Don't Let Go...
A/N: Well I got more OC replies than intended XD I used the first that I got like I had said, but I'll try to find places for the rest of the OC since there werent that many. This is more of a filler chappie, because trust me...people are going to die in the next chapter...like alot of them. D; Hope you enjoy it, the OC belongs to SammiRichGurl :D
The first thing that Lucifer registered was the freezing temperature in which he found himself in. He found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. A constant reminder of the temperature hit him without mercy, the cold water rushing down his body; he wondered how he had gotten there. Then again, he didn't remember much of anything.
He sighed and dropped his head upon feeling the headache that loomed over him, his body ached all over and all he wanted to do was sleep and never wake up again. The damn water however prevented that.
A sudden shiver startled him and made him want to wake up, he didn't recall his body shaking before, the sudden development intrigued him. Slowly but surely he forced his eyes open and looked around. Everything was a black blur at first, but after a moment his senses started to come back to him.
He registered a body other than his own holding him, the constant shivering of the arms around him startled him enough to move his head to see who it was. He could clearly make out the shape of a woman, and upon closer inspection he realized it was Monica.
That alone made his blood run cold.
She was dead, wasn't she?
Suddenly it all came rushing back, from the call that Judas had made to him storming out of the bar with Gabriel close behind arguing that it might all be wrong. He had nearly drank all of the alcohol he could get his hands on, unfortunately for him all he could find was a bottle of Everclear that lay a third of the way empty on his coffee table.
He didn't remember much after the first three shots, but as he looked around he noticed he was in his bathroom. The shower was turned on and chilling water kept hitting him head on, he couldn't help but chuckle at the woman next to him.
She still remembered everything her father had warned her about. Running a gang of bikers was no easy task; in fact it was probably one of the most difficult in the world. You had members getting into motorcycle accidents night and day, rivals breathing down your neck with guns, and a whole gang of men to look after.
Lucifer wondered how long they had been in the shower; by the pain of the headache he could only assume it had been over four hours. He had to give it to her, she had endurance. Now that he really thought of it, the shower would probably benefit him the most and get her sick due to the prolonged period that she had spent with him.
"Hey, wake up," he groaned shifting slightly as her head shot up from its hung position and turned to look over at him. She sniffled before realizing he was awake, finally, he stared at her with that stupid grin of his that showed off his pointed canines.
"You bastard," she croaked back knowing that the cold water had done wonders to distort her voice. She managed a weak smile as he propped himself up and held back a hiss of pain as his whole body protested and ached.
"Sorry, babe," he replied as she rolled her eyes at him and pulled him into a tight embrace. He welcomed the warmth and buried his face in the crook of her neck letting out a shaky breath trying to get himself back together if only for her sake.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she scolded as he pulled her closer to him.
"We all thought you were dead, the damn bastards who did it thought it would be amusing to boast about it…they said they had made sure you were in there," he told her as she felt his chest vibrate against her shaking frame. "Judas called to tell me it was a lost cause when they got there, I made a promise to Felix, beautiful," he told her as she froze upon hearing her father's name. "I assured him that nothing would happen to you while I was still breathing, I guess I did a poor job in keeping my promise," he added bitterly thinking of what would have happened if she was dead due to his carelessness with her.
"But I'm not dead, Lucifer," she told him as he shivered when a cold gush of wind hit them. She held back a shiver of her own, "I suggest we get out of here, "she told him as he groaned before nodding. She pulled away and stood shakily. She waited for her body to gain its balance before offering a hand to Lucifer.
He took it after a moment of preparing himself and nearly fell on top of her when his body swayed forward. She prepared herself and managed to hold him up while grabbing one of his arms and wrapping it around her shoulders while leading him to his bedroom.
She opened the door with a kick and led him towards his bed as he allowed himself to fall back on it with a deep sigh. Monica merely ignored his dramatics and walked over towards his large closet and disappeared for a moment before coming back with a pair of black sweat pants. She tossed them on top of him as he glanced at the article of clothing and then at her before sighing even more.
"You have to change, you can't sleep in those soaked clothes," she told him as he ignored her and rolled over on the large bed causing Monica to walk over and kick his leg slightly to get his attention.
"Yes mother, I will change into my nice warm clothes in a minute," he mumbled with his face buried in the black sheets as Monica held back a laugh. She turned away from him before she started to walk out of his room.
"Mother, may I ask why I have to change, and you don't?" he called after her as she paused and looked down at herself. Like him, she was also drenched from head to toe; she hung her head low and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her hand trying to calm her nerves.
"Go to hell, Lucifer," she shot back as a low laugh reached her ears. He sat up and tilted his head at her as she stood in his doorway dripping wet.
"Where do you think I came from, doll?" he replied coyly as she resisted the urge to choke him.
"You're too happy for someone that nearly died of a hangover," she murmured underneath her breath as he shook his head and tossed the sweatpants at her along with a black tank top.
