Stevie wasn't sure about this. He wasn't sure about a lot of things. The fight with Lamia was approaching. Once his mom found her exact location, Stevie had his orders to kill her. No matter what. Even if she looked human, Stevie's job was to remember that she was sent to earth as its ultimate destroyer and he had to end her life by any means necessary. His doom was approaching, His destiny imminent. So you'd think Stevie would have more things on his mind then his best friend. You'd think he wouldn't be standing outside her house, throwing pebbles at window in the middle of the night. You'd think he'd be worried that he might not make it out of this fight alive... Yeah, you'd be thinking wrong.
Stevie threw more pebbles at her window, waiting for her to answer. It was exactly 1:00 am. But he didn't care. He had some things to work out with his Gwen Bear that needed to be said, before everything went to hell- literally. He could tell she knew he was there, Gwen was ignoring him. It was a habit of hers if she got pissed off at him, for whatever he might have done. He was waiting out there so long he actually started counting the pebbles.
Finally, on number 134 she opened her window and crossed her arms, looking down at him. "Go away Steven." Ooh. Yep, she was angry. She never called him Steven... Unless of course... She was pissed.
"Gwen... Please... Let me in? I... I need to talk to you." He gave her his cute pout, the one he knew she couldn't resist. She playfully rolled her eyes at his adorableness and she nodded her answer. Stevie smiled, and climbed up her fir escape and into her window. She was sitting on the bed now, a robe placed firmly around her. Stevie couldn't help but notice her bare legs as she crossed them in her sitting position. Fuck. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"Stevie look... I know what you're going to say..." Gwen began. "But honestly... There is no need." She released a breath that could've easily been mistaken for a sigh. "About the whole you're not human thing…" Before she finishes he stops her, and takes her hands.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Gwenny... I know I dropped a bomb on you and- I'm an idiot for doing it... But I want you to know..." She put her small hand over his big lips and chuckled a little. It was her turn to stop him. "Stevie Evans you bumbling fool! Before you so very rudely cut me off, I was going to say it doesn't matter to me what you are. We've been best friends forever and just because you're not completely... Human, doesn't mean I automatically stop caring about you. You can even be superman for all I care on the outside. But in here..." she took her hand she had over his mouth and held it on his heart. "In there, you're still the guy who has my heart." She looked down; she didn't mean to admit that. But after so many years of just thinking it, saying it out loud felt really, really... Liberating.
"I... I mean platonically, of course." Gwen lied. Any other time, Stevie would've just nodded and agreed about being platonic. Years of them skating over their feelings for each other made Stevie a pro at deflection. But, here and now something came over him as he picked her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. Her hazel eyes turned watery as they bore into green and she chewed on her bottom lip. Stevie's lips parted to say something but the words never came out; Gwen then pushed his hand away, standing up going over to the window. She stood in front of it, looking out at the big tree outside of her window.
She didn't notice him come up behind her, wrap his muscular arms around her waist and kiss the shell of her neck. She did notice the sudden shiver she felt from his big lips, as they ghosted from her neck to the shell of her ear. His hands gripped her slim waist tighter now, and the string to her robe almost coming undone. "WH-What are you?" Gwen whispered, her eyes still closed.
"I'm an angel." Stevie smirked and turned her around so she was staring at him. Her back hit the wall, from Stevie being so close and Gwen released a small laugh, she didn't think he was serious. "Seriously Stevie... What are you?"
She kept his eyes on hers as his hands untied her robe, her underwear was lacey, her breasts were full, but her eyes read confusion and disbelief. "Gwenny... There is not a lot of time to explain. Short version?"
He pulled her close and his nose grazed against her lips before he continued, "There is war coming. One I must fight on my own and I might not win it. And I don't want to leave this earth, Gwen without you knowing that I'm in love with you. Not fucking platonically either. I want you. And I told those guys to back off because of that fact."
