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Ch. 5 Say Ok

When it's not alright
When it's not OK
Will you try to make me feel better?
Will you say alright? (say alright)
Will you say OK? (Say OK)
Will you stick with me through whatever?
Or run away

Say Ok by Vanessa Hudgens

Standing in front of the mirror, I stood dressed in a purple mini dress that had black ribbons swirling around my torso in the fitted top and a shot skirt that had black and purple tornado swirled together with lace layering under it. My shoes were black stilettos with purple ribbons laced onto the heel. Kira had curled my hair into sexy spiral curls that fell down my back with purple and black extensions weaved into it. As you can tell, my aunt loved to dress me up and highly embraced my girly gothic style. I watched her carefully as she started to do my makeup. If Cody got a bad feeling about Scourge, did Kira do as well? Then again, maybe not since just a couple mornings ago, she had him in our kitchen and was laughing with him. "Auntie," I started.

"Yes, sweetheart," she replied, being careful not to accidentally poke me in the eye with the eyeliner pencil.

"Do you get a bad vibe about Scourge," I asked, keeping my voice soft and innocent. Now that I knew they were dangerous, I was scared out of my mind but my aunt couldn't know that. Not just yet, anyway. She shrugged.

"His guardian creeps me out but he's super-hot so I guess that cancels it out a bit." Mentally, I rolled my eyes at the super-hot part. Only my aunt would still think a guy is hot even though he creeps her out.

"What do you mean by that? He creeps you out, I mean. Not the hot part. That's disgusting." My aunt giggled before letting her face fall back into seriousness.

"I just feel as if there's something of about him." Feel? There is something off about him. I wish I could tell her about the Dark Angels and how they took my parents and how they're probably spying on us for Satan. But no, I couldn't. Especially not right now when I'm about to go on a date to scope one of these stupid Angels out. Besides, I'm having a really hard time taking this all in as reality and not some nightmare. At least with nightmares, I can wake up and it'll all be over. Now, I can't just open my eyes and everything will be gone. Instead, only more realization and knowledge comes. Once my aunt got finished with my black outlined and purple shadowed eyes, a knock rang at the door. Butterflies flew up in my stomach but I couldn't decipher if they were out of fear, anxiety or my crush on Scourge.

When I opened the door, Scourge was standing there in a white button up shirt with his flame sleeved leather jacket, black jeans, and a pair of black hightops. His hair was pushed back, expressing his intimidating but magnificent ice blue eyes and naturally arched eyebrows. In his hand was a single black rose that he held out to me with a small smile. "Hey you," he said as he looked over my outfit. "Do you have your own personal stylist or something because you have the best clothes," he said. I blushed.

"My aunt is a fashion designer on the down low and loves to dress me up." He nodded in understanding before holding out his hand.

"Ready to go?" I nodded, smiling back at him as I put my hand in his. Scourge's skin was warm and smooth as it made contact with mine when he laced our hands together. He drove me to some fancy restaurant on the edge of town. When I asked him about it, he had said that he thought I'd like it. I shrugged.

"I'm not a high maintenance type of girl," I told him once we were seated at our table. I shivered slightly as the cool breeze blew softly. My dress was sleeveless so most of my shoulders and back was out.

"You cold," Scourge asked, his eyes soft as he watched me shiver again. I could see where Cody got the intensity from but I think that's just how Scourge angles his eyes.

"I'm fine," I said, waving it off. Scourge took off his jacket and walked behind me to set it down over my shoulders. It was warm and smelled softly of cinnamon. "Thanks," I said as Scourge went back to his seat.

"No problem. Now, back to what you said before: I just thought I could impress you." I shrugged.

"I'm not impressed easily."

"Really," he asked as his eyebrow raised into that perfect arch. Dammit, he was so hot. I tried to keep what Cody said in the back of my head. Beautiful but evil creatures. I had to remember that.

"Yup."

"So, none of this," with a wave of his hand, he motioned to glamour of the restaurant, "impresses you?" I shook my head. "Well, just know that I'll treat you like a princess." I smiled.

"Nice to know. So, tell me about yourself. We haven't really gotten to talk about you too much."

"Well, I was born in Puerto Rico but I moved after my parents died. They were murdered by a gang."

"I'm so sorry." He shook his head.

"Don't be. They're in a better place now. So anyways, my guardian, Damian, was a friend of my father's so he took me in and raised me as his own since his wife died trying to give birth to their son who ended up dying as well. He taught me how to speak English and how to fight." I flinched slightly at the last part. He noticed and tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

"Why did he teach you how to fight?" Scourge's eyes got hard for a split second before they went back to being carefree. I don't think he knows how observant I am. Just because it was a quick movement doesn't mean I don't notice it.

"Let's just say I have a lot of enemies." I opened my mouth to question that but he kept talking. "I never really knew my real parents. All they are to me are people in pictures. I had siblings but they were all older than me when they died and had other people they could go to. Damian got stuck with me because social services called him and told them to come get me. I don't get why I had siblings when we didn't even act like it. After we got separated, I felt no different than as when we were together. I think of myself as an only child because of that."