She took the pieces of clothing with a grateful smirk, "take care of yourself Lucifer, and try not to kill anyone, auf wiedersehen," she told him as he nodded to her as she waved goodbye and stepped out of his room. She headed towards his bathroom and quickly changed into the dry clothes which felt like heaven compared to the wet ones that weighed her down.
Granted she looked like a gangbanger's wife with the baggy sweatpants and the tight top, but at the moment she didn't care. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail before slipping on her boots and jacket and heading out of the large mansion.
She suppressed a shiver as she stepped outside and the unforgiving winter air struck her directly. She walked over to her motorcycle which had been covered over with a thin layer of snow as she swiped her hand across the seat and revved it up.
She had to shake her head from time to time to keep her focus on the road as she drove over to the Opera House once more. She would have to return soon to see what would be done about the Jackals, but all she needed right now was some much needed sleep.
She parked the bike outside of the massive gates and tossed the keys in the air while she walked over to the front doors. The snow beneath her boots gave away as it crunched loudly with every step.
She tilted her head upon seeing a woman standing outside trying to keep herself warm by hopping from one foot to the other as her brown hair danced behind her being held back in a ponytail as well.
The woman turned to her upon hearing the snow being crushed and nearly gasped when she saw Monica.
"I swear I might look like a gangbanger right now, but I'm not," Monica told her raising her hands in a freeze position as the woman eyed her wearily before a hesitant smile crept up on her face.
"I'm Giana, Giana Harold," she told the other woman offering her hand as Monica outstretched her own gloved one. She shook her hand and pulled her jacket around herself tighter before realizing that they were both standing outside in the cold when they could be inside.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to pardon my stupidity I haven't slept well in days," Monica told her opening the door much to Giana's surprise. She hadn't expected someone like her to have keys for the Opera House. "I assume you're one of the dancers that came to audition today?" Monica added looking back at her as Giana nodded and stepped in after the darkly dressed woman.
Her bright blue eyes scanned the foyer of the Opera Populair with wonder, she had been to many Opera Houses, but none could compare to the utter beauty of the one she was currently in.
"I'll teach you the dance myself, I will leave you to practice it and teach it to the other dancers while I rest for an hour or two," Monica told her leading the dancer to the main stage as Giana followed behind her looking at one thing after another.
Monica taught her the dance and approved of her once she noticed how quick she picked up everything. She then said her farewells and headed down to the lair dragging her feet the whole way down.
She arrived within a short period of time due to her knowing the way and headed towards the swan room when her boot stepped on something that uttered a shriek upon being stepped on.
Monica looked down tiredly and noticed a small rat staring up at her while trying to run away. Her face went paler than before as her whole body froze up. Her mind instantly remembering the pain she had felt with the bites the rats had given her that fateful night. She felt shivers run up and down her spine as she held herself trying to get over her fear but failing noticeably when she uttered a low cry.
"ERIK!" she screamed in utter terror as the Phantom rushed in from the library with a panicked expression on his face. She turned to face him and ran over to him with fear evident in her eyes as she practically jumped on him and threw her arms around his neck.
He managed to hold her up as her legs locked around his waist; she buried her face in his neck and clung on to him for dear life as her whole body shook uncontrollably.
"Please get rid of it…please!" she cried as the Phantom stood dumbstruck with one arm around her to keep her up. His eyes scanned the lair and found the culprit standing on its hind legs looking at the Opera Ghost with a blank expression in its beady little eyes.
He then remembered her fear of rats and immediately understood why she had reacted like that. He then proceeded to wrap both of his arms around her waist as he walked over to the rat and ushered it towards a tunnel leading deeper into the catacombs with a kick from the tip of his boot. The small animal scampered away instantly leaving the specter to deal with an already distressed woman clinging to him.
"The rat is gone," he whispered into her ear as she shook her head stubbornly and held on tighter. He could feel the damp spot she had left on his shirt due to her crying and after taking a moment he decided to carry her into his room.
He carried her over to his bed as she realized where they were and finally looked away from him if only for a moment. He stared back with a reassuring look as she slowly allowed her legs to fall from his body and she released the death grip she had on his neck.
She opened her mouth to ask him something only to have him place a finger over her lips.
"The child is upstairs in the dressing rooms with Fleur watching her, get some rest, mon amour," he told her as she smiled at the endearment that he had used. Her heart soared allowing her to forget for a moment the events that had occurred moments ago.
She placed a light kiss on the finger he had over her lips before laying back down on his bed. He stared at her with the same dumbfounded look as before.
The fact that a rat could scare her like that and not his face was something that his mind couldn't fathom. He thanked whatever force had told him to wear gloves that day, had she done that with his bare hand he didn't know if he would have been able to restrain himself from simply pulling her to him and crashing his lips down onto hers.
"I don't know what I would do without you, mon ange," she told him sleepily as he walked over to the door making sure to step as lightly as he possibly could.
"Neither do I," he whispered back to her closing the door behind him.
The soft click of the door was the last thing she registered before falling into a deep slumber.
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