Shit. He kissed her and he kissed her hard. She gasped and started to kiss him back, with wild passionate abandon. Her hands gripped his hair, pulling hard as his propped her up and held her under her ass. He squeezed and she couldn't help but smirk, as he walked them over to the bed. Falling down her with on top. The kisses slowed down, and the touches were feather light now. He took off his shirt and she cursed under her breath at the sight of his abs. He fell on top of her, and wrapped her leg around his waist. She could feel his hardness grinding against her panties. She moaned in his mouth and suddenly he pulled away to look into her eyes. "Gwen... I love you so much but... We don't have to do this... Just knowing you love me back is enough for me." He stated honestly.
She smiled and kissed his already-kissed swollen lips again chastely. "You said you don't have a lot of time left right? That this may be the last time we are together?" He nodded sadly, the thought of not being able to see Gwen again made him very angry.
"Then make love to me Stevie... Like it's the last time." She kissed him repeatedly and took off her bra, exposing what was his... For the first, and maybe the last time. The darkened nipples budded quickly from the cool air and he groaned and focused on her eyes instead. "Gwen... Is this what you really want? To make love?" She nodded again and brought in him for another searing kiss.
"I love you Stevie, Take all of me." She whispered.
And he did... All nightlong.
They were in deep shit. Heather and Sam were fighting for what seemed like hours in his apartment. Mercedes heard things being thrown and glass shattering. She thought about going inside but- no. If she did she would only succeed in making things worse. Finally after a while, Mercedes heard a hard slap. It was obvious Heather had hit him. She opened the door and Mercedes was standing there, she looked at her up and down and mumbled "Bitch!" to her and tried to move past with a bag.
"Hey, look I'm sorry... I had no idea Sam was in a relationship-" She was cut off by Heather this time before she could finish her sentence. "Shut up you fat slut. You are nothing but a home wrecking bitch!"
Now... Mercedes was trying to be nice... But the damn skinny hoe had to go and talk about her weight. Then and only then is when Mercedes took the back of her hand and bitch slapped her. Heather fell down with a thud, and she looked at her, mouth agape in shock.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry..." Mercedes said honestly. She didn't know what she was thinking. She tried to bend down to help her up but Heather pushed her hands away, got her bag and shakily mumbled, "You can have the bastard!" Before walking off quickly. Mercedes exhaled, watching her go. Heather had a nice shiner under her eye and Mercedes actually felt badly about it. Shit. Having two lovers made her soft.
She looked at his door for a brief moment before turning the knob and coming inside. She looked around at the tore up apartment and bit her lip sadly. This had happened because of her. Sam's place was a fucking mess because of her. Sam's whole life was a mess... Because she entered it. She was beginning to wonder if she was the curse, rather than the blessing of Sam's life. Her heel smashed more glass as she looked around for him. "Sam?" She said in a sort of small voice. He didn't answer so she went inside his room and found him lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. She knocked on the door and he looked at her, before turning away yet again. Mercedes sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with her fingertips not really knowing what to say.
"Sam..." She exhaled, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have come. I shouldn't of even kissed you back that first day. I've... Literally ruined your life ever since you met me that day at the graveyard." She shook her head repeatedly. "I'm sorry. I'm soo sorry."
Sam sat up, and moved down the bed to where Mercedes was. He took her hands and looked into her eyes. "Cedes stop." He stated seriously. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. My life... It was desolate before you entered it. You brought me joy.. Even when we were just friends." His hand leaned forward to cup her face, grazing her jawline gently. "Heather was... A distraction, because I thought I lost you forever. Don't blame yourself. I had a big part in it too. Trying to date a girl I thought I was in love with... When honestly? I fell out of love with her the moment you yelled at me at that cemetery. It was a mistake, jumping in with her... When all I really want... Is you."
Mercedes closed her eyes as she listened to him; the tears were threatening to spill out when she heard him say she was all he wanted. "Sam..." She whimpered trying to tell him she felt the same way. He just shook his head at her, stopping her from admitting to what he already knew. "I know Cedes... I know." is all he said before capturing her lips with his in a rough, passionate kiss.
