Okay, I mean it this time when I say that there will only be a few more chapters. So please review!
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Cam remained still, but the voice said with more force, "Cam, wake up!" Cam's eyes snapped open and looked into the face of his former best friend, Daniel; a very-much-alive dead angel.
"Hang on," Cam slurred, "You're, supposed to be dead."
"Dead? What are you talking about? I was just hit by the starshot, but I don't remember anything after that. I just know I wasn't dead." Daniel explained. "Why are you drunk?" he accused.
Cam rolled his eyes. "Because everything is falling apart because you are dead."
Daniel looked around him at the interior of one of the many parlors in his house and asked, "Luce?" Just that one work seemed to be enough for Cam to know what he was asking.
"She needs a beer more than I do. She is a mess; just lying on your bed, not crying, eating, or doing anything. She healed you, thinking that would keep you alive. But then you stopped breathing. You were awake for a couple moments but you probably don't remember it." Cam said, yawning and standing up. "You should go see her."
Daniel stayed still. "Everyone thinks I'm dead?" he whispered.
Cam laid a hand on Daniel's shoulder and said, "If you feel bad, just drink some whiskey. It makes everything better."
Daniel shook off Cam's hand. "No thanks." He declined, walking out into the hallway where he was surprised to find no one but himself and Cam. "Where is everyone?"
"Obviously not here." Cam answered, walking down to the end of the hallway and going down the hidden stairwell that went to the kitchens. Daniel shook his head and went to this bedroom door. He took a couple deep breaths. How hurt was Luce? He had betrayed her, lied to her, and then left her. He could not imagine what kind of damage that could do to a person in her fragile state.
Exhaling one last time, Daniel knocked on the heavy wooden door lightly. There were no sounds from inside the room except for the crackling of the lit fireplace. So he knocked again. And again. And again. Finally he cracked the door open, peeking inside and whispering, "Luce?" He opened it wider and saw that no one was in there.
He stepped over the threshold and noticed the chest or arrows sitting on the old Boston tea table that was situated by the windows. His bloody tee shirt that he had been wearing on the mission was lying over the back of one of the chairs by the table. Her bath robe was hanging on the tall windows on the opposite walls. The fireplace was lit and on the comfortable leather sofa next to it was a pile of regular, wooden arrows, starshots, and a bow. There were also swords and shields scattered on the floor near it. He walked over to the table on his side of the bed and picked up the book that he'd been reading before the mission and his fight with Luce…before everything had come apart. He had read the book so many times and he had written in numerous notes in the margins but he no longer had any interest in reading the book. How could he read a book about a narcissist when his life was falling apart? He flipped through, skimming through some of the notes and actually smiling about some things that he'd written in, some dating back as far as 1903.
The bathroom door behind him creaked open, making him turn around to see his wife exiting, not noticing that her husband whom she thought was dead was standing right in front of her. What if I am dead and Cam is the only one able to see me? That's creepy. He thought. He set the book back down on the table with a quiet thump and looked at her. She spun around at the quiet noise, backing up closer to the starshots but then she saw that it was just Daniel, standing in his bedroom. In his house. Where he had every right to stand where ever he wanted.
"Daniel…" she whispered, her face betraying no emotion beside shock. No relief, no anger, no sadness, no trauma. Her eyes were wide but closed off to him. They stood quietly for several moments, simply staring at the other, drinking them in. Then her face crumbled into sobs. "Daniel." She cried, running into his arms and clutching his shoulders painfully. Not that he minded.
"Lucinda. My beautiful, wonderful, incredible wife." He whispered into her hair, making her cry even more.
"I thought you were dead." She sobbed.
"Sh. It's okay. Everything's okay." He soothed, rubbing circles in her back and stroking her smooth black hair.
"Never leave me again." She pleaded.
"Never. I promise. It's over. Everything is over." He told her, not meaning to put in the double meaning. "No more demons, no more Outcasts, I won't ever have to leave you again."
"I hope not because I can't stand the thought of you leaving." She admitted into his bare chest.
"Come sit." He whispered, guiding her to the bed where he sat with her in his lap and rocking her slowly. "I am so sorry for lying to you."
She shook her head. "I should have listened to you. I know that whatever you do, you do for good reason that I can't comprehend. I should've never said any of those things to you. I'm so sorry." She sniffed.
"Why don't we both agree that we're equally at fault for stupid things and we just forgive and enjoy having each other around?" he proposed.
She nodded in agreement. "That sounds wonderful." She paused. "But I'm still mad at you." She added grudgingly.
"Of course you are." Daniel laughed, making her laugh and soon the tears were forgotten and they were both clutching their sides. He pulled back from her and looked into her eyes, whispering, "I love you."
"I'm still mad at you." She reminded him. "So it would not be appropriate for me to say it back."
"I know. But that doesn't mean I can't say it." He said.
"Then say it all you want." She told him.
He laughed one last time. "I will. I love you."
That's it for now. I hope that was a sufficient chapter, despite it being short. Please review! You know, that little blue link down there. ↓
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