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Chapter 7- Fall out

As Mah-ron and Aeron walked through the city, everyone stopped and stared. For starters, Aeron had flown them to the edge of the city and walked with one arm around her. There were gasps, scowls, looks of want and horror.

"That girl. Is she his prisoner?"

"His pet…"

"She doesn't look scared…"

"But then why? What would she be doing with one of the angels?"

Aeron growled, holding her tighter. He didn't usually go into the city. Only Paris did, for his needs and to buy food, though he did the first better that the latter. He was very uncomfortable but Mah-ron didn't even seem to mind. Probably because she couldn't understand Hungarian.

When she spotted a small shop, Mah-ron squealed and raced toward it. Aeron kept up but he was amazed that Mah-ron could run in heels. He had seen Ashlyn wobble on hers. He chuckled and then looked up. His woman seemed to light up as she raced through the aisles. She shoved a cart into his hands and loaded him up with grapes, pineapples, cantaloupe, oranges, and other fruits. She also piled cans of cream, which made Aeron think of bathing her in it and licking it off. His shaft flicked at the idea. "Can we hurry please?" Anxiousness now slipped through him as well as need.

With a giggle, Mah-ron nodded and bounced while they waited in line. Aeron looked down at the human money and gave it to Mah-ron. He had before never really any need of it. "You count it…what's wrong?" He hadn't missed Mah-ron's eyes go wide at the wad he handed her.

"I-I…knew you guys were loaded but you shouldn't walk around with so much…" She whispered and then he noticed people were still staring, and regrettably, murmuring. He watched as she quickly counted out the amount and handed it to the staring cashier.

Aeron resisted looking at her, as he did with any other human. If he did, he would see what their sins were. But then he realized that he had looked at people. And he had heard nothing. Did Mah-ron stop Wrath from doing that? He gawked at her in amazement.

The girl didn't notice. She handed Aeron the bags and danced to the exit. "Come on then!"

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Sabin had crept into Aeron's room and had heard a tapping. He opened the bathroom door to find a bunny sniffing at his boots. He scowled. It was the girl's blasted pet. He didn't know which was worse, it or Aeron.

He was about to pick it up when he heard the door slam. They were back; he could do nothing for now. He cursed, shut the door and ran downstairs.

In the kitchen, Mah-ron was laying the things out on the counter and talking animatedly. "Can you wash this for me? Hand me that knife. Do you know where the blender is? Oi! Wash your hands first!"

Aeron chuckled and did as told, he was happy just to be with Mah-ron and see her do something normal for once, instead of moping in her room and fighting with the others.

No sooner had he thought that, did Sabin walk in. Both men looked at each other and the room grew ice cold. Doubt then turned to watch the girl, but her thoughts were solely of her work. He stepped close to the girl and set the blender in front of her. "This what you wanted?"

The tiny girl looked up and her eyes went wide but she gave Sabin her best smile. "Yes…thank you…" She poured the ice into it and then the cream and turned it on. The whirring filled the room but there was still that awkward silence. Then Mah-ron slowly turned to Sabin. "Could you taste it for me? Tell me if I should add more cream…"

Sabin's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

Mah-ron looked as if she would cry. "B-because I'm making it for everyone…I want everyone to enjoy it…" At the pleading in her eyes, Doubt almost forgot that Mah-ron was the object of his hate right now and he stuck his finger into the blender. No sooner than he did that did she turned it on, disintegrating his hand. Sabin let out a howl as the cream turned pink then red before he could pull his hand back.

All the while, Aeron gawked and then smirked, Wrath purring in approval. Mah-ron herself was grinning as she dumped the bloody mess and rinsed the blender. She began making a new batch as Sabin tried to grab her. Then chaos ensued. She screamed and Aeron swung into motion.

With a quick movement, Sabin was flung away from Mah-ron and dangled above the floor by his throat. Aeron's face was not his own, it was Wrath's instead. "You don't touch the girl…" He dropped Sabin and tugged Mah-ron from the room, leaving Doubt to heal and seethe.

The tiny girl looked up at Aeron and cupped his face. Her other hand smoothed over his shoulders and Wrath began to recede. Aeron's vision cleared and he could now see that both he and Mah-ron were covered in blood. He sighed but then blanched. "Are you hurt?" His voice was guttural.

