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CHAPTER 19

Run. Run. It was all I could think.

My feet flew underneath me, never seeming to actually touch the ground. Ghost trails ran beside me as tree after tree flashed by my eyes. Leaves crunched and crinkled beneath my heavy footsteps. Branches reached out in the night air, scratching at my face and arms, the cuts stinging in the chill.

There was no plan to this. No strategy. The only thing Rixon had told me to do was run, run like hell from the angel I loved.

I couldn't see that angel, I couldn't hear him, but I could sense him. I felt him in every wisp of air that swept across my face. I could taste him in every breath I took. He was near. His footsteps were probably echoing mine. Yet I knew that soon they wouldn't be. I knew this because I could feel scarlet creeping across my face, could hear my legs protesting with every step.

I needed to stop, to get air into my parched lungs. I needed to-

"Ahhh!" I let out a gasp of pain as the ground slammed into me. The damp floor of the forest wasn't the only thing that had slammed into me.

"Nice try," Patch whispered into my ear. His hard muscles dug into the soft flesh of my back and twigs off the ground dug into my stomach. His legs locked around my sides, holding me in place. I struggled under him as his weight pushed me down, drowning me in the dirt. I waved my arms around weakly. They were my only limbs that weren't trapped beneath Patch. I grasped at sticks, stones, whatever I could and then preceded to lob them in what I thought was the direction of Patch's head, 'thought' being the key word.

'Patch, get off me!' The words boomed in my mind and I could only hope Patch had been "listening". The weight above me remained still and I mentally shouted at him again 'PATCHH!'

"I'll let you up if you promise not to run…though I do like to chase you." he spoke, his cocky tone slightly wavering with every sudden movement I made underneath him, almost as if pinning me down was a challenge. I swallowed the little bit of pride that that thought gave me and spoke cerebrally to Patch, 'promise.'

Air flooded back into my lungs as he rolled off the top of me, stretching out on the ground next to me. My rib cage shook violently with each pound of my heart, each pant that escaped from my lips. I looked over to him, laying my eyes on him for the first time tonight. Even in the dark, dank place we were in he was still the same handsome Patch. But a thick stripe of bruises ran down the left side of his face, tarnishing his beauty. Guilt welled up inside me as I remembered how I'd been the one to leave those bruises.

His eyes caught mine as his gaze left the stars. He held it for a second before his eyes returned to the sky. I hadn't noticed before but under his stare I'd become aware of the fact that his fingers were coiled around my wrist which was laying on the ground between us. I'm sure it was just a way of guaranteeing my promise but all the same the tips of his fingers felt nice against my skin.

But within seconds of that realisation those same fingers were yanking me up from the ground. Patch was before me, his fingers tugging on my wrist, dragging me up.

"C'mon Angel, can't stay out here all night," he said tauntingly before giving me an extra hard yank that brought me to my feet so fast my head spun.

Patch started walking into the darkness, his fingers still connected with my wrist, pulling me along. I couldn't tell for sure if it was the direction of the house he was pulling me in but I knew that I had to give Rixon more time. I dug my heels into the dirt. My feeble attempt at stopping his steps didn't work though. Patch just gave an extra hard tug on my wrist, sending me flying forward a good few steps past him, my head grazing the side of a tree as I came to a stop. With all this tugging and being pushed and pulled around I felt like Patch's rag doll.

I turned around, my back now resting on the tree that had marred my face. Patch still stood in the same spot from where he had propelled me forward, rays of hostility shining out of his eyes at me.

"You either follow me now or I make you follow me," Patch growled, reminding me of which side I was dealing with. Patch didn't wait for an answer; he just strode across the space between us. He went to walk right by me, expecting me to follow in fear. But something came over me. I knew what I had to do all of a sudden, what would distract him.

I put my arm out just before he passed me. I felt his torso against my arm and he paused giving me an angry glare, a glare that had a slight confusion behind it. I knew what to do and as soon as I grabbed the back of his neck and reached up it all came surprisingly easy to me. My lips brushed his and I pulled back, hoping he'd take the bait.

Patch, true to form, was fast to act. There was a definite sense of urgency and rage as he wrenched my head back in line with his and forced his lips down onto mine. Whatever Dabria had done to him, the electric pull that existed between Patch and I remained unhurt. Even if he wasn't feeling love for me at this moment, lust was still there and it was distracting him from returning to Dabria, which was what I needed. He crushed his body to mine as his hand pushed against my lower back, trying to some how pull me closer even though I didn't think it was physically possible. We didn't break apart as Patch pushed me back into a tree, his lips now moving to the curve of my neck. His hand left the small of my back and he rested it on the tree next to my head.

I used my momentary lip freedom to utter, "not here…" My words came out breathy and I realised I was a lot more involved in the embrace than I originally thought I was. He pulled away and looked down into my eyes, unsure of what I was saying.

"The cabin," I breathed.

He looked slightly apprehensive at my words, an almost pained look appeared across his face. It was as if he thought I was luring him into a trap. And though I didn't want to admit it, there was a part of me that wanted to reassure him, to say that it was only a distraction and nothing was going to hurt him. But that part had forgotten who I was with. I was with the Patch that didn't love me, the Patch that just wanted me, the Patch that was driven by instinct.

I pushed myself up higher onto my toes so I was level and gave him a kiss that I knew he wouldn't refuse. I moved back down within a second, my feet once again flat on the floor. I looked up, waiting for an answer.

"Uh-huh," was all he got out before his lips returned to mine. I felt his arms curl around my back as he lifted me off the ground. Wrapping my dangling legs around his torso to give me balance, I continued with the charade that I secretly wished wasn't a game, but was a real moment between Patch and me. I felt myself being carried down the slope of the hill we were on, weight shifting from side to side with every step forward. I knew that that Rixon's house had been somewhere in the general direction of up, so going down was good. I don't know how Patch was managing to walk downhill on a crowded forest floor with me wrapped around him, but I knew that when sheer desire was driving Patch there was nothing he wasn't able to do.

A sort of calmness fell over me as we moved towards the cabin. A calmness that came from the fact that I was doing my one job, I was distracting Patch-quite successfully.

I felt a jolt as I realised we were at the cabin. Patch was slamming his back into the door in an attempt to open it without moving his hands from my back. Lucky for him the door hadn't been properly locked after our last visit. In fact I was surprised it was locked at all considering what had happened the last time I'd been here.

With one particularly strong thrust the door finally burst open and Patch almost brought us both to the floor as he struggled to find balance. When he straightened up though it seemed as if a fire had been ignited within him. Every kiss, every touch became more violent, as if time was running out. The intensity was beginning to frighten-

The cabin suddenly lit up as the lights were flicked on.

"Geez, Nora. Gullible much?" The voice sent a shiver down my spine and I felt all the warmth in my body evaporate. I wasn't the one who had been leading the other on, Patch had been leading me on. And he'd led me right to Dabria.

P.S I saw Eclipse yesterday (midnight screening of course) and I loved it, definitely more the second half of the movie than the first though. I was wondering what people think of it? As good as the 1st two?