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No Flaming Please!


Chapter 4: Discovered.


The cottage was being eaten alive by crimson flames. Even the rain pouring from the sky could not distinguish the flames. Rachel and Garfield stood from a distance, watching the inferno.He cried, "I can't believe this."

"It was bound to happen eventually." The lightening was almost constant since the war began. The demon and angel forts all had rods to keep the lightening from hitting their buildings, but the hut had gone unprotected for centuries. "It was only a matter of time."

"What are we going to do now?"

Rachel ran her fingers through her hair. The smoke coming from the burning grass could be seen from miles away. "We can't stay here. A fire this big is bound to attract some attention."

"My roommates are off training some rookie angels." Teaching the beginner angels was a volunteer job that he usually participated in. Training sucked, but there was always a roaring party afterward. "And, I'm pretty sure our team leader has a map of the area. It'll help us find a new meeting place."

"That isn't a good idea," she growled. It wasn't worth risking there lives over a map. Scouting for a new meeting place would be a lot slower, but it would be safer. "I don't want to risk getting caught."

"Come on, Rae!" He thought, 'I wonder what her room looks like.' It was something that bugged him for the longest time." It will be fun! My room is totally awesome."

She muttered, "I doubt it."

"Please, Rae!" Every where she went, Rachel always left behind a scent. He wanted her smell in his room, just to remind him of her. Deep down, he had already admitted his love for her. "I know a lot of ways to get you in, it'll be easy."

She sighed, "I'll think about it, but definitely not tonight."

Her father had called another meeting with her. She had no idea what he wanted. However, she knew that it was extremely important. The mere thought of her father gave her the shivers. "Are you okay? You seem quiet tonight."

"I'm fine," she barked. The wind was giving her the chills. It was always cold. There were no seasons anymore, just the constant chill of near artic temperatures. Even when the sun was out, it was still amazingly freezing. Meeting outside would be impossible. "I'm going back to the fortress."

Gar grabbed her arm before she turned. "Wait!"

"What?" His lips gently met his before she could finish. He pulled away quickly, shocked by his own sudden display of daring. Rachel looked at him speechlessly.

"You okay?" Her eyes were wide with shock. "I'll see you here tomorrow. I'll bring the map with me, so you don't have to worry about sneaking into my house."

"Okay." That was all her mouth allowed her to say.


She was still in shock after Garfield's sudden display of affection. Her stomach was still dancing, and her lips were tingling. Even meeting her father wasn't going to spoil her good mood. Tonight she didn't bother with knocking, her father's chambers were already unlocked. "Hello father."

"Good evening." He was smiling. She obviously wasn't the only one in a good mood. His tongue began to scratch his nose. "I have some good news, daughter."

"What is it?" Good news for him, usually meant bad news for her. Her happiness was shriveling away faster then she thought it would, and her dancing stomach began to sink.

"I have found you a mate." She could swear that her heart stopped beating for several seconds. There was no way she was going to mate with another demon. The pure thought caused her to vomit. "He was a tough bargainer. Be grateful child, I had to pay him much to take you."

"What?" Not only was he going to make her mate with a demon, he had to pay him to take her. This was a real self confidence booster, no doubt. "I won't do it."

"You will, daughter." His tongue slipped around like a gigantic snake. It wasn't a pretty sight at all. "If you refuse, then there will be severe consequences."

"What kind of consequences?" Her head drooped several inches. His black eyeballs were giving her the ultimate stare down, judging her with ever flick of his pupils.

"I will sire another child if necessary," he growled. The floor groaned as he ambled over to her, and forced her head upward. There eyes met. "That makes you, my dear, dispensable."

For the first time since she was a mere child, she was at a loss of words. His evil eyes were sucking her in, terrifying her with every new turn. "I'll think about it."

"Good." Trigon released his grip on her head. "I entrust you will make the correct decision."

"I'll think about it," she repeated.

"Let yourself out," he barked. She didn't need to be told twice. She was out the door faster than a bobcat pounces upon a rabbit.

"Goodbye," she yelled at her father. Her insides now bubbled with anger instead of love.Death sounded better than being forced to produce children with another demon. She needed to talk to Gar and fast. There was no time for hesitation.

Her wide wings spread as she hurled herself over the gate. Wings flapping rhythmically, she carelessly flew into the angels fortress. Sure enough, all the angels were all distracted by the party in the town central. All angels except one, that is. "Rae, what are you doing here?"