"Nope...only stupid Sabin…mean mean!" Mah-ron pouted and he was relieved.

"That wasn't wise, you scared me…can you even fight?" He asked, setting her down as he locked his bedroom door and then pulling her to the bathroom.

Stumbling to keep up, Mah-ron's eyes widened. "What? Of course I can!"

"Then why didn't you?" He shot back, sighed and turned on the hot water, steam misted around them.

At his slant, Mah-ron felt wounded. She backed up biting her bottom lip.

Aeron reached out, realized what he did and then growled. He'd hate himself for this, he knew. "Reyes can teach you, if you want…should I arrange it?"

Simply nodding, Mah-ron turned, stepped out of her clothes and into the water, she watched the red turn to pink then clear. She knew how to fight; she had just frozen, panicked.

Aeron growled until he was hoarse at the sight of her. Her long hair curling around her, hips temptingly wet. Curves exquisite and small. Her arms were crossed, supporting her chest and Aeron had the hardest time trying not to think of things to do to her round bottom.

The water was too hot but Mah-ron lifted her face to it, she was crying a little and was glad that Aeron didn't know. Then she blinked. Where was Aeron? She half turned to see him watching her and gasped. His expression was hungry and Mah-ron took a step backward, slipping.

In an instant, Mah-ron was pressed into Aeron as he caught her. Her eyes went wide as she looked up at Aeron. He was growling and her feet weren't touching the floor, she could feel his shaft rub against her inner thighs and she whimpered.

Wrath and man were in complete agreement, the sweet tiny thing in Aeron's arms was the most gorgeous, amazing and temptingly sweet thing they had ever seen. Another growl escaped him and he bent to nip at her shoulder. "I don't want to let you go…"

Her head dropping back, Mah-ron let out a sigh, dismay forgotten. She wiggled, hands on Aeron's chest. "You don't have to…but you still have your clothes on…" She giggled.

A chuckle escaped him and Aeron winked. "Why don't you remove them then?" He felt her shudder and eased back to gaze at her.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Mah-ron looked away. "Will you take me if I do?" She held her breath as she waited, afraid, for the answer.

Aeron blinked. She was afraid, not of him but… He groaned and held her firmly to him. "Oh, honey. I won't force you, ever…I'll do anything though to make you stay...with me…always."

Nodding, Mah-ron felt her body slacken in relief. She was sure she wanted Aeron, just, not yet. Carefully, she peeled his now soaked jeans from Aeron's hips and tugged him into the shower all the way. Aeron groaned and let his woman strip him. His length rubbed against her and he smirked as she jumped. At her expression, he merely smiled and kissed her sweetly.

Moaning, the tiny girl gripped his hair, which was growing fast. She purred and wrapped a leg around him. Aeron's fingers slid from her neck down to her hips. He couldn't enter her with himself, but at least he could enter her discreetly. She was arching into his touch and whimpering but when his fingers slipped over her core she jumped and they entered. Aeron growled at her warmth that had nothing to do with the shower. He vaguely thought he would have loved to be the one to take her virginity, but he knew he wouldn't give anyone else the opportunity to take her ever again.

As her essence slipped from her, Mah-ron sank against Wrath and eased his hand away from her core. "Nosh…" She slipped into her native tongue eyes glazed.

Aeron frowned but pulled his hand back and began to wash her instead. He would take her, wanted to now. Do it. He couldn't tell if it was him or the demon. He didn't care. His hands wandered again and then his face stung with pain.

Mah-ron glared at him through water-laden eyelashes and slapped him again before stepping out of the tub and marching, slick with water to get dressed. Wrath stared after her, red winking into his vision at being denied but let her go. She half dried her hair with one of his shirts and slipped into a short kimono or black and red silk with a pink sash, one of her outfits that had placed in his room.

She glared one last time at Aeron and raced off to find Reyes. Her heart was racing fast and the tears were hot and burned her face.

Punch. Slam. Roundhouse kick. The punching bag swung back and forth, in time with his racketed breathing. When something light and feathery touched his shoulder then down to his waist, he spun around and grabbed the narrow wrist. He blinked to see a wide-eyed Mah-ron gazing up at him in fear and admiration. She didn't even seem to notice the blade in his free hand.

