Death ran a hand down Beatrice's warm body as she slept beside him. Though the room was already heated, he pulled the covers over them both, to hide them more than anything. unconsciously she pulled the covers tight around her and pressed closer to Death's chest, her head tucking under his. Though she was smiling you could see on her features that she was exhausted. And who wouldn't be after all that? Except Death of course.
They hadn't even been out of the bedroom since last night. And to be honest, Death was surprised Lana hadn't come up here already with all the noise they were making. Maybe she didn't want to see the two having sex but it wasn't like she hadn't seen it a million times already.
The room was an absolute mess. The nightstand by the bed and its contents had been knocked over, the sheets weren't in there right place and were rather wet, clothes were thrown all over the floor, and the headboard of course, was out of place and was probably missing some screws. It wouldn't be fun to clean all of it up but it was at least fun doing it.
Death watched over her while she slept soundly for most of the day. He hadn't realized he'd made her that tired. Then again they'd been at it throughout the night and most of the morning. At about 3 in the afternoon though, she finally stirred and rolled over slowly. "Oww," she grumbled.
Death chuckled and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Did I hurt you?"
"The fact that you laughed about it says it doesn't matter," she growled., her voice sounding a bit hoarse from sleep and, well, all the noises she was making earlier.
"Oh? Just tell me where it hurts and I'll kiss it for you."
"I don't think you'd want to kiss that particular area," she warned.
"You never know," he whispered into her ear.
Though she wanted to be angry with him she couldn't help but giggle at that. She rolled over to face him and ran her hands up his chest. Then Death sat up on his elbow to lean over her and kiss her while rubbing her hips. He moved down and started to kiss her neck gently, since there were sore bites on it already, and before he could do anything more Beatrice tapped his chest. She shook her head. "No more. I'm so sore...and hungry."
He chuckled and reached for their clothes on the floor. After she got dressed she got up slowly and moved to the window and opened the blinds. "I guess you scared her off?" she asked.
"Or maybe she didn't want to hear us anymore."
"We were that loud?" Beatrice snickered to herself. "Oh well. Now she knows how it feels," she crossed her arms.
Death nodded in agreement and then wondered if she'd heard the plan about them leaving soon. He came up from behind her and wrapped his arm around her. "Did you hear what I told her last night?"
"No. What'd you tell her?"
"That you would be gone by next week."
Beatrice's lips pursed and she seemed slightly shocked. "Where are we going?" she almost whispered.
"Anywhere you want, at least until your birthday. Then we have to leave Earth."
"Why my birthday? And what do you mean leave Earth?"
"Well, the Council, which unfortunately are my...masters," he scowled, "Wanted you to leave Earth after you turn sixteen. I'm sure it doesn't matter when exactly you leave but I figure it would be a good present. And when I say leave Earth I mean we're going back to my home. Another planet, so to speak."
"Why does the Council want me gone from here?" Beatrice asked with concern. "And...another planet? You mean you're sort of like an...alien?"
"Why don't you leave the questions for later?"
"I want to know now," she said quietly. She'd already turned around to face him so she put her arm around his neck, sort of as a way to get her answers.
"You aren't fully human is all they said. And yes, I'm like an alien. I'm not Human. I'm from a race called the Nephilim."
"Are there any other Nephilim?"
"Only four are left," he sighed. "When we go back to my home you...might be able to meet them."
"Might?"
"Well, I don't know if they would approve of...us."
"Oh." Beatrice looked down in shame and Death lifted her head back up.
"I didn't mean anything bad by it," he said. Beatrice nodded but he was unconvinced. "They're on the same mission I am," he told her to get her mind off of it. "Maybe you'll have other humans to talk to. Or whatever race you might be from."
"Yay, maybe I'll get to name my own race," she said without enthusiasm.
Death couldn't think of a reply for that one so since her arm was already around him he slipped his hand under his legs and lifted her up. "Let's go get your food," he said.
"I'm quite capable of walking."
"But you're sore. We need you better by tonight," he purred with his lips to her forehead as he carried her down the steps.
She smirked and blushed, though she tried to hide the redness. "Keep it up and you're going to ruin my sleep schedule," she smiled.
"You'll have to adjust anyways when we go to my home."
"I see," she said after he set her down in the kitchen. "What's your home like?"
"From the outside it doesn't look like much. It's an underground structure. But downstairs it's fairly large. I've added a lot over the years."
"When you say years...How many do you mean?" she asked sheepishly. "I mean, how old are you?"
Death clenched his teeth and looked away from her. "Old enough. But to me, age is just a number."
"I'd hope so..." Beatrice muttered after pulling out some cereal and milk. She plopped down at the bar and winced from the soreness.
"What do you mean?" Death asked curiously.
"I mean...I feel...Young."
"You are," he laughed.
"I know. But too young to have...done what I have. With you."
"You're having regrets?"
"Nope. I just...I don't know," she shrugged and took a spoonful of cereal to her mouth. "I thought you were supposed to be, you know, more...skeletal?" she giggled after she finished chewing, more to herself then him.
"The Council gave me this disguise for Earth," he explained.
"What do you really look like?"
"Well I'm not an actual skeleton if that's what you're thinking. Why don't you just wait and find out?"
She smiled and sighed impatiently. "So much waiting."
