to mine gently.
I cling to him for what seems like hours with my face buried in his neck feeling the fast pulse against my cheek. Finally the tears dry up and my breathing slows but I don't let Fang go.
He reaches behind his neck where my hands are clasped and gently pulls then down.
My eyes are sore from crying and still a little blurry but I can make out the concern colouring his twinkling eyes.
I take a shaky breath, meeting his gaze full on.
His hand comes up to caress my cheek and remove the last evidence of my tears. "Tell me about it." he asks gently, leaning down to press his forehead against mine.
I'm caught between telling him everything and keeping it to myself for reasons I can't explain. I settle for sliding my arms around him and attaching our lips, I know it won't get him to forget the question I've obviously just avoided but I'm hoping he'll let it drop for now.
Sensing that I'm not in the mood to talk he returns the kiss, it's sweet and gentle and everything I need right now.
I eventually fall asleep again, curled against Fang with my hand fisting his shirt.
xXx
When I wake up in the morning it's to a very, very loud squeal coming from outside the room. I'm surprised it doesn't wake Fang but he doesn't even shift. Well I'm guessing that answers my question about if he sleeps.
Instead of our position last night Fang's lying on his side with one obsidian wing draped over me, I can feel his breath on the back of my neck; his lips tickling my skin. The feathers of his wings are so soft and comforting I find myself running my fingers over them absentmindedly. That wakes him up, his breathing changes slightly but it's enough to let me know he's awake and he squeezes my hip where one of his hands has rested during the night.
"Morning." I hum continuing to stroke his feathers.
He kisses my neck and I can feel his lips form a smile, "Good morning." He tightens his grip on my hip and brings me closer to him, all the while his lips never leaving my skin.
I almost completely forget about what had woken me up but then the door's thrown open and Nudge barges in with a massive grin on her face. "You're awake!" She all but screams beaming happily at me. "Oh I was so sure we were too late, I mean Dylan worked fast but there was always the chance that it wasn't enough and then you didn't wake up and I was so worried and then you go and wake up when I'm asleep!" She tries to look angry about the last part but she can't keep the smile off her face.
"Sorry Nudge, I'll try not to wake up until you're in the room next time." I say flatly making her laugh.
"Well thank you," She giggles then turns more serious, "We have visitors that Iggy wants you to meet." She announces before bouncing out the room.
I groan unwilling to get out of bed just yet and Fang seems to agree, he peppers my shoulder with kisses leading a scorching trail behind.
I twist so that I can capture his lips in a lazy kiss and that's nothing like the kiss we shared the night before. I'm glad he's not asking about my nightmare because I honestly never want to think of it ever again. I push it to the back of my mind and let myself get lost in the kiss only to be rudely interrupted a second later.
"As much as I hate to break up this touching little moment," Dylan drawls boredly, "There're people waiting for you so get your asses out of bed."
I jump, completely not expecting him and whip my head over to him, my cheeks flaming.
He's lazily leaning against the doorframe, an almost amused expression on his face.
Fang glares icily at him, "Get out Dylan." He all but growls pulling me protectively towards him.
I bite back a smile at this, I honestly don't understand Fang's reaction whenever Dylan and I are in the same vicinity, I have a feeling it's more than just the fact that he's a Demon.
Dylan grins, "Aw but Fangy!" He whines and adds a pout for good measure before he leaves laughing all the way.
We get up as we're told and I comb my fingers through my hair as we head towards the equivalent of a lounge in this place.
Iggy and Nudge are laughing and chatting away to two people I've never seen before on one side of the room with Dylan lounging on the beat up sofa on the opposite side. He's muttering and shaking his head unhappily to himself, his eyes trained on the newcomers.
Fang freezes in the doorway effectively bringing me to a halt too since our hands are linked.
I look back at him curiously to find his midnight eyes sparkling with shock and confusion.
"Fang?" I question and as I speak the room goes quiet. I turn to find out why and the two newcomers, both tall with matching golden curls and bright blue eyes are staring at us. The girl's hair is pulled up into a bun but most of the elegant curls have escaped and now frame her angelic face. The other one whom I'm assuming is related to her somehow because he looks exactly like her only the male version opens his mouth to speak only for the girl to interrupt.
"Mon Dieu! It's really you!" She gasps excitedly, a massive grin spreading across her face and exposing rows of perfect white teeth.
"Selene?" Fang whispers, voice laced with surprise.
This chapter was originally six pages long… but then I decided to shorten it, be prepared for some serious drama next chappie though.
Any guesses on who Selene could be? And Max's nightmare, does it mean anything? Is it a side-effect of Lucifer's blood or just a bad dream? I dunno, we'll have to wait and see ;-) So I hope that was sufficiently drama-filled and I'm keeping it interesting, if not I apologise.
How cool is bad Dylan? Lol I think he's awesum, not awesum enough to end up with Max but still pretty awesum. Much better than good-two-shoes-suck-uppy-perfect Dylan from the books. He annoys the crap out of me.
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