He scares me. Neferet, nope not scared of her at all. She's just a big bully who tries to appear stronger than she really is and plus, I think she's a loopy which always makes her a little bit stupid because her thinking is jacked up.

Damascus on the other hand is a sophisticated evil. He was really good looking and doesn't seem having any of that ugly thing that evil people go through.

That never made sense to me. How does just turning evil make you ugly? This does go back to a theory of my English teacher's who thinks evil is beautiful cuz people don't like ugly things and which I totally agree with.

Oh, and Damascus having Immortal powers that he's had for a gazillion and knows how to use very well probably doesn't help.

He walked around in my room and looked around. He's eyes found Skye.

He gave a small laugh. "You have hatchling, little Mediator."

I grabbed Skye and squished her to my boobies. I glared at him. I was going to squish him like grape if he tried to hurt her and then run away screaming for the others because he does scare me shitless.

It hit me with a gut clenching zing. There was also a big reason, a very big reason, why he scared me more than the psycho, fake Priestess: he killed my parents. I think I have grounds to run, screaming away from him.

"And, what concern of it is it of yours?" I asked. I wonder if I could dart down the stairs before he caught me.

"If you ever came to fully understanding your powers, then you could be a dangerous enemy." He said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "You said I had a couple of months."

He studied me with those ice blue eyes. It felt like the blood in my veins was freezing.

"Things are occurring much faster than I had anticipated." He said. "So, our bargain may not hold."

I bit my tongue. I wanted to punch him in the face and break his stupid face in! But, um, that probably won't end well for me at all.

"Don't be upset, little Raven." He cupped my chin. I tried to pull away, but he curled his fingers tightly around my jaw. "You think I enjoy tormenting my heir's eternal mate?"

"Yes." I said.

He smiled. "It amazes me how similar you are to your father. He fell because of love and it seems his daughter is following in his footsteps."

I twisted my face out of his hand and took a step back. What was his issue with personal bubble space?

"I think you should get out of here before I get a restraining order." I said.

He chuckled. "Are you or your pathetic little group of mortals going to stop me?"

"We just might." I said.

"Lesser beings would claim it was a coincidence that the Mediator has become such close allies with a group very powerful mortals, but I am not a lesser being."

Gods, did all immortals have this hubristic idea about themselves? Lord, I'm going to shoot myself next time I hear one of them utter 'lesser beings.'

"Did you come here for a reason?" I asked.

"I came for your scent." He said getting straight to the point.

"That's really creepy." I blurted.

He suddenly shot towards me and took my face tightly in his hands. His eyes went really scary and he kissed me.

Okay, maybe not kissed as much as put his mouth on mine, so I guess he mouthed me, but it was still creepy as all get out!

I tried to push him away and I felt the weird sensation that my breath was being pulled from my lungs.

Suddenly, I really couldn't breathe. My lungs were burning and I was feeling dizzy. Skye cried out, but she was drowned out by the ringing in my ears. I felt myself going limp when he finally let me go.

I just slumped to the ground and tried to breathe. It felt like that one time when some woman came in to talk to us high schoolers about the importance of organ donation and how it saved her life. She had some sort of lung disease and she gave us straws, no, it was one of those coffee stirrers and had us try and breath through those cuz that what it felt like for her everyday just to exist. That's what it felt like I was, once again, trying to breathe through a coffee stirrer.

Skye chittered and scrambled over my thighs. My dizziness passed enough that I could watched Damascus do his weird Immortal shit.

He pulled out a vial and blew golden fog into the glass before tightly corking it.

"What the hell?" I gasped.

"It's your breath. I already had your scent, but unfortunately because of your change back into your half-breed your scent has changed." He waved the bottle. "Your breath contains a portion of your spirit and the scent of it will never change no matter how your physical body changes."

What? How does spirit have a scent? Or was it only my breath that smelled? How does my breath smell not change even though my body does? Why did he have to mouth me to get my breath?!

