25. Heartbreaker

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I keep thinking about that little sparkle in your eye,
is it a light from the angels, or your devil deep inside?
What about the way you say you love me all the time?
Are you lifting me up to heaven, just to drop me down the line?

But there's always this one question
that keeps me up at night.
Are you my greatest love
or disappointment in my life?

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Christine was looking back at him with a look that was a mix of shock and pure rage. She blinked a few times, trying to organize the thoughts in her head, while he waited expectantly on her to say anything. He'd told her everything, from the very beginning, and she never even interrupted him, and now she was so freaking quiet and looking like a lost puppy and it was driving him insane.

"So," she started, and he nodded apprehensively. "It was all a trick."

"What?" he asked, startled.

"Don't play dumb with me, Gabriel."

"Chris—"

"You took me before they could get to me. You lied to me all along. I was never the one to save this bloody world! I was the one to end it!" she yelled. Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but she didn't let him. "You used me! You knew I would have done anything for you, and you took advantage of that! You tricked me!"

"I never—"

"I don't wanna hear it, Gabe. Just let me sleep."

"Christine, I—"

"I said I don't wanna hear it!" she yelled again. Gabriel opened his mouth to object, but eventually realized that wouldn't have been a good idea. She was too angry to have a proper conversation. He got up as she rolled over again, trying to hide her tears. Great. Now she's crying! Good job, Gabe!

The archangel collapsed into an armchair in the living room and snapped a chocolate bar into existence, then started chewing it nervously. He could hear her suffocated sobs even from there, and it was killing him. He could hear her thoughts, too. She was going all lawyer on his angelic ass. Nothing he could say would make her change her mind, she thought he tricked her into loving him, she thought he didn't love her. She thought that the only one who was ever honest with her was Lucifer. Gabriel grimaced. No shit.

"Well now tha—" he started, too insulted by that last thought to keep his mouth shut, but that only resulted in Christine slamming him onto the piano, nearly breaking his vessel's back in two.

"Maybe you should leave," she suggested, while he groaned on the floor. He looked up, and she was standing tall above him.

"Oh, c'mon!" he snorted. "Seriously?"

"Leave, before I make you," she threatened. Gabriel stood up and stared deep into her pitch-black eyes. He didn't want to leave, of course, but he didn't want to make her angrier, either. He decided to play ball, and left without saying another word. Christine closed the door behind him and sighed deeply.

That's what I get for trusting a bloody trickster, she thought.

Gabriel was still in the hallway, and he heard her. Now, that hurt.

She went back to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed. She loved him. She loved him so much it hurt, but this time was different. This time, he couldn't just joke his way out of the fight like he used to. She wouldn't let him, she was too furious to even look at him.

How could he not tell her? It was her right to know everything. He deliberately kept information from her, and she wasn't sure anymore if it was to protect her, or to manipulate her.

She was more dangerous than he'd told her, and she should have known. She would have been less reckless, she would have been ready to fight. Instead, he chose not to tell her. Didn't he trust her, was that it? Did he think she would suddenly go dark side if he told her she was supposed to?

Gabriel was still there in the hallway outside the door. He wasn't gonna go anywhere. He sat down on the floor, and listened as her thoughts trailed off into much needed sleep.

He spent the night there, trying to find a way to explain his actions to Christine. She had a right to be mad, but still, she had to listen to him. How could she think even for a second that he didn't love her? More importantly, how was he going to convince her that he did?

When the first ray of sun shone through the window on the stairs, Gabriel stood up, ready to go back inside and do everything in his power to make it up to her.

He knocked on the door.

"Go away!" Christine yelled from inside the apartment. She walked towards the door, and leaned on it. "Go away, Gabriel," she whispered.

"Room service," the archangel smirked, faking a weird accent.

"Leave, Gabriel."

"I'm not Gabriel. But I hear that guy's awesome," he answered in the same thick accent as before.

"I don't wanna talk to you."

"Then don't talk," he smirked. "I was gonna do all the talking, anyway," he said, going back to his usual voice.

"Gabriel—" she started, but the angel slammed the door open. She backed away as he tried to get near her, and eventually stumbled on the armchair. She sat down, acting like that was her intention all along, and he kneeled down in front of her.

"Get out," she commanded, but the authority in her voice cracked a little as she looked into his golden eyes.

"You're so hot when you get angry," he told her with a smirk, his voice velvety and smooth, and Christine struggled to keep a straight face.

"Watch it, Trickster," she threatened, and got up. Gabriel backed away from her, pretending to be scared.

"Oh, stop it, sugar, or I'll have to spank you," he challenged her, wiggling his brows and closing the distance between them with a snap of his fingers. Christine gasped at his sudden closeness, but immediately regained her composure and pushed him away. Her hand rested on his chest, and he raised a single brow, giving her his best seductive look. Christine closed her hand on the fabric of his shirt, and without any further notice, she pulled him in a heated kiss.

Gabriel grinned against her lips, and clicked them on the bed.

"This isn't over," she managed to say as he tore her clothes off.

"Of course," he smirked, mocking her.

