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Chapter 5- All hell breaks loose

At the mention of Disaster, Wrath took over completely. "Never!" Was the guttural reply as clawed hands clamped on Mah-ron skinny arms.

She shrieked and writhed helplessly; too tiny, human and helpless against the immortal man holding her down. He pressed over her, possessiveness in his every movement and before she could scream again, he was kissing her. Strong and possessive and greedy. Pent up want and need. His hands wandered down. Mah-ron melted into it and began to moan; pressing into Aeron but then was tugged away by strong hands. "What the fuck, man?"

Reyes. He had heard the woman's scream and came running. Of course he had. And Aeron, he lost in heat and need, face a skeletal mask. "Mine..." The word was dark, venomous, and possessive.

The Pain would not yield, not even to the struggling angel writhing against him. "Let me go!" The hulking man gawked down at her as she struggled to get to Aeron. Like Ashlyn did when Maddox would die every midnight.

He picked her up and tried to leave the room when Aeron pounced. In a single move, he both grabbed Mah-ron from Reyes and punched him in the face for good measure. "No one...touches her." There was a hint of finality in his voice, the rest was malice. Not just a threat but a promise.

At the sound of his voice, Mah-ron stilled and gawked at Wrath in amazed adoration and wiggled down. She ran to Aeron and he instantly wrapped his arms around her. Pain's jaw ached from the punch and his heart from his obvious denial. From first Danika, and now Mah-ron, who had distracted him from her and now he felt double pain. Red and black winked into his vision and he was about to fight Aeron for her. But little Mah-ron whimpered. "A-win?" She sniffed and then she went limp in his arms.

Wrath looked down, the fight forgotten and fear replacing the malicious urges he felt against Reyes, his brother. Her face was much paler than normal and her side was still bleeding from before. She needed tending, for she had passed out. Reyes got a loaded look before Aeron ran from the room. "Lucien! Lucien help!" He ran to the man's room to find Lucien sitting in a chair, looking oddly meditative. He eased Mah-ron onto the bed and rushed over, shoving the man. "Get u-" He paused, horrified.

Lucien had left his body behind to collect souls. He could not help Mah-ron. Aeron cursed, rage anew in him and almost roughly snatched up his tiny savior. He raced to his room and ran to get towels and gauze, which were now kept for Ashlyn. He staggered to a halt as he gazed down at her, unsure of what to do. But he was running out of time. He ripped off her dress.

Beauty. Caramel skin soft as silk and as sweet as the Greeks' ambrosia, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Red panties and a bra. That's all she wore. For a fearful instant, he thought them white then stained with her blood. He quickly toweled her bloody side, fear and lust battled inside of him. The claw marks on her side. His. He felt a stab of guilt all the way to his bones. Even Wrath receded to the back of his mind in shame.

He dabbed at her side gently and applied pressure until the breathing stopped. All the while he prayed. "Please…. please love. Wake for me…" He bandaged her and waited as he pulled the sheets over her and tucked her in. She was so frail and pale.

He took her hand. It was ice cold. "Please…" It became his constant chant until he smelled roses, heady and sweet and cold. He gulped and spun around. Lucien. His heart dropped into the lowest part of his body. "No…you can't…." His voice was hoarse and Wrath clawed the edges of his mind in helpless rage. "You can't have what's mine!" Red and black clouded his vision and he rose. He would fight Death but…

Lucien put a hand on his shoulder. "She will not leave you, Aeron…" He sighed heavily and Aeron relaxed but only slightly. "She's weak…she needs to eat…. to rest…. you must keep vigil…" Death pointed to a tray of food he had set by the table and left quickly. He knew better than to stay by now. Aeron was as protective and possessive of little Mah-ron as Maddox was of his beloved Ashlyn.

Aeron was not soothed. He took the glass of water and then Mah-ron by her shoulders. "Sweet heart? I need you to wake for me. I need you to eat." He was consumed by the sudden memory that she would not eat for him but for Kane. Concern and anguish consumed him but a breathy sigh burned everything else away except for Mah-ron's presence.