I felt really funky. It felt like my whole body was one huge pinched nerve. Everything was numb and prickling at the same time. I didn't feel faint per say, but I definitely didn't feel right.

"Don't worry. You will recover, eventually." He said. "You don't have fear about it killing you."

"Joy." I exhaled. Skye chittered at me and curled up against my navel.

He gave me a look of fake pity. "We don't have to be enemies, Raven. The insult your father inflicted on me can be ratified in other ways."

"I still wouldn't like you." I said gaspily.

He gave me a wicked smile. "Then how else would you and Dominic be together? He's been my heir for nearly a thousand years."

Lord, I'm in love with a pedophile. Does it still count for Immortals? I mean, isn't Rephaim also a pedophile since he's been around for about a thousand years or does it not because he wasn't flesh for all that time? Should I be concerned about the huge age different?

"The oath he swore is unbreakable and when I die he will take my place."

"Wait, when?" I coughed. I didn't think Immortals thought about 'when' they die.

His eyes hardened. "I never take chances, little one. When one is trying to change the world, you can't take any chances."

That might be some good advice. I'll tuck that away just in case in comes in handy.

"Why do you want to change the world?" The breathing was getting easier. I felt like I was getting a good chunk of the air that my heaving lungs was trying to get to my brain, but I still felt wrong.

"Surely you've seen how the humans and vampyres have nearly destroyed the ancient sights and the ways?" He asked.

"So?" Was Damascus a protect the rain forest type of guy? Somehow that didn't coincide with his personality.

"They are not worthy of being the dominants of this realm." He said. "They ignore whatever is not beneficial or convenient for their 'safe and prefect' society." He sneered the last two adjectives.

"I don't think it matters whether you think they are worthy. The Creator chose them and last time I checked, you are not the Creator." I said.

He looked down at me (and I meant that more of a look rather than a direction since I was on the floor and he's been looking down at me this entire little chat) and gave me a sly smile.

"I assume if a group of humans or vampyres decided another group was not worthy that you would be behind them and supporting them, hm, little Mediator?"

"Depends on the two groups and I don't think I would have such a problem with mortals bickering if a some dumbass immortal wanted to play God and take over the world like everyone other stupid, cliché villian."

His eyes slit and he struck out at me, wrapping his hand around my throat (and his hand was frickin' huge! Or my throat was really tiny, one of the two). My breath was immediately gone.

"I'm trying to be nice." He breathed. "I really would like my heir to stop moping over some little girl who caught his eye, but you've seem to completely entranced him."

I entranced a boy? Who would have thunk it. Especially since some sexy, well-built immortal guy went for the cute, dorky half-breed.

Is it petty of me that I kinda want to go back to high school and rub it in those stupid sluts' faces? Hell, I kinda wanted to go back and say how little their lives really have no value and be able to prove it.

But, I guess they really wouldn't care because they're remarkably stupid and shallow and illiterate. Maybe Damascus of Neferet should take over the world, at least I won't have to deal with them anymore because I think even they would get rid of them because of their all-around uselessness.

Damascus crying out in pain brought me away from my war against stupid females and he let me go. I coughed and took a deep breath and saw Skye was dangling from his wrist.

He growled in anger and threw my hatchling across the room.

I punched him in his smug, stupid, god damn face!

He stumbled back and touched the blood running down his face looking at it like no one has ever punched him before.

"Don't you dare touch my hatchling again!" Just like every other time I was pushed past the fucking pissed off level, I forgot that I got my breath pulled from my lungs and then he had choked me making my breathing worse and I felt funny. I just wanted to kill him!

"In fact." My elements quivered around me and sparks shot out and exploded. "I don't to ever see your stupid ass face again!" And a pulse of dark and light energy flew from my body. Tendrils shot out and wrapped around him. It dragged him out of the window without so much as a noise for him, or maybe I couldn't hear it over the ringing in my ears.