Mah-ron shivered as her eyes slid down, Reyes was shirtless again and ribbons of sweat slid down ropes of muscles. She gulped. "U-uh, hi? I was told you could erm…teach me?"

Reyes blinked and released Mah-ron's wrist and tugged her into a hug. "Teach you…to love?" He asked, hopeful, then caught himself and growled, easing her backward and away from him. "Wouldn't Aeron teach you?"

Frowning, Mah-ron put her hair in a slick, high ponytail. "We're not speaking…" Her voice was harsh and bitter and for some reason, that made Reyes smile. Physical pain, he could enjoy. The emotional pain of the last few days, however, was torture he wouldn't recommend for anyone, not even Hunters.

"I won't ask why. I know better." He watched her and smiled. Her outfit was short, fitted and cute. He wanted, however, to see what was underneath. Then he blinked. "What did you want me to teach you?" He couldn't keep the lust out of his voice and he prayed she didn't notice.

Mah-ron didn't. She watched Reyes for a minute then walked around his room touching a weapon here and there. "To…fight…like you. To win…."

Chuckling, he followed behind the small lovely girl he wished to call his own. "You know already how to fight. You fought me…quite a lot…" He leaned down and brushed his lips across her face and smiled as she jolted.

Face heating, Mah-ron turned to look at Reyes. "Well, Sabin hates me and I doubt he'll let it drop that I shoved his hand in a blender, so I think Aeron would be uber happy if you taught me…"

No laughter came at the mention of Sabin's name, only searing anger. He also didn't so much like even Aeron's name called out. He sighed. "So be it…" He thought for a minute. Mah-ron could fight with knives, so he would teach her other weapons. He picked up two swords. He threw one at Mah-ron. "Catch…"

Squeaking, Mah-ron rushed to one side as the sword clanked to the floor. She growled at Reyes. "It's sharp, are you trying to kill me?" She glared and picked it up, it was really heavy.

Reyes sighed, noticing the way she was holding it and frowned. "Throw it, I'll show you how to catch...if you can…" He added, raising an eyebrow at her.

Face heating more, Mah-ron threw it back and watched as Reyes turned, making look like he'd miss the sword and caught it at the hilt. "Not bad…I-" Her eyes went wide as Reyes tossed it back, end over end.

Eyes going wide as well, he gawked when Mah-ron caught it and slid into a fighter stance. "Who taught you that?" He gripped his sword tightly now, not sure what to expect. For a moment, he thought her Bait, but the job of Bait was self-sacrifice. A hunter would know how to fight, naturally. A female hunter then? One who stole his heart. He suddenly felt very ashamed.

"No one…" When she saw him hesitate, Mah-ron charged. She slashed and knocked Reyes's sword from his hand. Then she heard a growl and saw a swish of silver. Out of reflex, Mah-ron defended herself from Reyes's stab and gasped to see his face, faces. Both were angry, red and boring into her with intent to harm. "What's wrong?"

Both Pain and Reyes growled. His jaw tightened, popped and he could only hiss out one word. "Fight…"

At the guttural hue in his voice, Mah-ron felt like blacking out. She felt her body move but she didn't exactly feel the control of it. With two movements, she pinned Reyes's sword hand to the wall and nailed him between the legs. When he slumped over she slammed the blunt end of the sword over his back.

Sweet hateful heady pain swept over Reyes, wonderful but not as sweet as jumping off the balcony. Pain receded into the back of his mind, sated but Reyes still had to fight. He growled, tasting the metallic tang of his blood and swept out his arm, knocking Mah-ron on her back.

With a whoosh, the air was knocked from her lungs, and Mah-ron struggled to get up. But Reyes slid over her, heavy and covered in blood. She shrieked, her sword just out of reach. "Get off!" His earthly smell of sandalwood actually made her panic when mixed with heat.

The warrior growled and shook his head. "Not until you answer me! Are you a hunter?!" The words burned his throat and he prayed the answer was no, and that he could believe it. If not, then the hunters were dangerously close to what they wanted.

Hunter? "What're are you talking about? I've never hunted anything in my life! You're hurting me!" Mah-ron writhed and did the one thing she shouldn't have, rubbed against his shaft.