"I had to talk to you." Gar gave her a confused nod. It was only by coincidence that he had spotted Rachel. They were definitely luckier than a bunch of four leaf clovers. "Immediately."

"They didn't catch you with me, did they?" He knew they would most likely get caught eventually, but he had hoped that it wouldn't be this soon.

"No," she replied. Even though the angels appeared not to notice her, she would feel a lot more comfortable in a place where there wasn't any angels. "It's something else. Can we go someplace more private?"

Gar gave a slackened nod, and grabbed her arm. His house was only about fifty feet away from where they stood. "My house is over there."

It wasn't very large, but the moment she saw it, she liked it. It was one of those houses that gave you the feeling of coziness and family. "Alright."

The walk to the house was a short, silent one. Opening the door to the house, she crept silently inside of the house. The lights had been left on by the previous occupants, and there was food still left on the countertop. "This is pretty cool, isn't it?"

"I guess," she said. Secretly she loved the house. It was full of memories, good and bad. There were pictures on the wall, showing people laughing happily together. Rachel looked over the frames and gave a envious sigh. This was the kind of place she had always dreamed of living in.

He grabbed her hand, and led her through the kitchen. "Shut your eyes, Rae. I want my room to be a surprise."

Her eyes flickered with aggravation. 'Does he really expect me to play his little games?' She muttered, "I don't think so."

"Just this once," he smiled. "I want it to be special."

"I don't know." It didn't seem ethical. His room couldn't be spectacular enough to earn on the attention. After all, it was only a small room in a tiny house.

"I'll buy you some new books," he begged. He crawled onto his knees, and gave her his best puppy dog look. The looked never worked on her, but he didn't think it would hurt to try. "I'll be your slave for a week!"

"Does it really mean that much to you?" Rachel gave him a sour look. She thought, 'I'm turning into a big softie.'

"Yes." His smile grew. The battle was over, and he was the victor.

Her eyes fluttered shut. The real reason he made her close her eyes was that his room was extremely messy. If her eyes were shut, then he would have enough time to shove things into his closet. "Give me a second."

She heard the door in front of her creak open, and she was overcome with a grotesque smell. There had been many bodies left to decay in the demon fort, but none of them smelled as bad as his room. It was almost frightening. "What is that horrible smell?"

"Well, it's my room." He waved his hand in front of her eyes to make sure that she wasn't peaking. With a relieved sigh, he shoved all the clothes and garbage into his closet. Now for the foul smell. He picked up some disinfectant and sprayed the room.

"It smells like a war zone." The disinfectant hadn't been able to conquer the germs or smell.

"You can open your eyes now." She wasn't sure that she wanted to open her eyes. The smell was alarming enough. If it reeked that badly, then what would the room look like?

"I don't know," she replied. Her eyes drifted open, and she was pleasantly surprised. The room wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be. There was still puddles of unidentifiable, green substances on the floor, but it didn't look like a giant waste sight.

"What do you think?" She was silent for a moment. The way Gar went on and on, she had expected something a little more exquisite.

She replied, "It's certainly no palace."

"Yep," he smirked. The stench was so pungent that it almost made her sick. She wasn't sure how he could stand to sleep here. "You'll get used to the smell."

She hesitantly lumbered over to his bed, and checked to make sure that there was no strange green puddles. After she was sure the coast was clear, she sat down. "Gods, Garfield. What did you keep in here that makes it smell this badly?"

"I don't know." He looked around the room. "I think it's the green stuff that cause the smell. It's pretty acidic to, so try to keep your distance from it."

She shook her head in disgust. The scent drove her mind away from her dilemma, at least. "I need to talk to you."

He slowly edged across the bed, and wrapped his arm around her. This was pretty sudden, she didn't usually want to talk to him about anything. "You can tell me anything."

"My father is going to force me to marry-"

"No," Gar cried. Just when he had finally sorted through his feeling, something like this had to happen. It was just his luck. "You can't."

"Or, he'll kill me." She wasn't offended by her fathers threat of murder. Rachel accepted long ago that Trigon did not love her. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm running away from the demon fort, and I won't be able to meet with you any longer."

"Let me help you, Rachel." He couldn't bear the thought of not having her around anymore. She was his life, he needed her. "I'll find you a place to stay. That way I can take care of you."

"Why do you want to help me all the time?" She silently crossed her fingers in her lap. "We're supposed to be enemies."

