Nora POV

I reached out shakily towards the feather. My hands dirty and shaking. It felt soft and light in my hand. I pushed myself up with my good arm, and then swung myself up using my weight. With my good wrist I held the feather up in the palm of my hand, while my bad arm rested limply at my side.

"Drop something?" I asked.

My kidnapper spun around in a split second, when she saw the feather in my hand her eyes widened with mixed emotions. Fear? Anger? Something more than that maybe? There was an uncanny pause as she collected herself; the wind blew making an eerie whistling sound.

"HA! How do you even know whose feather that is?"

I pulled the lighter out of my pocket. "I guess we'll find out." I held the flame right under the feather. Her smile was replaced with a deep look of hatred and anger mixed with a lot of fear. She tightens her hands into fists at her sides in attempt to control her anger.

"You little tramp. You have no idea what you're doing!"

I held the flame closer to the feather. "Wanna test that theory?" She flinched.

"Okay, Okay. Just stop." She said calmly.

"Now look who's desperate. I bet Patch isn't the only one who wants to chain you in hell right now, so why shouldn't I burn your feather right now?"

"Because you're not a killer. I've been watching you for months, and you're no killer, so why start now?"

I lowered the flame. She called my bluff. I wasn't a killer. I only killed Dante in the heat of revenge and saving the world. But this, this wasn't right. I couldn't do it. I lowered my arm; the lighter slipped through my fingers and fell into the grass. I raised my hands to my face and looked at them. They were shaking violently with dirt and dried blood on them. My blood. I couldn't handle having someone else's blood on my hands. I wasn't human, but holding onto my humanity kept me going.

A chilling laugh rang in my ears, cutting off my thoughts. She spoke, spitting every word out like acid, "Weak! Pathetic Human! Patch deserves better!" She lunged at me. I didn't have any energy or will left, so I threw my weight to one side, sliding onto the dirt to avoid her lunge. I turned my head towards the direction she had gone. She was turned back at me in a flash, hissing angrily. I try to push myself up, but my bad wrist gives out. Tears swell in my eyes. The eerie throbbing pain and ache of my muscles makes me emotional and physically drained.

I hear a familiar voice in my head, Angel? Even in my head I can hear his voice laced with concern and hidden traces of anger. I'm too weak to look up and search Patch, my body filled with a dull, heavy ache, but I'm pulled up by my hair. The pain of it is hardly noticeable going in and out of consciousness. My head is jerked up by her. My vision blurs; I see a familiar dark, sexy figure that makes my heart do a little flip. I hear an angry growl come from the blurry figure followed by something I cannot make out. He proceeds forward, she replies by swinging me by my hair slightly. I let out a whimper. The figure came to a dead stop. He called for me through my thoughts again, Angel? Please say something… His deeply concerned voice rings in my ears before my body gives way, collapsing beneath her grip, then blacking out..

The first thing I notice is its warm, a familiar hand running through my hair. I can feel the dull ache that was once pain, now just feels sore and worn-out. I turned toward the hand; I'm greeted by Patch's pitch black hair. He looks up at me; his face tired and concerned. I give him a small smile. I try to push myself up, but Patch put his arm around me and laid me against the pillows.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

"W-What happened?"

"I took care of Darlene, the fallen angel that took you." He said in hoarse tone.

"Darlene?" I paused as it started to come back to me. I put my hands to my head. "Oh God." Patch took my hands in his. I looked into his pitch black eyes. "Patch, s-s-she –" my voice rose as tears swelled in my eyes. Patch took my face in his hands, brushing lose strands of hair out of my face.

"Shhhh.. It's okay." He rested his forehead on mine. "It's over."

"Patch…" I said shakily. He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. "She wasn't working alone.."

Patch hadn't known there was a second fallen angel Darlene was working with, so he wouldn't let me out of his sight. It wouldn't take long for him to figure out Darlene isn't coming back and seek revenge. I lay under Patch's cool, black, silk sheets, achy with fatigue and dull pain. My blood was already healing my wounds; my wrist was still swollen, but I could move it; the wound on my head was now just a dull throb.

I had finally convinced Patch to take a shower, he looked almost as bad as I do. Almost, mainly because it wasn't possible for Patch to look bad. I swung my legs off the bed, my legs running swiftly through the silk sheets. The sound of the water running through the shower head was soothing, a wave of heat rolled through me at the thought of Patch in the shower. I dragged myself over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room, slipping off my ruined tank and skinny jeans I looked at my reflection. I looked like hell. My hair was frizzy and mangled with traces of blood and dirt mixed in; There were traces of bruises all over my body. Most of my wounds have healed, but there was always the pain left. I put my hand on my stomach. Tears swelled in my eyes once more. My child. Mine and Patch's child could be dead because of this. I held my head in my hands, letting my tears flow down my cheeks.

Warm hands wrapped around my waist and turned me around. My immediate reaction was to jump and try to push them away. The hands grabbed my wrists and held them still.

"Hey, Hey, It's okay.." the soothing, deep voice calmed me. I opened my eyes to see Patch with a thick frown on his face. Water dripped from his hair and his arms were bare. I looked down. He was wearing only a towel, and I was in my bra and underwear. I pulled my wrists free and took a step back. Patch flinched at the movement as if it hurt him.

"Patch.. I-I just can't.." I grabbed the nearest thing, which was one of my dirty sweatshirts laying on a nearby chair, and slipped it on. I practically ran out of the room, but I dead stopped at the kitchen. I couldn't go anywhere in my current attire, so I settled for the back porch. Right now I didn't care who saw me, I just needed some air. I closed the sliding door and put my head in my hands. Patch didn't follow me, thank god. I dug my nails into my hair as tears flowed down my cheeks, the sadness was overwhelming. Like a punch to the gut, waves of nausea washed over me, it was so heavy I fell to my knees and started to cough and hyperventilate. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths, but it wasn't working.

Suddenly, painful cramps hit me in my lower abdomen. The pain was worse than any period cramp, I've ever had. Panic washed over me. What's happening? Is it the baby?

Another wave of cramps hit me, this time I cried out in pain. It must have been loud enough for Patch to hear because when I opened my eyes Patch was there. I jumped back, but Patch grabbed both sides of my face.

"Angel, you need to relax. By getting worked up, you went into labor."

Labor?! OH god oh god… Tears streamed down my eyes.

"Shhhh.. it's okay." I turned my head to look away, but Patch gently rose my head and connected my gaze with his. His eyes were intense. "I know and I won't leave you. I'll never leave you, but you need to relax. It's way too early. Now take deep breaths."

He took deep breaths with me. Slowly I felt the pain go away. I leaned into Patch's arms, and we laid there in each other's arms. No other words said because there was no need for any. He was mine; and I was his. Whatever the future brought us, we would face it together, even with the child that I may or may not have. We had another fallen angel to worry about, but not now. Now we had each other and that's all that mattered.

Author's Note: This may or may not be the end. Please look out for more chapters, updates of old chapters, or one-shots in the future. Please review! I very much appreciate feedback! Thank you all for reading!