Reyes left out another growl, but instead of anger, the emotion behind it was pleasure. He was hurt, bleeding and panting and Mah-ron was warm beneath him. He hoped he didn't snap. "You're being honest? If you aren't, I will hand you over to Sabin."

Mah-ron, not noticing what she was doing, started to punch and scratch Reyes. "Yes, I am! Now move!" She panted, still panicked and writhing underneath the warrior.

Take… "As you wish…" Reyes answered both the girl and his demon. His hands slid over her thighs, making her freeze in place. Reyes's eyebrows knit together and a shudder rocked him. "Gods…you're not wearing any…"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not wearing any panties cause I was rushing to dress…I didn't think anyone would try and feel me up…" Without warning, Mah-ron butted her head against Reyes's sending pain through his entire body. She scampered to sit up and rush away.

Pain growled and dragged Mah-ron back under him, allowing her to scratch and kick, a satisfied smile spread over his face and he tugged at the sash of her kimono, letting it fall to either side of Mah-ron.

Heat flooding her face, she growled and kneed Reyes, making him double over. "Get off me, now!" Distrust was clawing at her mind until the edges frayed to shreds and her vision blurred. But everything melted away as Reyes pressed against her.

"If you stop that, I will. You're making it worse." Reyes hissed through clenched teeth. And he meant it. What with her hitting him and pressing into him, she was arousing him worse than anything he'd ever felt before.

Glaring, Mah-ron bit his arm. "Liar. I'll do what I want to-AHH!"

Lost in it all, Reyes slammed away into her. Pushed over the edge, he bit and sucked at the tender skin of her neck as she clawed at him, filling him with sweet pain and ever-sweeter pleasure. He ground deep getting a soft moan and an arch.

Her skin heating more, Mah-ron fought hard against the pleasure and fear but the pleasure was winning. Her mind seemed to be scattered all over the floor. "S-stop, please, Reyes…" She almost hiccupped out, voice fading into moans.

"You like it…" He growled, eyeing the red bite marks along her shoulder. He could feel her arch against him and her nails dragging lines into his arms and back. Her soft whimpers egging him on so he bit down, leaving a red trail behind. But he also felt guilty. He knew that she cut and that she liked pain but that was no reason for him to add to it. He had to stop. For her sake and his.

Legs tightening around Reyes to better through him off balance, Mah-ron growled and struggled with the last of her strength. She felt his heat and the smell of sandalwood. Then as the last of her conscious thought started to fade to black, Mah-ron's fingers gripped metal.

Reyes saw the flash of silver and felt the stab of pain a second after he realized little Mah-ron had stabbed him. He found release in her and her pain, filling her tiny tummy with his seed. He panted and held tight to her.

Mah-ron screamed and her body slumped in release and stress, the blackness claiming her. Pain examined the small figure beneath him in pleasure, pain, sorrow, and pity. Her forehead was damp and her face was set in a grin, but there were signs of stress, he really shouldn't have. He eased himself out and closed her kimono. He would have to take her back or risk someone finding her.

But someone had already. Sabin stood in the doorway, he had witnessed enough and he smirked as he raced off before he was caught.

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Danika woke with a scream. The soaked hotel sheets stuck to her damp body and she threw them off. Frustration and anger fought for dominance within her too small body. She really needed an outlet and she picked Reyes's face. From her last premonition, she had been home in New Mexico, but now she was in Buda, plotting the best way to approach the fortress. The one called Aeron was obviously not thirsting for her family's blood but the person responsible for that was also to be blamed for the havoc she was wreaking on Reyes.

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When Mah-ron woke, she was in her own room, very sore but otherwise fine. Distrust was seething in the back of her mind, but not intolerable. She growled. Pain had hell to pay, but that was or another time. For now, the tiny caramel girl had to calm herself before her power got the better of her.

Everyone she had the misfortune to pass, his or her most recent act would play in her mind. At first it was fine, she would just be around children. But when around adults? Let's just say she'd rather have not seen her mentors in their home environment. This very annoying 'gift' started right after Madison and their parents died, right when Mah-ron lost everything she had once held dear. And she hated it.

With time, Mah-ron had mastered it, all by herself. She figured that if she could distract herself and keep herself calm then she would only see the person, not their actions. But it wasn't enough. Once she saw something, her opinion of that person was forever altered and so she moved from place to place. But would she be able to do that now?