Little Mah-ron heard voices. Her own. Distrust's. Lucien's. Aeron's. Suddenly, her anger flared. It gave her strength. "Aeron…" Her voice was a hiss and her eyes fluttered open, red winking into her vision, blurring the room and his handsome serial killer face.

At her voice, he grinned elated she was ok she was breathing and coherent. "I'm right here…drink this for me…" He put the cup to her lips and she drank, but all the while she glared at him. His heart sank to see the hatred in her beautiful dark eyes. "What?" He put the cup down and started to break the loaf of bread into tiny pieces for her. "Why do I deserve that look?"

Mah-ron growled, low and dangerous. But then hurt flashed over her face. "You promised…" She panted, pain searing her side. "You lied…" She tried to lean away from him, it tugged at her bandage and she yelled out.

Wrath slammed itself forward in Aeron's mind, trying with all its might to get to the human girl. He could not believe he was seeing her like this. She was wounded and weak and yet the fire burned. She still had the ability to scorch him, even now. "I…did not lie." He put the bread to her lips but she bit him.

He growled and pulled his hand away. She glared at him and panted hard, holding her side and the sheet turned red. "You promised, you said you'd wait. And you lied. You're a horrible monster and I hate you…" She began to cry and curl into herself, head bowed.

Wrath gawked at her. Demon and immortal man pained by her words. He watched her in silence, at a lost for what to do. If he touched her, surely she would lash out. But he ached to. The only thing that kept him from it would be that he would hurt her further. He trembled, trying to keep Wrath in along with his pain. Did she truly hate him? No. She was just furious at him. But still, her words cut him deeper than any hunter's knife. He leaned closed to her again, the food forgotten. Her smile the only important thing, as well as her getting better. "I'm sorry…" He whined out softly, ever pleading. "Don't hate me…"

Pain consumed little Mah-ron. Her side ached, as if someone stuck a funnel in her side and was slowly pulling the life of her, her essence through its tiny tunnel. She trembled as she cried but did all she could to not make a sound. She was like that. She would not cry out if she could help it. But at Aeron's words, she wanted to. She looked up, curly wisps sticking to her damp face and growled. She lunged but Aeron, expecting, caught and pinned her. "Stop!" She yelled but he held fast to her until she was too tired to move. She merely closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Stubborn to the end.

Aeron growled softly. He couldn't stand much more of this. He didn't want to fight her but he had no choice. He could see it in her every movement. Lips a thin line, he pinned her legs with one of his own and moved the sheet so he could change her bandage. She didn't move or object but every now and again, he could see her flinch at even his gentlest touch. He saw her recoil from him and deep pools of anger and fire as she glimpsed at him. His skin tingled and he could hardly breath. Now he understood the feeling of Reyes being denied by Danika. Or how he even felt with Mah-ron here with him. Would he smile to know she hated him? Even just the slightest?

Mah-ron was on fire. She could hardly move for her exhaustion and Aeron's weight on her. If she wasn't so aggravated, she would have appreciated the heat radiating from him, or the careful aid he was giving her. It was obvious he'd never really cared for a fallen warrior. She recalled Lucien saying that they had never really any need for it. For the simple reason that they weren't human. But what did that mean? Did they just not get hurt, or did they get hurt and heal? She suspected the later, remembering she had cut Paris. As it was, to make sure that he knew she was upset, she glared at him with the dwindling amount of strength she had and when his hands pulled away, she slowly turned her back on him, letting her injury and exhaustion speak for itself. She heard him exhale heavily and figured he would leave her. Which is why she surprised when she heard a strained. "Do you want me to get Kane? ….So you'll eat?"

