It hadn't happened? Had it?
Dark eyes opening slowly, Brianna
glanced around the room, seeing the destruction, the ravaged fact staring
her in the face –
The fact that when she moved the
wrong way, it still stung a little…
None of her injuries had been brutal,
and she knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was lucky.
She was supposed to be dying right now, in the hazy violet of the city
lights, in the chaos of broken lamps, picture frames…
There was some sort of serenity
there.
That's when she felt it.
Slowly, almost methodically – a brush
over her stomach, careful to avoid the scratches, bruises there…
Gentle.
Tender.
"Hey Princess…"
His voice was quiet, almost unnaturally
so, and she couldn't help but smile a little.
He was there.
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"Thought I'd seduce you and then disappear off into the night, didn't you?" He couldn't help but smirk a little, imagining that the poor girl was probably still in a little bit of shock from the whole – situation.
He'd have to be careful, now.
Have to be more alert – if he was to keep her safe.
They'd warned her what they were
capable of…
If…they came again, he was sure
she wouldn't survive.
"Maybe I was…" There was a
bit of disbelief in those dark eyes, and he brushed the hair out of her
face, just…watching.
Trying to take all her worries away
for a while.
Trying to make the bad stuff…go
away.
Even if he was responsible for most
of the 'bad stuff' in the first place.
And even if…he should leave soon.
He didn't know…but somewhere, in
the back of his mind, he imagined it was closer to dawn than was good.
"I…"
"You need to go, don't you?"
He could sense the feeling of defeat in her voice, the soft sigh there
– the knowledge in the back of her mind of what this would be…
The only way…
And even that brought slow stormclouds
to hang above it.
Now…however…in the glow of the Los
Angeles skyline…
He had to leave.
"Yeah. I…"
He'd meant to say more, but she
had already once again surrendered to dreams, an angel…
His angel, rapt in stars.