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Chapter 25

Chloe trudged up the apartments stairs, cursing the elevator for being in repair. Cursing Mai's for having someone weird infatuation with penthouse apartments. She tugged Alek's leather jacket closer together. It also so happens that the apartments heating was broken. And to day of all days it had to be freezing cold. She could hear Alek's light grace like footsteps behind her, and scowled, jealous of how quiet he could be, and how loud hers sounded to her ears. Her father had come and gone, like chocolate cake set in front of a fat kid. And instead of crying and such, she had phoned the number she'd received from her father, and asked for an address. Seeing how she was the uniter, the women agreed that sooner than later was better, and headily gave Chloe her address.

Chloe opened the push door, that leaded towards the hallway. Her hand outstretched as she held it open for Alek. Chloe was anxious and nervous as to what this women would have to say. Alek had been quiet ever since her father had left, and Chloe suspected it had something to do with what they'd find out. As Alek walked passed the arch way of the doors, Chloe grabbed his hand, and clasped hers and his together. Squeezing for to reassure him, that she was here. She watched in confusion as a pained smiled spread across is plump lips. Chloe wanted to lean up on her tippy toes, and give him a light kiss.

"Uniter" A light female voice, called out. Chloe who was a bit put off because she couldn't kiss Alek, turned to the direction of the voice. An older lady stood there leaning in the doorway, wearing what Chloe would considered to be called granny pants, and a long-sleeved purple shirt. Over all she looked very grandma like. Like a women who would give you cookies, and milk when you came over, or fluff a pillow for you before you sit down on her couch.

"Its just Chloe," she told the women standing in the door way. Chloe guessed that the women waited out in the hallway, for her. It didn't make Chloe feel better, or smug, it kind of made her annoyed. The only reason people or Mai's were nice to her was because she was the Uniter. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if she was just a Mai, no uniter title, would they have protected her as much as they do now. Would they even care about her?

"Alright, Chloe and?" She asked motioning towards Alek's tense frame, he mumble out his name, not as confident as he usually was.

After that, the lady who told them her name was Charlotte, ushered them in, and brang them to sit in the dinning room table. Chloe who hadn't told the women, when she had phoned what she wanted, rushed to explain, and ask the question. The very question that Chloe knew had Alek on his toes, that made him tense. She wondered if he was hiding something from her. And than her mind went into overdrive, like it usually does when she thinks to much. She wondered if he had more powers, another visor, and than it came to something that really scared Chloe. Was Alek just with her, like in a relationship with her because of this whole bond or whatever they have? Was he doing it because that's what he thinks was told of him. It was funny how before Chloe never doubted Alek had feelings for her, well she did doubt it, but never doubted the reason. Chloe's leg began to bounce as the women rushed out of the dinning room, looking for the book. The very book they had brought back from England.

"Anything you want to tell me?" Chloe said, turning in the high class chair, and facing Alek. She watched as three different emotions crossed over his face. Guilt, fear, and what Chloe thought to be affection, or love. Chloe's mouth opened to ask him, what he was hiding but before a word could even escape her lips Charlotte came back into the room, carrying the heavy book.

The women sat down slowly, as she gently placed the book down. Chloe bit her lip, when they had the book they had never had took care of it. They almost got it stolen, at the same time Alek had almost got killed. Charlotte opened up the book carefully, her fingers drawing light circles over words, as she read the exact passage Chloe and Alek had read. Charlotte looked up at both of them a large smile on her face, before closing the book shut.

"Darling," Charlotte sighed towards Alek, "you know don't you?"

Chloe's eye brows raised up. Alek had been hiding something from her. Chloe turned to him in her chair, she could feel tears welling in the back of her eyes, her throat knotting up. Alek was supposed to be her best friend, her boyfriend for god sakes, he was supposed to tell her everything. He was hiding something, that was important to them, would explain why the order is attacking more frequently. The man she loved, didn't even show enough respect to her by telling her important information.

"Even with out reading I would know it." Alek told the women sourly. And Chloe's heart beat went frantic.

"Would you like to tell her?" Charlotte asked Alek kindly, her small wrinkled hand reaching over the table and patting his. Chloe didn't know what would hurt her more, for Alek to tell her, or for this elderly lady too.

"It'd be more professional, if you did so." Alek told the lady, moving his hand from under Charlotte's and gripping the table, and picking himself up and off the chair. Chloe looked up at him, her face screwed up in a look of confusion, and pain. He wanted to sooth her, and tell her that it wasn't anything bad. Well he'd hope she didn't think so. It was just something that he shouldn't have to tell her yet. She wanted to take her time. Be slow with there relationship. But by telling her what they had to tell her, it was going to speed their relationship up to end of the race. And he didn't know for sure if they'd get first place.

Chloe watched in dismay as Alek walked, back straight, shoulders tense, out of the high class dinning room. Chloe looked away from her boyfriend, and towards Charlotte.