His voice was clipped and he felt the raw words dig daggers into his throat but he asked anyway. He was amazed that her welfare was in higher standing than his pride or jealousy. His need of her was far stronger than anything he had ever experienced. And though he would not accept or admit it, he would give her everything she wanted and needed, whether or not she knew it. Mah-ron however, had stopped breathing all together. Though he couldn't see it, her eyes were wide and her heart was racketing against her ribs. Careful and calculated, she eased up, winced and turned to blink at Aeron. His eyes were closed and his face was strained but not from anger, but from agitation. As if he blamed himself for their predicament. As he rightly should. She thought to herself and Distrust purred in approval of her cold demeanor. She snatched the bread from him and ate, slow and glaring. Two emotions bubbled and boiled within her. The desire to see Kane and the thought that she would be believed to be dependant on a man. She would not satisfy the latter, her pride and stubbornness wouldn't allow her.

However, at her sudden movement, Aeron opened his eyes a crack. Violet met black and he watched as she ate, seemingly without pain but there was a coldness to her taut restrained movements. She would not speak and when she had devoured the loaf she slid her legs tot the edge of the bed. He felt confusion and elation all at once. Then fear. He at first felt better that she was eating, without the aid of Disaster but then he panicked, as she seemed to want to leave him. "Wait! Where…are you going?"

Mah-ron wobbled, stilled, wanting to regain her composure and dignity before she turned to the man who had claimed her. The same man who called everything primal and animalistic out of her. And yet, she felt for another. Never had she had so much attention before, and now that she had what she craved, she wanted none of it. "To shower, I'm covered in blood, asshole. Or would you rather I bathe in that instead?" She glared at him over her shoulder and then started to make her way over to the door. She would not use his bathroom.

"You can't…" He stood and was by her side in seconds. He had hands on her tiny shoulders and was pulling her back. But she was fast, she spun knocked his hands away and glared up at him.

"You expect me to shower here? In your room? With you watching?" Her voice was accusing and iced over. Aeron couldn't help but flinch. He was shocked at how much hate this tiny girl could hold. But then the idea of what she said slipped into his mind and he groaned, barely resisting the urge to devour her with his eyes. "Besides, last time I checked, I had freedom…"

"I-I won't look if you don't want me to…but you're too weak to get to your room without help. And you may wear one of my shirts if…you like." The thought of not watching her was a painful one but the thought of her draped in his clothing sated him enough to act cordial.

Mah-ron frowned at him but was starting to get dizzy. She had no choice but to lean against him and growl with her displeasure. She noticed Aeron suck in air and his arms were instantly around her. She writhed. "Look…" She bit into her bottom lip holding back words, but failing anyways. "I like you but don't push it, that so doesn't mean I trust you…"

Aeron winced. He wondered vaguely if it was Kane she trusted and he couldn't help but growl. Without a word, he scooped up Mah-ron and walked to his closet. He grabbed a shirt, trying to ignore the fact that that Mah-ron's thighs were next to his cheek, and the fact she was still wearing arousal-soaked panties. He stepped into the bathroom, boots clicking on tile and closed the door. He realized he'd, of course, never had a woman in here and felt a shudder rock him. "Why do you have to be so delectable? Were you made that way?" He couldn't help but ask as he eased her onto the sink and moved to turn the water on for his little angel.

Mah-ron was getting disgusted and felt like she was about to be cornered somehow. As soon as his back was turned, Mah-ron kicked Aeron in the back, she growled and jumped to get down. If she could just get to the door-

Wrath turned to see his woman racing to get away from him. Pain seared him and red winked into his vision. What had he done to deserve this? Or was this a new torture instead? Something worse than Bait. He caught her by the wrist as she wrenched the door open. She spun to him. "You stop me and I scream my fucking head off. Someone will hear…"

"You do that…I want to see you try…." He challenged back. All of a sudden he was tired of her games and wanted her still for just a few minutes, for anything, sleeping, enjoying him, reading, something.