"I know," he said sitting down beside her and rubbed her back while she finished.
"So...Can I ask something?" she suddenly said.
"You've already asked a million questions. Why get permission now?"
"Well...I feel strange asking this one..."
"Ask away."
"Well," shyly she paused for a moment and then asked, "Is God real?"
Death frowned and looked at her with concern. She instantly thought she'd asked the wrong question but he answered anyways, in a way that, perhaps, couldn't be damaging. "The angels believe so. The demons...they...don't speak of him much unless they're insulting him."
"Naturally," Beatrice agreed.
"There was a God, Beatrice," he said gently. "But whether he's still watching over us or not is unknown to anyone. Some of the high Angels say that they still communicate with him, but no one can be certain."
Beatrice nodded and smiled in an attempt to show him she was happy with the answer, because his expression said he wasn't confident in what he said. He smiled back for a second and then it disappeared again. "Oh joy," he said looking towards the front door. "I hear that damned car pulling up."
"Lana!?" Beatrice yelled.
Death nodded.
"Good. I can't wait for her to say something." Beatrice jumped up and put up the milk and bowl as Death watched her curiously.
The door knob jiggled for a moment and then Lana pushed the door open and slammed it loudly behind without looking up. She walked towards the kitchen and finally looked up. She jumped back with surprise and scowled. She gave Death a filthy look and then looked to Beatrice. "I see you two are done f*cking,"she hissed and rolled her eyes. "Couldn't help but hear, considering your bedroom is right above mine."
Beatrice stepped up and got so close to Lana you couldn't put a pencil between them. "Don't start that sh*t," Beatrice growled. "It isn't like I haven't spent most of my life listening to you f*ck every man in the neighborhood who isn't happily married!"
"Don't get that attitude with me just because you think you're grown now," Lana said calmly. "Getting d*ck doesn't make you grown!"
Beatrice shoved Lana against the bar roughly and Death stood up in shock. But hey, who was he to stop it?
"Apparently not! Because you've gotten so much, yet it obviously hasn't helped you grow up and be a mother! And if it were true I guess I would have grown up last year, right? Because of you. Or does it have to be willful?"
"You are still trying to make me feel sorry for you over that, aren't you?" she laughed.
Beatrice growled and punched Lana square in the nose...hard. Shocked, Lana stared at Beatrice with her mouth open. She touched her nose which was now draining with red liquid and her eyes teared up, not from emotion but simply from the pain. Without a pause to look, Beatrice went to the liquor cabinet and got out the bottle Lana didn't finish yesterday. Death simply stepped out of the way and enjoyed the show. "Here you go, mother!" Beatrice shoved the bottle into her hands. "This should take the pain away. It's the solution to everything right?"
"Stop!" Lana yelled, her voice cracking a bit. "Stop," she said again, only quieter this time.
"No!" Beatrice pushed her against the bar again, the bottle dropping and shattering on the ground. "Say something else about me and him," she motioned to her and Death with her hand. "Complain about something you haven't done around me. Can you even name something bad you haven't done around me?"
Lana sobbed once and covered her still bleeding nose. "I can't! Okay, you little b**ch!?"
Beatrice slapped her across the face and stared at her ferociously. "Say something else, oh my God I want to hit you more. Just say something else. Give me a reason!"
"Okay," Death chuckled. "Calm down, Dark Princess. She's not going to listen to you."
Beatrice laughed and smiled but shook her head. "But it feels so damn good."
Still in shock, Lana just stared at her lunatic daughter. Death finally put his arm around her and lead her out of the kitchen while still laughing at the whole situation. He set her down on the couch and Beatrice shook her head. "I should have done that years ago."
"Just calm down,"Death told her. "You don't need to-" without even letting him finish Beatrice kissed him mid sentence. He closed his eyes but pushed her back after a second. "Get...yourself...anymore sore..." he finished.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Beatrice said. "I just got excited."
"So I see," Death grunted.
"But you're right," Beatrice looked to Death and then Lana. "There is nothing I could say that would help her. And you know what, I'm not going to try anymore. Let her punishment be living in this hell for the rest of her life. Sure, it'll be all party and fun at first. But then she'll see. She'll wake up and see. And I hope she kills herself over it when she does." She jumped up and walked upstairs quickly without even waiting for Death. In fact, he stayed on the couch for another long minute, listening to Lana's sobs.
"I wish she would have hit you harder," he said coldly before getting up and going upstairs.
I had a dream similar to this so I just fit it in here. xP
Now to answer some reviews!
DecepticonQueen, Thanks ^.^ But I can make it!
MMiladinoca & Strange Demise, Don't worry. They will meet Mr. Rapist again before leaving. And there will be blood... E: Mwahaha!
THE5dead, (might have answered this one a little late) Death told her to call him whatever she'd like. After joking about calling him FeFe she said, "How about something more biblical?" so he told her to just to call him "the legendary Horseman Death." All in chapter 12. No Draven :) I should have used that though...oh well.
Dead ghost hope, I would, but, I've already got what will happen with Strife planned out. :( And I know, hardly anyone ever writes about Fury. Maybe because there isn't many guy writers for Darksiders? Idk. But don't worry, Fury will come soon enough :)
And to all the other reviewers, favoriters, and followers, MANY THANKS! :DD