So, happy Valentine's Day! I just typed this today, too. I wanted to give you guys pictures of what Nehemiah, Ezra and Vee looked like, but they won't let me post them. :'( I found the perfect pictures too. A beautiful chocolate Nehemiah, a handsome tanned Ezra, and pretty Vee...I'm kind of mad it won't let me post them. If you know of anyway for me to share them, tell me, because I want you all to see them! Anyway, as begged, a Present chapter!

Chapter Thirty-Five

Present- Patch's POV

I stirred in my sleep, and opened my eyes. I could hardly see, my sight was so blurry. I must have been exhausted. I could feel someone rubbing my face, and I heard a light voice murmuring a song.

"A dream, is a wish…"

I never took Nora for a Disney girl. She had a nice voice, actually, alto and smooth…

Suddenly, everything that had happened the night before came back to me, and I slowly looked up at my Angel. She noticed me move my head, because she looked down at me, and smiled.

Deliverance. That was the only feeling I can compare it to.

Move slowly, she's still adjusting. I heard Nehemiah hint. He sat silently in his chair, still not "awake". I sat up, and brought her face to mine, kissing her softly. She moved along with me, melting into my arms. It was like we'd never argued at all. She pulled away, breathing heavily and smirking at me.

"Well, hello there." She whispered, touching my face. I smiled, and began to kiss her again, this time harder. She began to giggle and push my face away. I placed my hand over hers.

I'm not finished kissing you, Angel. I've gone without your lovely lips for long enough, I told her. She threw her head back in a silent laugh, and began to kiss me again. We sat that way, happy with each other, for a few minutes before she finally pushed me away for real.

"I'm…Good God, Nora! I'm so happy to see you. I have to tell you—"

She placed her hand over my mouth. "Let me go first. I have something really important to tell you."

I nodded, taking her hand and kissing it. I was already burning with desire for her, but I knew it wasn't the time or place.

"Ella had a message for you." Ella? "She wanted you to know that what happened to her, it's not your fault that you weren't there. She wants you to be happy, and to know that she hasn't been and never will be upset with you."

I softened at her words. Little Ella; even now she was looking out for me.

"That makes me feel…"Joyous. Blessed. "…amazing, Angel. I wish I could have seen Ella, too. It's nice to know that she's still there."

Nora nodded, grasping my hand. She looked at me, and I saw a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Patch…I am so sorry. I had no reason to not trust you. I was just so angry, and I know that I do stupid things when I get mad. I shouldn't have been so pushy. You've done so much for me, so many things that I already can't repay, and I just return it by thinking you're hiding things. I mean, I can't even remember why I was mad at you! What happened to me, all of it is my fault, and I deserved every second of it. I needed to understand just what happens when I get into trouble that could have been avoided. You were hurt, and so were the people you care about. It was stupid, and I was stupid! I should never have let anything break my faith in you. I shouldn't have snuck into your memories. I know there are frightening things there, but you have the right to tell me when you want to. I…I want what we had back, and even though you must have been really pissed at me, I want to work it out, honestly!"

I held her face, taking in her words.

"Nora, you didn't deserve any of what happened. As for what happened to me, I'd go through it thousands of times. I'd go to Hell and back as many times as I needed to, to make you happy. Don't ever stop thinking that. You were upset with me because I wouldn't tell you why I was upset. The argument was pointless, because when you were worried about me I should have consoled you. I should have told you what you wanted to know, and trusted that you'd at least try to understand. You wouldn't have felt the need to sneak around if you weren't afraid of my reaction. I'm sorry that you were afraid of me, I don't want you to be. As for what we had, it never went anywhere, Angel. It never will, and I don't ever want you to think it will go anywhere. It's here, and it's forever." I smirked lightly, my expression burning. "You're stuck with me, Angel. And by the way, I love it when you have a temper. It's so sexy."

Nora began to tear up, and she smiled widely as they fell down her face. I held my arms out as she fell into them, grasping me. I held her tightly, controlling my own emotions, placing my head in her hair. I'd been terrified that I'd never be able to hold her like this again.

"Babe!"

We both turned at Vee's exclamation. She was sitting up in the bed, and her face was lit up. Nora turned in my arms and reached out for her. Vee had to meet her halfway, because I still had my arms around her waist.

"How do you feel? Do you need anything?" Vee asked her. Nora wiped her face, and took on a serene face. She grabbed Vee's hand.

"Scott says hello, Vee. He's happy up there."

Vee's eyes filled with tears, and she smiled. She wiped them away.

"Well…that's wonderful…I'm so glad…still! What do you need?"

"I'm kind of thirsty." She leaned back into my arms. "I didn't want to wake you both, so I couldn't reach the pitcher."

Vee quickly reached for the pitcher, filling a glass with water. I turned at stirring; Ezra was stretching from the couch. He looked at us, and smiled.

"Well, Nora Grey. I must say, you are indeed worth the trouble of thousands of beautiful faces." He said.

Nora blushed and giggled. "You don't look too bad yourself. You must be Ezra." She said, holding out her hand. He stood, walked over and kissed it.

"Yeah, okay asshole. Away from my lady before I take that charming tongue of yours, Ezra." I teased, pushing him away. He laughed, and sat back down, stretching over the couch.

