So once again I'm very sorry that this took so long. It's been awhile since I had last posted a chapter. I'm done with the excuses I've been making so here we go. I am posting another chapter tomorrow, and on Sunday. Also during each week I will be posting at least one more chapter throughout summer so be expecting that.

Other than that news please enjoy! ^.^

Nora sat on the edge of the bed, her skin dripping wet. She was covered with a black satin robe, Vee standing on the bed; her knees digging deep into the mattress. Her clothes were sticking to her body and completely see through, revealing the outline of her lacy bra.

Scott sat turned away from it, out of sheer courtesy for Vee and Nora (and to prevent his dick from rising out of his pants like a bedsheet ghost). He quietly ate some of the Chinese that Vee brought while Vee combed through Nora's hair.

Their screams and insults had melted away into awkward silence about twenty minutes ago. Vee hummed softly while she combed Nora's hair, Nora remaining dead silent; making occasional grunts when her hair was pulled by the comb. "Listen Nora," Vee said softly. "About what I said earlier, I don't hate you Nora. I just hate the way you've been acting; I just want the old Nora back."

"That Nora died with him." She replied coldly.

Vee froze in mid brush. She stared at Nora's hair, tears starting to rise up and create a constellation on top of her eyelashes. "Please don't say that." She said, her bottom lip trembling, "I just want my best friend back. You know, my sister from another Mister. I want her back."

"I told you, she is dead." Nora answered, her voice not quivering or anything. She was cold and robotic, lifeless just like a doll.

"I see." Vee looked down and climbed off the bed. "Let's go Scott."

Nora stared down at her lap silently, just waiting for them to leave. She remained there long after they left, until finally she stood up and grabbed a small black sundress that Vee brought from her house. Barefoot, she opened the door to the apartment and walked outside; Patch's cap lying on the bed.

The motorcycle tore down the highway, leaving a clean beam of light from the headlights, cutting through the late night fog. Patch's hair whirled and whipped across his face as he sped towards the Coldwater town line. A cigarette was lit and held between his teeth despite the violent wind that fought to send it flying into the sky.

Nora, just hold on a little longer. I'm almost there.

Off in the distance he could see Delphic beach, the Archangel stood like the welcoming arms of the town. The sky was dark and grey, with lightning highlighting the bottoms of the grey storm clouds that were rolling across the sky. Patch spat out the cigarette from between his teeth as he crossed into Coldwater. Let Dante and his bitch ass armies come to him. He has been haunted by Nora for too long. He has been away from her for too long; this war has kept him from his real angel. The one thing in this world who truly mattered more than anything else.

Once he meets up with her, they'll run away. Someone where so far Dante and his men wouldn't dare to look, maybe then they can slow down and enjoy life together. For however long they had left; Patch just wanted to spend the remainder of his life, no matter how much, with her. Dante nor Hank or all the powers in the universe could ever take that away from him. Because he just wanted her and her alone.

The ocean sprayed water all over the empty air as grey clouds and rolling thunder slowly crawled across the sky, painting the ocean a pitch black. The sea foam danced against the rocks at the edge of Delphic. A single figure stood at the top of the rocks, her toes dug in the last bit of grey sand that stood between her and the rough rocks and waters ahead. The sounds of the crashing waves were so deafening she couldn't even hear her own thoughts.

Nora stood there, her dress flapping violently in the breeze, her hair smacking across her face, picking up each tear that skidded off her eyelashes and throwing them into the wind. Nora stared out at the great ocean and looked up to the sky to watch a few birds soar high above the cloud cover. She took a deep breath. How many nights as she stayed up crying and pleading for Patch to come and save her? And how many nights has her cries been ignored by that fucking fallen piece of shit?

Love? Hah, that was never love. It sprouted from him wanting to kill her for his own personal means. If he truly loved her he wouldn't leave all those times he did. He wouldn't make her question him when he left to guard that anorexic cow Marcie. Patch never loved her; even that night when he took away her virginity and they had sex. She woke up alone, helpless, and melancholy. He wasn't there to give her that heart wrenching coy smile that would say "yea I tapped that, and let me tell you I was so good she couldn't stop screaming my name." Nope, Nora didn't see that smile or those deep obsidian eyes. Or feel those strong warm arms wrap around her, or his lips wake her up like she was sleeping beauty. Nope, no, and no.

He just wasn't there.

Love? Nora had concluded that love didn't exist; in fact it was one big lie that the universe decided to create to give stupid humans like her a reason to live. Because if it did, in fact, exist he'd still be here. She looked down to the black water. "I hate you." She whispered as if she was staring into his eyes.

Before she would jump she wanted to think of ten things she hated the most about Patch. Ten: that baseball cap. How badly did she want to throw it away, it was so nasty and ratty and gross she was 100% sure it carried the genetic make-up of cancer itself.

Nine: the nickname angel. She hated that nickname, loathed it entirely. It was a cruel slap in the face to her. A reminder of what he was and she wasn't: Immortal. he could live forever and have sex with thousands upon thousands of human girls and not give two shits about them because there will always been one more waiting line for his dick.

Eight: his fucking bike. Nora hated that stupid motorcycle with a burning passion. It was always so uncomfortable to sit on, not once has she ever been able to ride comfortably without having a traumatizing wedgie. Or that fact that her ears would be ringing for days after hearing the roar of that crappy bike. She could hear that fucking thing from a mile away it was so loud.

Seven: his fucking sarcastic ass attitude. He always had something quick witted and sarcastic to say and every time he said it she wanted to gut punch him.

Six: his smell. How she loathed the smell cheap Cuban cigars that she would always smell on him. He always reeked of those damn cigars even though he only smoked cheap camel cigarettes instead. If it wasn't the bomb that killed him Nora would have guessed that he would have died from smoking, probably not too far away from the explosion.

Five: his fucking know-it-all attitude. He always knew the answer to everything, (which only fueled her hatred for his sarcasm when he was right).

Four: his body. She hated the fact that he was just so drop dead gorgeous and fit. And when he held her with his arms it made her legs grow weak, and she would become putty in his hands. It drove her crazy.

Three: his laugh. It was so warm and bubbly that it made her heart sigh.

Two: his lips. They were so soft and gentle that when he kissed her, lips or anywhere else, it just made her drown in this euphoric feeling like it was some beautiful drug.

Scott parked in front of Delphic and froze inside his car. He immediately opened the car door and jumping out. "What are you doing out here?" he shouted over the rolling thunder and violent waves.

One. The number one thing that Nora hated the very most about Patch.

"Where could she be if she wasn't in the apartment?" he froze again. "Oh god. She might have gone off the deep end, split up and run around the beach. Hopefully we aren't too late."

One. Nora looked down at the water and took a step.

One: she hated how much she loved him.