If they weren't in deep shit before... They certainly were now.
"Sam!" Quinn eyes shot open as she heard Mercedes voice from a far. One of her powers was that she was able to hear things as far as 100,000 miles away. She sat up in bed and listened as she heard her girlfriend whimpering and moaning. Her hands heated up in a fiery haze until she tossed a fireball across the room, melting their picture of each other at Lima Park. She had been waiting for Mercedes to come home for so long that she had fallen asleep. But now she knew exactly where she was.
Quinn wasn't Quinn anymore. She got out of the bed, took off her PJ's and put on black jeans and a black top. She went into their shared closet and put on her old, worn, black leather jacket. After that she sat in her vanity, and put on a deep red shade of lipstick. She smiled at the mirror, a small devious smile.
Quinn had left the moment she got out of bed.
Quinn had left as soon as she heard the woman she loved more than anything, moaning.
She was now Lamia. Full-fledged Demon a destroyer of life. The bringer of evil. She tried her best to keep a hold on, clinging to the illusion of a new life with Mercedes. That was now... Over. Quinn was now officially dead. It was Lamia's time to rule.
"Sam... We shouldn't have done that." Mercedes sighed in contentment as she kissed his bare shoulder. Sam rolled over, looking into deep brown eyes as he ran his hands through her hair.
"I know... But I can't help who I love Mercedes... Neither can you." Mercedes buried her face into his chest, crying at how true his words were. He held her chin up, kissing her chastely. "It will be alright. I promise..."
"Yes... Mercedes... It will be." Said the voice coming in from the shadows.
Mercedes sat up, and turned on the light, seeing Quinn in the corner of the room.
"QUINN! Oh my god!" She screamed, pulling the sheets up over her and Sam. "Quinn it's not what it looks like... I swear it's..."
Lamia laughed, and walked towards them slowly, running her finger up Mercedes sheet clothed leg. "Calm down Mercy... We're all friends here.."
"WH-What?" Mercedes said, moving in towards a shell shocked Sam.
"Obviously.. You chose the blonde moron over Quinn. Obviously... You're a stupid slut. It's okay... Or it will be... When I kill you." Lamia's voice turned into that of a possessed person... It was low, dark, and dangerous. Once she finished her sentence Sam got up, he put his boxers on and walked towards Quinn slowly.
"Look... No one has to die. Mercedes and I... We didn't mean to do this Quinn... I know for a fact she still loves-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because Lamia had her hands around his neck, lifting him in the air.
"Quinn is dead. She died once that whore you claim to love killed the love she held in her heart. I care nothing for you... Or you." She spat turning towards the crying Mercedes.
"I am Lamia. And I am here to bring hell on earth." Her eyes turned red, and she tossed Sam across the room. Sam's head hit his dresser and Sam fell out cold.
Lamia turned towards Mercedes, her teeth started to corrode in front of the girl's eyes. "Once I kill you... Quinn will never have a chance to come back. Once you die the girl you love dies with you!" She pulled Mercedes towards her by her leg, and then fell on her, her hands placed firmly around her neck.
"She loved you... You were the only reason she kept me hidden in the dark depths of her mind. You destroyed her. Your betrayal... Your adultery." Mercedes cried, unable to speak cause Lamia was squeezing her neck, almost breaking it.
"Any last words... Sweet, pure Mercedes?" She laughed as she squeezed harder, Mercedes eyes got wider as she croaked out a single word, "Quinn..." She felt the light leaving her... She was dying.
And at that very moment Stevie Evans walked through the door.
A/N:Final Chapter is next. I kinda want votes who will win? Stevie or Lamia? Do you think Quinn is truly dead? Peace, love, and Jacob Artist's smile, eyes, body, lips... wait what? *fans self* lol -Melle