"Worried, Patch?" he teased back. "Don't; as beautiful as I am, I have morals."

I heard a deep laugh, and Nehemiah was chortling at Ezra's comment.

"What?" Ezra asked.

"Not a damn thing, Narcissus." He responded. He smiled at me, seeing that I was holding Nora. He knew we'd made up.

I was so happy. I'd never been so relieved in my life. I was surrounded by friends, and my Angel loved me. But my high began to die down as I faced the false wall. There was only one stain left on my perfection, and he needed to die. Soon. I turned to tell Nora about what happened while she was unconscious, but she wasn't facing me.

She and Vee were having a silent conversation, and Vee's face looked dark. Nora nodded softly, and Vee's eyes widened. Then, her face twisted into a vindictive curl, and she nodded.

"Best friends forever, right? I have you." She said, cupping Nora's hand. Nora inhaled, and turned to me.

"Where's Elliot, Patch?"

My expression darkened. "He's in the cell." I gestured with my head towards the wall. She began to stand, wobbling, and I held her as she almost fell. She softly moved my arms, and stood straight. Vee walked out of the room with the pitcher. Nora looked down at me.

"I'll handle him."

My eyes thinned. I didn't want that bastard anywhere near my newly healed Angel.

"Angel—you just woke up. Maybe you should—"

She turned to me with a cold look, but I knew it wasn't for me.

"He's mine." She softened her tone. "I love you, and I need you to trust me. Trust, remember? I'd like it if you'd wait in the room with Ezra and Nehemiah." I turned to face my friends. Ezra looked bemused, and Nehemiah looked unsure. I turned back to her.

Trust. I nodded, sitting down. Vee returned to the room with an opaque pitcher, full of water.

"You ready?" she asked Nora. Nora took a deep breath, and shook out her legs.

"I'm ready."

She opened up the wall, and they both walked in. She left a bit of the wall open, so we could hear them. Like children, Ezra and Nehemiah quickly sat on the floor near the wall, and we all leaned in to listen.

Nora's POV

I smacked Elliot awake. His body had been chained to the wall, and it was clear that Patch had had his way with him. He was covered in bruises. A part of me warmed as I realized that Patch had saved him for me instead of taking him out own his own. I let that thought go, as I had to be hard for what I was going to do. I had to be my father's daughter. Hank Millar's daughter.

He smiled an ugly smile, and I noticed he was missing some teeth.

"Well, look who's kicking. How'd you like my little mixture? Here to torture me some more?" he lisped. The sound of his voice made me shiver. I approached him and lifted his chin. He glared at me hatefully.

"This is day two. You'd never make eleven weeks. Amateur." I said coldly, throwing his face. I gave him a poker face, drawn from lots of practice of Patch's.

"You need to pay for what you've done, Elliot. More than just to me, but all of those poor girls, and murdered people. You're a snake, Elliot, and you need to be eliminated. You tried to take it all from me. My reason for living, you used your whims to separate us. I'm ashamed for taking your bait."

Elliot began to laugh. When my face twitched, he spat on my feet. I quickly backhanded him in reaction. When I saw his face, I could tell that he was growing nervous. He was trying to hide it behind his arrogance, but he knew his time was growing short.

"The reality is, Nora Grey, you don't have it in you to kill me. Your serial killer boyfriend in there, he does. But you? No." he taunted, trying to egg me on. Vee laughed softly, standing in the background, and he twitched at the sound.

"You know, I've killed a man in here." I said softly, smirking. "In fact, I've killed three immortals. More than Patch. Humans? Easy. Nephilim? Not so much. So, my credentials when it comes to dealing with you are pretty damn impressive."

Elliot swallowed, the fear flickering on his face. "So not only are you a sneak, but a murderer as well. Oh how far you have fallen, Nora. You used to be so well behaved, so cute, so fucking annoying. I never saw what anyone saw in you, besides a pretty face and a cute ass. But that wasn't any of my business. What matters now is you. How would dear old dad feel, knowing that his daughter is among those who disposed of him?"

The hate rose like sickness up my throat, and I almost lost my control. I exhaled sharply, and gestured for Vee to throw the pitcher at Elliot. He shrieked as it hit him.

"Vee? Go get some more." I asked her. She quickly left. We sat there in silence, glaring at one another until she returned. She walked in, smirking.

You have a bit of an audience out there. She opened the wall enough for me to see all three angels facing me, wary. None of them had the decency to look shocked. Patch stared at me, worried. I ignored them.

I gestured again for her to throw the pitcher. Elliot began coughing, but he still glared at me.

I backed up towards the entrance, and Vee handed me something. Elliot laughed at me; a hard cackle.

"You call that torture? How soft could you get?" he shouted. I ignored his question, and took on a cold look. Patch began to smell the air around us.

Nora, did you just throw—

"Well, Elliot. When it comes to dear old dad, I'd ask him, but I sent him to Hell. You can have a long chat with him when you get there."

Elliot eyes widened as I quickly lit a match, and before anyone could react I threw it at his collar. It ignited quickly, and he began to scream as his face and neck caught flame. It was a horrible sound, and I couldn't maintain my cold stance anymore.

I turned away, and Vee slammed the wall shut on Elliot's suffering.

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