"I don't have any siblings. My mom had trouble conceiving me so they just stopped trying after me and were just grateful that they got one child out of nature."

"Your aunt doesn't have any children?" I shook my head.

"She had a surgery way back when that went wrong and caused her infertility so she can't have kids."

"Oh," Scourge said, nodding once. "Do you want kids someday in the future?"

"Yea, if I live to get married and be able to have them."

"What do you mean 'if I live'?"

"Well, after my parents died, I realized that I don't know how much time I have to be on this Earth and do what I need to do. So now I live off of what if's."

"What do you have what ifs about?" I looked down, my eyes scanning the table cloth frantically.

"You," I murmured. I could feel his eyes burning on me, watching me to see what I would say next. "I wonder if you really like me or if this all is just some game." Dammit, why did I tell him that? Yea, I did think that way but he could easily lie. That's all demons know how to do anyway. He reached out to grab my hand. I looked up to see that his eyes held sincerity. Could he seriously about to tell the truth right now? He couldn't be. Then again, even if he did really like me, this is all still for Satan.

"You can eliminate the latter because I don't like to play games when it comes to my heart." I blushed as did I smile. My eyes looked at his outstretched arm. His sleeves were pushed up just past his elbows, showing half of his muscular arms. Scars decorated his arms though, causing a small shiver to go through me.

"What's with all of this," I asked, running my hand up his forearm. His skin was still smooth even with the scars. I blushed when I realized that I was rubbing on him. Quickly, I pulled my hand away. He smirked at me, reaching back over to put my hand back where it was.

"Don't stop. It feels good," he said, his voice a bit of purr, his Hispanic accent more bold now. Damn, he sounded sexy. "But, I used to cut a lot. Even though Damian gave me everything, I still didn't have the best upbringing ever. I fought a lot and I made a lot of mistakes. I felt like I didn't belong."

"I know that feeling. As if you're different from everyone else right?" He nodded. I turned my arm over so that he could see my scars – both new and old. "I still cut sometimes but not because of what everyone thinks of me but because of other things. Look, I know that I'm going to regret telling you all of this but I have these nightmares about the black winged people you saw in my sketchbook. Sometimes they're just walking around but other times, they're killing or doing something disturbing. I wake up screaming in the middle of the night a lot because of the dreams. It all started when my parents were taken away by Dark Angels. I know I told you that they died in a car accident but that was only because I didn't want to scare you off. Most people think I'm crazy when I tell them this." I shook my head. "But its all true even though it sounds utterly insane. I saw the wings when they took my father, I see them outside my window at night now, and just a couple nights ago, one of those things were in my room. I only draw them so perfectly because I see them. Hell, I even drew you before we met!" Suddenly, I shut my mouth. Not only had tears started to fall from my eyes but I started babbling and that was the one thing that wasn't supposed to slip out. I looked up at Scourge who had tilted his head slightly.

"Do you believe that I'm one of the Dark Angels?" I tried to pull my hand that was still on his arm away but he grabbed my wrist. In truth, I was about to make a run for it. Guess he wasn't about to let that happen. "Answer me," he said, his voice still calm.

"I don't think, Scourge. I know that you're one of them." He took a deep breath but stayed calm under my gaze. "Were you the one who's been watching me at night," I asked curiously.

"I've been watching you your whole entire life," he said, as he got up. He tugged me out my seat by my wrist and began to drag me out the restaurant. "Come on. I want to show you something," he said as we walked.

"Did you think I was stupid? Did you think that I wasn't going to figure it out," I asked, looking up at his emotionless face as I stumbled in my high heels to keep up with his long strides.

"I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later. You're observant so it was obvious that I couldn't hide for too long."

"So, you've been watching me my whole entire life?"

"From the shadows, yes. I wasn't allowed to come into your life until we needed you. Now we need you so I had to get you."

"Get me? What do you mean? Where are you taking me?" He didn't answer, just tightened his jaw. "You're going to kill me, aren't you?" He shook his head, looking down at me as he pulled me closer before I could try to take off in the other direction.

"Just trust me, okay?" I didn't answer him, just continued to walk. He didn't know that I already did trust him. I don't know why I did anyway. It scares me. I mean, I'm not afraid of him and I feel as if he could tell me anything and I'd believe it. Why did I like him so damn much anyway? Why did I feel as if I've known him for years when it's barely been a week? Who the hell is he? "Look, I mean no harm to you as long as you don't piss me off," he said as we walked down an empty back road. Again, I didn't answer, just tried to keep up with him.

My mind drifted off to my parents. If I was being watched, maybe they were too. Maybe in order for the Dark Angels to get me for whatever they want, my parents had to be out the way. But were they dead or not? That's what scared me. I don't know what I'd do if I found out they were dead and it was all my fault.

Before tears could develop in my eyes at the thought of my parents dead, I was bumped into reality when Scourge stopped walking and I slammed into him. I looked up at him to see him staring down at me. "Are you afraid of heights," he asked.

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could, he scooped me up into his arms bridal style as black wings spread from his back and then we were soaring up into the air.

I'm sorry these chaps are so short but I think that this is just going to be a simple short story for all of you. Not too short though but short in chapter wise haha.

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