"Кровпожертвованадлякохання, буде awaken дарункидовірногоохоронця." Charlotte recited, the words sounding real, as if Charlotte had been speaking Ukrainian her whole life. Which Chloe found the possibility was high. "Have you heard this before?"

"I think so," Chloe told her. Sometimes Chloe wished that instead of claws, and slit eyes, that they had photogenic memory. That would have helped her so much., in many, many things in her life. But she was fairly certain that Alek had read the same passage, same sentence, when they had went to England.

"Do you know what it means sweat heart?" Charlotte asked kindly. Chloe thought that if Charlotte would be an amazing grandmother, that's if she doesn't have any.

"No,"

"The blood sacrificed for love, will awaken the gifts to the true guardian." Charlotte told her, her voice honey sweat, her face calming, even soothing. But Chloe didn't feel soothed, her heart rate picked up, she felt like she couldn't breath. "That's the translation."

Chloe, not knowing how, found her self all the way across the room, stalking out of the dinning room without a second glance at the elderly lady. Her mind was on overdrive, her body was moving her, nothing seemed to feel real. Her heart was beating to fast, her mind was hazy, her fingers were shaking, and everything she saw was tinted with a light blur. Alek loved her. The only way he could be guardian, is if he loved her.

"Chloe," Alek said moving away from the opposite wall from her. His movements slow, and hesitant. Chloe just stood there, watching as he moved closer to her. Now that she was standing a short distance, one that kept getting smaller as he walked towards her, she didn't know what to do. What was one supposed to say when the guy she loves, loves her, when the reason why he has to go through all this traumatic is because of the simple fact that he loves her. She closes her eyes, her jaw clenching and unclenching. Her ears were ringing and it her head was pounding.

Chloe opened her eyes at the feeling of Alek's large warm hands cupping her face. He was looking down at her with so much passion, his eyes seemed to consume her, as he looked down at her. His eyes averting everywhere as if he was trying to memorize her face. He's body was so close her body could feel his heat, his warmth and it almost made her forget about what she just learned. And than he looked down at her lips, licked his, and backed away. His hands dropping away from her face.

"I'll forget about, anything, everything if you want. Just please forget that." He told her, pain filling his voice. Chloe watched with sadden eyes as a frown played on his lips, as all that warmth, and passion that had filled his eyes moments ago disappeared.

"Why?" She asked, confused. She wasn't upset that he loved her. She was ecstatic, she wanted to jump for joy. But because he loved her, he would go through pain. A lot. And apart of her wished, the un-elfish part, that he didn't love her. Because the people she loved, the people who are close to her, usually end up dead. But she knew not to push him away again. She had tried it, before she had such strong feelings for him, before he knew of her feelings, and it still hadn't worked.

She was shocked. She was scared. For him.

"I know you wanted to start off slow," he continued, running his long fingers, one Chloe thought would make for a good pianist, through his golden mane. His eye brows knitted together in obvious pain.

"I don't want to forget it."

And than she's moving. Moving towards him. Her arms wrapping around his narrow waist. Pulling him close to her, but leaving a few centimetres in the space between each others lips. Chloe not hesitating in the slightest leaned up a captured his lips in hers. Putting as much passion into the kiss that her lips would allow, that was appropriate when in someone's home. As Chloe lips slid across Alek's, she couldn't help but think this was the best kiss she had ever experienced in general, and from Alek. She could feel how much love he had for her. She whole being glowing. It was funny how the softest of kisses could portray someone's love to them, and how the roughest and the most passionate of kisses could do the same. Chloe didn't know what to classify this kiss as, it was both soft and sweet but full with passion and love. The kiss wasn't a normal one, but that was just what they were. They weren't normal, they were extraordinary beings Chloe realized, so its pretty fitting if there kiss was extraordinary. And as their kiss came to an end, Alek pulled her closer, leaning his forehead on hers for a moment, before dropping his head to her shoulder, pulling her, bring her closer to him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers in her ear. And her heart started beating uncontrollably because Alek understood her like no one else. He understood that in some weird way by wanting to start slow, and progress in time was her way of controlling what was going on in her life. The only thing Chloe could really control. But they couldn't go back to just boyfriend and girlfriend. Those words felt raw in her mouth. They were lovers now, and that changed everything. Not in a bad way, no Chloe was ecstatic. No it would change her control over the relationship. What was after lovers? After the 'I love you's were said. She had never gone this far, barely had a boyfriend. Well if Brian even counts as one. She couldn't rely on movies or magazines to guide her like most normal teenagers did. Because lets face it Chloe is the furthest thing from normal.

A/N: A lot of authors will say that reviews motivate a writer to continue to write, or to continue to post more frequently. And its very true. When I read a review from one of my readers it makes me want to write a chapter right in that moment, to make them happy. And it makes writing more fun knowing that when you complete it and post it, people with review it, tell you if they like it or not. And I wont be like some authors who hold back from writing when they don't get as much reviews as they wanted. I wont even change my posting schedule. (I don't have one) So why write this big paragraph? Just to say that reviews mean a lot to me. That I cherish any and all.