Fire flashed in her eyes and Mah-ron sucked in a huge breath. But Aeron's hand clamped on her face and she growled and writhed. But Aeron wasn't about to let go. Then he saw something he wished he hadn't. An idea flash over Mah-ron face. Before he could stop her, she kneed the sensitive flesh between his legs and ran as he doubled over.

Gotta go, gotta leave… Mah-ron all but chanted in her head. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her as she raced from Aeron's room. "Lucien! Maddox! Ashlyn!" She yelled out and wandered through the hallways until she found the Entertainment room. But the two men were already in the hall moving toward her, Ashlyn just behind. When she saw them, she lunged at Lucien just as she felt hands on her back. She let out a shriek.

Lucien sighed, he was growing tired of all the dramatics that had invaded his once quiet home. He pulled a trembling barely clothed Mah-ron behind him and glared coolly at Aeron. "Will you get yourself under control? Because if you don't, she won't stay with you…"

Aeron was panting and had eyes only for Mah-ron but could hear Lucien clearly, he closed his eyes. One breath, two. Not calm but restrained, he opened his eyes again. Now he noticed that Mah-ron was trembling against Maddox's woman, who was watching them and then him with an accusing look. That same look had etched itself into the faces of all that occupied the Entertainment room, including Kane. His blood instantly heated again and he took a step forward. Realized what he did, and stepped back. And that took all his effort. Lucien didn't miss the action. He glimpsed at Kane who was now wearing a confused expression and pulled Aeron into another room.

"This is the second time I'm pulling you aside. If you keep it up, I'll have no choice but to lock you up again and only send her there to half sate your demon…" Lucien voice was sad but serious; he always did what he had to. Even if it pained him.

That was the last thing Aeron wanted, in addition to hurting those innocent women. He nodded solemnly and unclenched his jaw before it popped out of place. He absently toyed with a piercing as he avoided the new look that Lucien was giving him. Lucien sighed and spoke first. "What's going on between you and Kane? Are you trying to break our truce? It's strained as it is…"

Aeron sucked in a breath and growled. "She's mine…but she…has interest in him. I don't understand…" The full weight of what he said, sagged on his shoulders and he slumped with it, feeling defeated.

Lucien however, watched him, in understanding. For, ever since Ashlyn has saved Maddox, he had felt the presence of someone and would always smell strawberries and cream. He growled at the heady thought. He scrubbed fingers over his scars without realizing. "You mustn't behave like that or she'll stay away. That I can promise you, and I won't have you causing anymore chaos…promise me."

Wrath stared at Death, his expression stricken but nodded again. His throat felt closed with words he wanted to shout, while cutting Kane to pieces. Lucien must have seen it because he crossed his arms. Aeron winced. "Sorry…"

"Women…in our house…" Lucien turned and closed his eyes.

"I think it's great, but they wouldn't agree with me…why don't I get any comfort?" Paris's voice filled the hallway. Aeron frowned at him but the man was all smiles. "Did you see her? She's gorgeous…" Obvious lust flicked into his voice.

Heat and anger washed over Aeron, he stepped toward Paris. "First, you get your comfort in town. Secondly, she's mine, touch her and you'll be on the floor, in a pool of blood…"

Paris just smiled. "Chill man. I know. Off-limits. I was just making a comment. You chose a beauty is all…" If he told Aeron he had touched her and that she had only reprimanded him, he might make Aeron snap. Obviously she hadn't told him, and he started to wonder why.

"Stop thinking about her!" Came a guttural growl. Paris blinked at Aeron, laughed and walked away. Lucien sighed and followed suit, leaving Aeron alone in the hall.

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Meanwhile, Mah-ron had showered, changed the bandages and was now eating, carrying a small tray with her. Her long skirt swished and she was feeling much better. But her mind was wandering and she was trying hard not to think of Aeron or getting him in trouble. He was probably furious with her now. She didn't really care. She had promised Kane a game of hide and seek.

But who she ran into was Reyes. Her feet stopped and she just gawked at him, face heating up.