I didn't feel the elements go poof after they got rid of him. I sensed a barrier forming around the depot and I closed my eyes and sighed. At least he wouldn't back anytime soon.

I dropped down to my butt and that whole lack of breath popped back up. My head spun or maybe the room or maybe Raven was spinning. I don't know! My lungs were burning and I felt way too nauseous to have not vomited yet.

Skye chittered and rubbed her head against my hand.

I won't puke. I won't puke.

I don't think I passed out, but I did daze enough that I didn't hear or notice Dominic slip into my room not until he was lifting me up and pressing his mouth against mine.

Whoa there boy! I've already been mouthed by another immortal pedophile and I don't want to be mouthed anymore tonight. Is that technically molestation?

Something cold trickled down my throat and curled into my lungs. What was weird was it tasted like…well, warmth. It tasted like summer air that you're gulping down when you're overheated.

I pulled away and coughed. The nausea was gone and the dizziness too. I was just really tried now. I tilted my head up. "Thanks."

"What happened?"

"Damascus took my breath." I said.

He muttered under his breath and even being cradled against his chest I was unable to hear what he said.

"What did you do to me?" I asked.

"A bit of my energy." He said. He kissed my forehead. "It won't completely fix what happened, but if you get a few good hours of sleep you should be able to function tomorrow."

I sighed and snuggled against his chest. Hey, I was already smushed to him, so why not indulge a bit? I fully admit his sexy, and his really warm. I never understood girl's infatuation with Edward. He's a frickn' slab of dead, cold flesh and every stupid girl wants to snuggle up with him. Ew.

Again, I pushed my war against stupid females away so I could focus on what just happened.

"How did you know I was in trouble?" I asked.

"I felt your fear and then you were suddenly pissed off so I figured Damascus come over to harass you." He said.

"I thought he was going to leave me alone." I said. "Until, you know that stupid deadline pops up."

"Things are occurring much faster than he expected." He whispered.

Great.

Suddenly, my lip starting quivering and my eyes began prickling. He rubbed my arm really nicely and I just burst into tears. I still want to know how movie people cry so prettily. How come we never see movie people snot all over themselves, face get all red, and eyes go all puffy?

I buried my face into his tight man boobs and curled up into a fetal position on his lap.

He held me tightly and murmured nice things into my hair. His wings wrapped around me and hide me in a nice, warm and soft cocoon. His warm hands rubbed my back and I held his shoulders tightly.

The sobs subsided to hiccups. Dominic moved around and handed me a handkerchief. I wiped my face and wiped the snot and tears I got over all over his chest.

"Sorry." I murmured. "I don't why I just burst into tears." I hiccupped and moaned because it actually hurt me. My mouth was thick and I tried to swallow the thick lump still in my throat.

"It's okay."

"I mean, I don't usually just burst into tears cuz it's stupid to cry cuz it doesn't help anything and you just get all snotty and putty eyed and-"

He pressed a hand against my mouth. "Sh. It's okay." He's really pretty violet eyes were really soft and my lip was quivering again. He rubbed the sticky tears off my face and kissed my cheeks. "It's okay."

Dammit! Why can't he just be an asshole and tell me to suck it up and give him a blow job, or whatever assholes want from little girls. Why is he being so nice? Shit! I'm going to cry some more. Gah! I hate crying about stupid stuff! It's not like people aren't nice to me and I've been so starved for humans kindness my tear ducts are panicking.

Skye snuggled against me and I realized she was squished between us. I scratched her horns and she stuffed her nose into my arm pit. I curled around her and pressed my ear against Dominic's chest and listened to the steady thumping of his heart.

I sorta of woke-up when he picked me up and tucked me into bed. I opened my eyes and looked blurry eyed at him.

He kissed me softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I murmured and kissed him back. I snuggled deeper under the covers and curled around my pillow. Skye curled next to me and I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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