"Rae, I love you." She stared at him. 'I must not have heard him right,' she mused.

"What was that?" His eyes searched her face. He slowly eased his hands to the bottom of her chin, and he tilted her face towards his. Drawing closer, she could feel his hot breathagainst her cheek.

"I love you." There lips met and became melted together. Pulling him against her, they tumbled onto the bedspread, not breaking the kiss. His tongue begged for access to her mouth, and she allowed him access almost immediately.

Her heart beat like a drum in her chest, while her lungs begged for access to the air. She pulled away and took quick, hurried breaths. "Wow."

"I'll stick with you forever, Rae." Her eyes seemed skeptical as they studied him. Growing up with demons had not inspired a trusting nature, but he didn't care. If she didn't believe him, he would find a way to prove it to her.

She asked, "forever?"

"Forever," he promised. A small smile played along her perfect lips. It was enough to leave him speechless for several moment.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He slowly fingered her hair and chuckled. It was a look she had never seen before. The look wasn't pleasant, but it curious and new.

"I just saw a glimpse of heaven."


"I can't believe this," Richard barked. The seeing sphere had just told them all that they needed to know. "I suspected something along associating with demons from the very beginning, but falling in love with a demon? It's preposterous."

"What shall we do," Kori asked. Garfield was there friend, they couldn't turn him into the authorities. Even talking with a demon was considered death worthy.

"We'll have to approach him," he responded. "If he refuses to stop seeing the demon girl, then we won't have much choice."

Are you suggesting that we turn him in?" Victor didn't like that idea at all. Not only would his friend die, but he would have the guilt on his shoulders for the rest of his life. "Even if Gar is making a mistake, he's one of us. We stick together."

"I agree with friend Victor, he is our friend. It would not be proper to-"

"Hey guys," Gar cried. Relocating Rachel was not a problem. There happened to be a small abandoned village a few miles from the angel fort, and most of the houses were in semi-good shape. "What's up?"

"We need to talk." Richard was the first to approach him. "Now."

"Okay," he replied. 'They know,' he thought. 'Holy crap.' The room's atmosphere was almost like pudding, thick and dense. "Don't get your panties in a twist."

"We know about your little demon girlfriend," Richard murmured. "What the hell were you thinking?"

There wasn't much to say. He was going to keep seeing Rachel no matter what they said. When he told her forever, he meant it. "This is my business, not yours!"

"You are going to get yourself killed!" His voice boomed. Houses from all around could probably hear Richard's yelling. "Do you want that?"

"I love her!" He was willing to die for her. It wasn't like he wanted to die, but if it came to that, then he would be willing to die. "I don't care about anything else."

"Demons are heartless creatures that know nothing but death." That was that they had been taught from the very beginning. It was the very first lesson they were taught in the school, and they made sure that it was etched into there memories. "They cannot love."

"They were lying to us! Our leaders are idiot!" The God they knew wouldn't want all this killing. The war had taken many lives; there was no way God would have allowed them to kill as they had. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"We are lead by great angels." Richard couldn't believe what he was hearing. His friend was turning his back away from everything they had been taught. The demon girl had done more damage, then he ever believed possible.

"Do you really think that God would have wanted us to kill all those humans? If the leaders were getting there commands from him, as they said they were, then we wouldn't have hurt so many." Richard and he were face to face, staring each other down like wolves. Their eyes shimmered with the thrill of the fight. "We are not lead by God at any rate."

"The demon has poisoned your mind." Richard turned to leave, but he stopped him. The battle was in his arena now, he wasn't about to lose.

"First off, her name is Rachel. Stop calling her demon girl." Nobody had seen Garfield be this assertive before. It just wasn't in his kind, fun loving nature. "Secondly, don't be blinded. We have been taught a lie all of our lives. The demons, if they are truly demons, aren't as we think they are."

"What are you proposing, friend?" Kori cocked her head at Garfield. "Have you begun to think that we are not angels and demons, as the others have proposed?"

"Yes," he replied. "That is exactly what I am implying."

"That seems a little bit farfetched, man."

"Far fetched, yes. Impossible, no."


Authors note:

I'm sorry that it took me so long to update! I forgot to post that I would be on vacation for a couple quite some time! Anyway, I tried to get this chapter up as fast as I could! I'll try to make the next chapter a little longer to make up for the long wait! (-8

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