Reyes paused, towel to his hair and a water bottle in his hand, he had been in the Equipment room, working out. His clean shirt draped over his shoulder. He watched Mah-ron, in her cute red flats and a long but clingy purple skirt and red shirt, hugging her every curve. He gulped his water bottle down and threw it aside as he approached her. He grinned at the fact that her cheeks were flushed. He thought it a good sign.

Mah-ron shivered and blinked at Reyes as he walked over to her, shirtless, ropes of muscle glistening with sweat, an odd intent in his eyes and his butterfly tattoo seemed to be shimmering. She looked up as he stopped in front of her.

Without warning, Reyes whipped his towel around the tiny girl and tugged her against him, hearing a satisfying yelp. "Omagod! Reyes!" Then a tinkling laugh as she adjusted so the tray didn't drop. "What're you doing?"

Reyes smirked, and hugged Mah-ron. "This, that ok?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He smirked as she hugged him back and chuckled.

"Thanks, now my shirt's wet, you butthead…silly Rain."

"Rain?" He asked and moved so he could look at her, question in his eyes.

"Yea. Reyes plus Pain equals Rain. You don't mind if I call you that do you?" She blinked up at him with those eyes and he realized the shimmer. She was wearing glasses. He touched them lightly.

"No I don't mind. It makes me sound like I cleanse people of pain instead of cause it…that I am a man and not a monster." He watched as she grinned at him, invitingly. The tapped the frame of her glasses. "What are these for?"

Mah-ron blushed, realizing she was wearing her glasses and moved to take them off. But Reyes stopped her hand, just curious and smiling. She relaxed. "They help me see better, I don't like them much but sometimes my eyes bother me so I wear them…"

"They're nice…" He commented and he meant it. He received another laugh and a light pat as she tried to move his hand. He let her and touched her hair instead.

"That makes one of us…" Then her expression changed and she blinked at Torin, who was watching her. "Yosh?" She asked.

Torin blinked at her. Then he recalled that she was Japanese and shook his head. "Did you…there's fifty dollars missing from my account."

Mah-ron's face heated and she eased from Reyes, not sure if he'd protect her or get made. "Yea, sorry bout that. Your computer wouldn't let me into my account, so I just used yours." Her voice was a shy apology but there was no regret.

The money amount was small but then again Torin wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to anger Distrust. So instead he smiled. "You little hacker…" He teased.

The tiny girl looked up and winked. "Well, I guess I should have asked but I didn't want to bother anyone. I feel like I cause enough shit…" She wanted to hug Torin in thanks but then she remembered she wasn't supposed to.

"Well, if you want, I can give you access to Aeron's account, but you should ask him first…Reyes?" Disease watched Pain as his fist tightened and then realized what he said. "Sorry…"

"I'm fine…" He sighed and looked around. Mah-ron however, had suddenly disappeared. "Damn!"

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Mah-ron passed by Sabin as she wandered to the door, she had heard the doorbell and was chanting to herself. "Box, box, box, get the box…" She didn't notice Doubt, whose jaw was dropped as he gawked at her. He followed in her shadow.

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Reyes raced for the one place that those trapped here would head for. Sure enough he door to their home was wide open. Torin was right behind him, and now Lucien joined the fold. Lucien pushed first and was out the door. There was a sudden scream. "Ow! That hurts!"

Reyes ran out to see Mah-ron suspended in the air by one arm, Lucien studying around her. She may not be Bait but she might behave like one anyways.

But Torin panted and frowned. "There aren't any hunters, I was just at the monitors…"

Lucien nodded and set Mah-ron down but did not release her. Reyes watched as she struggled but not to get away, she was reaching for something but he couldn't see what.

Suddenly, Sabin was growling and he took Mah-ron from Lucien. She howled in pain. "Little witch… give it to me. Now."

"Ouch! I don't know what you're talking about! Let go!" She started to cry.

Reyes took Mah-ron from Sabin and growled. "What's this about?! You don't have to be so callous."