Ignoring a headache waiting to begin, she rose off the bed, slipped on a pair of jeans and a very revealing shirt and made her way to the kitchen. She was amazed at how quiet it was. Without hindrance, she made her favorite dessert, the Halu-halu she had intended before the whole fit with Sabin. But now she had no one to share it with. Mah-ron's brows knit together. Since when did she share anything? She liked being by herself. This place was changing her in more ways than she was finding pleasant.

When he heard the knock, he thought he was dreaming, so he ignored it. Lucien was out collecting, Reyes was sulking about something or other, Sabin and his lot had slunk to haunt their rooms instead of socialize. Aeron was busy fixing his room. Paris was in the city, no surprise there. And Maddox and Ashlyn were otherwise occupied.

"It's very rude to ignore a lady, you know…" A very cute and peeved Mah-ron slipped into his room and Torin's jaw hit his computer console.

"You're not supposed to be in here!" He jumped up, green eyes sparking with fear. No human had ever stepped into his room, not even Ashlyn. Lonely thought.

Mah-ron blinked back tears, trying not to drop the small tray as she stepped backward. "F-fine…I had only meant to be nice and bring sustenance but I guess I'm not wanted…" Her voice was that of a wounded child.

Torin's eyes rolled skyward as he cursed the gods for his kind heart and thirst for others. He studied the girl. "What was it you brought me? It doesn't smell like anything I've ever eaten before…" He watched as Mah-ron inflated with air, obviously insulted. He cringed. Paris had talked about what women were like when angry, and it was something that rivaled even the deities. "It smells better…" He hastily added, reaching for the tall silver flask with the spoon sticking out.

But Mah-ron sidestepped his attempt and held out the spoon inches from his nose. Cream, fruit and ice made soft tendrils of smoke float upward. He looked at the spoon back to Mah-ron's expectant face. He wasn't touching her skin to skin so it should be ok. Should. He closed his lips around the spoon and cool sweetness enveloped him. He licked his lips. "It's Halu-halu…do you like it?"

"Yes…" Torin had to resist the urge of touching her wrist in an effort to get more. "What does that translate to?" Another spoonful. He had never had anyone feed him, not even when he was recovering for the hunter attack hardly a month previous. No one dared to, for fear of contamination. He didn't realize that he was edging closer to the small girl. Years of restraint and careful practice, down the drain.

Mah-ron giggled and fed Torin contently as she looked around his room. The man did love black. A bit too much. "It's Pinoy for 'mixed.' Translated word for word it's 'mixed mixed.' Actually, when I lived in New York, there was this Filipino store in Portchester that had Ubo ice cream; the girl's family put everything in the Halu-halu. Sweet beans, coconut and yet, simple fruit is fine with me. Besides, I doubt I could find a Pinoy store here…."

Torin smiled. He liked the translation, even though he had already known what it meant. This was his time with the girl and he would savor it. Besides, he was being innocent, right?

Then he saw something he wished he hadn't. Sticking out of Mah-ron's pocket was one of his arm-length gloves. He swallowed and the sound echoed in his ears. "Where did you get that glove, honey?" He could hear the strain being casual put on his voice.

Mah-ron blinked and touched the soft fabric. "Oh, I saw some spares in the hallway closet. Is that ok?" She blinked innocently. "Because I know I couldn't ask you for a pair…"

Torin relaxed and smiled. "Yes it's ok…" Relief heavily dripping from his words, he even chuckled. But what he didn't know was that Mah-ron had in fact taken something from his room.

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"Is this really necessary?" Lucien asked for the umpteenth time. He went over Sabin's plan again in his head and found it to be the most underhanded one he'd ever heard of, let alone be involved in.

Doubt narrowed his eyes and even Cameo stepped backward. She knew Lucien wasn't to be toyed with, but she was certain Sabin couldn't rival that. He couldn't say he was sure if it was a lie. One lie and he was knocked out for longer than he would like to be.

But just at that moment, Mah-ron walked in with a tray laden with food. When she saw Cream, her pet rabbit, hopping on the floor, his leash clutched by Sabin and Kane, with a dismayed face, holding a very 40-pound weight just over his floppy-eared head.

"Welcome, beauty…." Sabin grinned.