"I mean it! It's—" she started, but Gabriel took her voice away mid-sentence. She gave him a killer look and rolled them over. She tore his shirt off frantically, and struggled to take off his pants. The zipper seemed to be stuck, but before Gabriel could snap his fingers, she leaned down and tore the pants open with her fangs.

"Adorable," he commented, giving a smirk. Christine growled ferociously, showing off her teeth. "Oh, look at me, I'm a bloodthirsty vampire! I'm gonna bite you!" he mocked her. Christine tried to answer, but he hadn't given her voice back yet. Bloody jerk.

He smiled at her and she narrowed his eyes, visibly pissed. He giggled and pushed her off of him, spraying her down on the bed, then crawled on top of her with a smug look on his face. She licked her lips and he kissed her violently, their tongues twirling in synchrony, then he bit her bottom lip and drew blood, then licked it away as Christine shivered under his touch. He trailed urgent kisses down her neck, then gently nipped it and smiled again at the moans that was earning him.

She gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer, digging her nails into his flesh. Gabriel grinned, and she growled again, rolling them over. The archangel was about to complain, but she kissed him so violently that it felt like she wanted to eat him. And she probably does, Gabriel thought, and grinned against her mouth. She pressed her hands on his chest, her nails scratching him, and with one slick movement she lowered her hips on him.

Gabriel gasped, taken by surprise. A low moan escaped his lips as she began to move, and she smiled at him, looking proud of herself. The archangel gripped her thighs firmly and sat up, placing another violent kiss on her beautiful lips.

Christine ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, arching and moaning softly against his neck as they moved faster and faster. She scratched his shoulder blades, and mentally begged for her voice back just so she could ask for his wings.

"No funny business, Chris," the angel whispered as he let them unfold.

"I would never!" she smirked against his lips, and grabbed a handful of feathers. The archangel shook under her touch. As angry as she was, hurting his wings would be too much of a low blow… or would it?

Gabriel caught her arm mid-air as she moved to tear away one single feather.

"You just got yourself in trouble, young lady," he said in a husky voice, staring in her eyes with a defying look.

"Did I now?" she smirked. Gabriel growled deeply and threw her down on the bed, then slammed into her with all his strength, and she dug her nails on his shoulders. She opened her eyes as he devoured her neck, and couldn't look away from his wings. She'd seen them so many times, and yet she was still insanely fascinated with them. They were huge, could barely fit in the room, and the way they reflected the light was just gorgeous.

Gabriel smiled against her skin, hearing what she was thinking. He gave the hardest thrust ever, and she snapped back to reality. She pulled him in a heated kiss, and suddenly the only thing she could hear was his heartbeat, and the blood pumping through his veins, and… bollocks.

Gabriel noticed where her mind was going. He tried to distract her, moving faster, kissing harder, but it didn't seem to work. Maybe, he could let her bite. As far as he knew, she was only violent against him because of the knife's influence, so maybe, just maybe, now he could let her bite him... Fuck, he missed the biting.

"Go on, be a vamp about it," he panted against her lips. Christine's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't need to be told twice. The muscles in Gabriel's neck tensed just before she sank her teeth into it, and as soon as she did, an adrenaline rush overcame him.

"Fucking hell—" he grunted, as Christine started sucking on his blood. It tasted just like she remembered, and by god, she had missed it so much. Sweet, delicious, perfect, holy…

Mine, she thought, and tightened her grip on his hair.

"Yours," Gabriel managed to whisper, thrusting in harder and harder. She smiled against his skin, then pulled back and licked the fresh wound, sending chills down the angel's spine. He caught her lips in his, and tasted his own blood in her mouth.

"Gabriel," she moaned in his ear, as her muscles clenched around him. The angel growled deeply and kissed her again, releasing himself inside of her. He held her tight until they were done, then collapsed on the bed next to her. Christine turned around and crawled on top of him again.

"Easy tiger!" he chuckled. "Human vessel here needs a few minutes…"

She closed her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart. She didn't want another round, not yet, at least. She just wanted to be close to him. Gabriel's body was burning hot against her cold skin. It was perfect, and she needed it to last.

"You just can't stay mad at me, can you, sweet cheeks?" the angel grinned. She smiled, but didn't answer. She would have wanted to stay mad at him. Hell, she had all the reasons in the world to stay mad at him. But she couldn't. Gabriel ran his fingers through her hair and she snuggled against him.

"I love you, Chris," he said, his voice low and soft.

"I know," she smirked.

"Also, fangs!" he cheered, smiling widely. Christine chuckled and poked him in the ribs. "Ow!"

"Don't mock the evil creature of the night in me," she smirked, raising her head to look at him.

"I wasn't mocking!" he said defensively. "I missed the fangs, really!"

"Well, I missed the blood," she admitted.

"Fair enough," he grinned.

"How's your vessel?" she smiled tentatively.

"Great," he smiled, and pulled her up in a kiss. She kissed him back passionately and ran her fingers through his golden hair, but he suddenly pulled away. "So… can I tie you up?"

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Song in the beginning is Heartbreaker by Pink.
Guys. The next chapter is the last one.
Though if you want more I guess I could write more. Maybe we could make this a trilogy. IDK.
Let me know! :D

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