He noticed the heated glare Sabin was giving Mah-ron. She clung to him, trembling and he forgot that he had thought she'd try to run away. "She has the box, make her give it to us and get rid of her…"

He was surprised hear a heated. "You can't have it!" He looked down at the girl in his arms. His boiling blood suddenly iced over.

Then he knelt and made her look at him. Everyone else had frozen in place and could only watch. "Sweetheart, if you have the box, you much give it to us. It's important. You know it could kill us all if you don't, then where would we be?" His voice was gentle.

Mah-ron didn't know what to do, she didn't understand. "But it's mine…I bought it…" She whined but at the pleading look from Reyes she sighed and moved away to pick up the box that she had dropped when Lucien grabbed her. She gingerly picked it up and handed it to Reyes, only looking at him. "H-here..." She hiccupped and started to cry anew.

Reyes sighed at the girl's expression and wrapped an arm around her as he opened the cardboard box that had a few holes in it. He then gawked, jaw dropped in shock as a large white bunny hopped out of the box and into Mah-ron's arms. She looked up. "That's what you bought?" She nodded and petted the bunny, which seemed to drown her upper half. He frowned at Sabin. "See now? You were wrong. And you're to leave her alone. It's just an innocent animal… not the dimOuniak."

Sabin's jaw tightened to breaking point as he frowned at Mah-ron, who was wiping her tears on the bunny's fur, starting to clam down. He could have sworn that she meant Pandora's box but he was wrong. But something in his gut said different, that she had it whether or not she knew and he would get it from her one way or the other. He turned on his heel and left, passing Aeron on his was inside the fortress.

Aeron took one look at everyone and was instantly by Mah-ron side. He noticed the large furry mass in her arms. "What…is that?"

The animal turned to him, nose twitching and ears flopping over its mistress's face and neck. "A bunny…I wanted a pet…" Her voice was childish and pleading. "Can I pretty please keep Cream?"

He gulped. "Cream?" He asked, confused and thoughts bordering on things that would make Paris smile.

"That's what I'm going to call him…can I?" She gave him wide doe eyes.

He looked at Lucien who had regained his stoic expression and nodded but then glimpsed at Torin, who smiled.

"Yes, you may keep him. But I think it would be better if you tell us you're buying things…alright?" He asked, voice a bit pleading. He wasn't sure if she was still upset with him and he didn't fail to note that Reyes had his arm draped around her. He let out a sudden growl and Pain reluctantly removed his touch.

Mah-ron didn't seem to notice. She bounced in place and almost tackled him in a hug. "Thank you!" She giggled and took his hand, leading him inside. "Do we have carrots to feed him? And and and…. Towin said that…he'd let me use your account. That ok? Please say yes! Or maybe Reyes would let m-"

"My account..." He spoke bluntly and Mah-ron merely squeezed his hand, barely holding onto her pet, it was so huge compared to her. He watched and the creature stared at him with red eyes. He shuddered. It reminded him of how he and the other lords looked when possessed.

"Oh!" He felt the woman stiffen beside him and looked down. Suddenly she was bolting upstairs. He had the inclination to follow but he didn't. He would let her come to him and it seemed to be working so far. He just hoped it was enough.

Little Mah-ron was excited. She raced to Kane's room to show him her new friend and possibly ask him to help her take care of it as an excuse to be around him. She leaned close when she noticed his door was ajar and heard Sabin's voice. That made her pause.

"You're not working hard enough. She spends more time with them…"

"I am, but you forget I have to fight Disaster around her. Three glasses broke in my hand, a mirror fell on me and I almost drowned in the shower when I slipped…"

"Excuses…get her to be yours, make her weak and then I'll pounce…she has what we need and after that…we kill her…"

"And if they don't agree with our plan?" Kane's voice broke at the end.

"They will…." Sabin's voice was serious, cold and without mercy or regret. His eyes flicked to the door and he glared at Mah-ron.

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