A/N: AAANNNDDD another update. :)
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Soundtrack: Don't Wanna Go Home by Jason Derulo; Rain by Klaypex (if you like dubstep LOOK THEM UP!); Chinter's Will by Klaypex
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Last Time…
… Ezekiel's eyes shone brightly in the darkness and the vampire easily placed the fluttering in his chest as happiness. His ears perked up when he heard the guards approaching. With a small growl he grabbed Isaac's neck and pulled him into one last scorching kiss, hearing the human inhale sharply.
They parted and Isaac stood, stroking Ezekiel's face once more and smiling before turning to the door, which slid open, revealing the guards. Without another word he exited, leaving the very nervous guards to deal with Ezekiel's poisonous glare until morning.
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Isaac strode down the prison halls, panic written clearly on his handsome face. His fast pace made his cloak fly out behind him.
He stopped in front of the door breathing rather hard, feeling impatient seeing that the guards were sleeping in front of the pass code pad.
"Open the door." He said, resisting the urge to shake the guards awake. The guards slowly began to wake up, looking at him blearily, wondering why the priest was at the prison at this time of night.
"Father?"
"I said OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" Isaac bellowed, grabbing the guard and moving him aside, punching in the code and almost running inside and quickly closing the door.
Ezekiel had woken up when he heard Isaac first talk and then yell, so he was already sitting up in bed when Isaac came inside his room with terror in his eyes. Ezekiel's brow furrowed when Isaac lunged forward and collapsed in his arms, shaking.
"Isaac what—"
"They know."
Ezekiel felt dread seeping into his system as Isaac pulled back, tears trailing down his face.
"The clergy knows you're here." Isaac's voice shook. Ezekiel swallowed.
"So? As far as I know they couldn't give a shit about me." He said, not quite sure who he was trying to convince. What he felt wasn't fear for himself. He could care less if he got punished. But Isaac… He would die before he let anyone lay a hand on Isaac.
Isaac was his everything now; he couldn't deny it any longer. Isaac came before himself, and at that moment he had to make sure Isaac was taken care of.
"Don't worry about—"
"They're coming here; now; to take you to a public trial that will ultimately end in an execution." Isaac barely got the words out before he buried his face in his hands. Ezekiel felt his insides shrivel. This was a side of Isaac that he had never seen before. It frightened him more than the trial did.
"Listen to me." Ezekiel gently pulled Isaac's hands away from his face, startled momentarily by the bright blue his eyes were from crying.
"I don't care about a damn trial. Let them kill me for all I care." Isaac opened his mouth to protest but Ezekiel quickly silenced him with a kiss.
"But if they even think about layin' their filthy hands on you, so help me," His eyes lit up yellow.
"I'll find a way to come back from the grave." Ezekiel let go of Isaac's hands when the guard knocked on the door, entering after waiting a few seconds.
"They've arrived, Father." He said to Isaac, looking almost as scared as Isaac had minutes before. Isaac nodded, looking back to Ezekiel when the door shut once more. Ezekiel took Isaac's face in his hands, looking at him intensely.
"Be strong. For me." The vampire said, smiling when Isaac closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, taking a deep breath before opening his eyes again, hearing the approaching footsteps. He grasped Ezekiel's face and pulled him into a hard passionate kiss, fighting the urge to let his tears flow again. He was stronger than that. He would remain composed.
He leaned back breathing hard, giving Ezekiel a sad smile when the vampire turned his head and kissed Isaac's palm.
Isaac stood and put his hood on, giving Ezekiel one last look of longing before arranging his face into a blank expression. The door slid open, and three of the Clergy's personal guards stood in the threshold, guns cocked and ready.
"Let's go."
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People parted in the streets as Isaac and the guards walked to the Cathedral Building. Isaac walked ahead while Ezekiel walked between two guards, with the third guard in the rear, gun aimed at Ezekiel's head. Unlike Isaac, the guards hadn't bothered to cloak Ezekiel. He walked in his full Western-clad glory, notorious hat and all.
The citizens of Cathedral City didn't know the name of the man with the black hat, but they had heard of him through various means, and steered clear, casting nervous and curious glances after the group.
Isaac remained stone-faced as they walked, refusing to show any weakness or signs of how distressed he was feeling. He wouldn't let them execute Ezekiel, even if he had to jump down into the middle of the trial himself, consequences be damned.
The large doors to the conference room looked ominous but as many times as Isaac had been called inside, it no longer shook him. What did shake him, however, was the number of people already seated in the balcony.
The Conference Room was similar to the Monsignors' meeting room; large viewing stand for the Monsignors to sit, stone pillars and chairs, blinding white lights, wide circular floor space, and of course the Cross-in-Circle emblem inlaid in gold on the floor.
In the middle of the cross was a chair with restraints on the arms, obviously meant to hold Ezekiel. Isaac almost laughed. Those wouldn't hold him; not by a long shot.
"You sit in the stands next to Priestess, Father." One guard said to Isaac, sounding more humble than the other guards had; obviously a man who still respected the Priests and what they stood for. Isaac nodded and did as he was told, removing his hood when he sat down.
"What's going on? What happened?" Priestess said quietly, eying Ezekiel as he was forced to sit, a smug smile fixed on his face as he observed his surroundings. Isaac watched as the guards tightened the restraints.
"Someone must have found out and told the clergy." He said back in a hushed tone. He didn't want anyone around them hearing. Priestess furrowed her brow, looking at him.
"One of the prison guards?"
"They were bound by an unbreakable oath of silence, they couldn't have said anything even if they wanted to." Isaac replied, shaking his head.
"I don't know who talked, and I don't care. They had just better hope that I don't find out who they are." He said, his face darkening.
Priestess looked at Isaac with a shocked expression. Threatening humans wasn't something Isaac usually did, so he must be quite upset, even if his ever-controlled expression said otherwise.
"Regardless of what happens, I'm here and always on your side. He's my brother, too." Priestess said, returning Isaac's soft smile.
"Thank you, Dovinity." Isaac said, not bothering to say anything more. He wasn't going to tell her about his relationship with Ezekiel just yet.
The pounding of a gavel was heard, signifying the start of the trial. The room fell into silence.
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A/N: GOODGODANOTHERCLIFFHANGER! –is shot-
Priestess' name 'Dovinity' is credited to LordxXxofxXxDorkness. THANKS, DORKY! :D