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Ch. 15 Is There Anybody Out There

Tell me
Is there anybody out there,
Am I swimming through this empty sea alone,
Am I looking for an answer
Or am I trying to find a way to get back home.
Is there anybody out there,
Would you hear me if I screamed or if I cried,
I'm looking for an answer
And just trying to find a way to survive.

Is There Anybody Out There By Secondhand Serenade

I tried to make another move toward my aunt but Cody held me still. "Go check your room, Rosy. Grab anything you want. Your sketchbook, clothes, shoes. Anything. Just be quick," Cody said as he quickly dragged me to my room.

"But what about Auntie," I asked, still looking back at my aunt's lifeless body. Tears were still rolling down my face, my heart breaking. She didn't deserve to die the way she did. There's no doubt that she put up a fight but compared to Lucifer, it probably wasn't more of annoyance than a challenge. I thought back to me stabbing Scourge with that knife. Even though it bought me time, it didn't seem to really hurt him – only pissed him off. The dark force was stronger than I thought.

"I'll make sure she gets to Heaven, I promise. If you want, I can do a short chant to guide her soul there," Cody said as we entered my room. To both of our surprise, it looked the same as I left it. "Guess Lucifer didn't have any business here," Cody murmured as he looked around cautiously.

"Go do the chant. I'll pack up my stuff."

"Alright," he said before slowly letting me go. I could tell that he was reluctant to release me due to the fact that anything could happen now that I pissed the forces of Hell off. Even though I was trying really hard not to be scared, I had to admit that I was. I thought Scourge was lethal before but now that I'm actually about to see what he's capable of… I shook my head out of my thoughts to open my closet to take out my suitcase. Without hesitation, I started to pack it full of clothes. I was rushing because if Scourge was as pissed off as I thought he was then there's no doubt that he would be here looking for me. A shiver went through my body at the thought of what he was going to do to me once he got his hands on me. Although I never learned exactly how he tortured Victoria enough to kill her, I knew that it had to be terrible. He had to be a monster to her. Then again, that was what his poem he'd written was about. Becoming a monster and having no control over it. Was that about him killing Victoria? Or was it about him becoming a Dark Angel in general? Now a part of me felt stupid. We should have been more discrete about our meeting of how I was going to spy on the Dark Angels. Then maybe he wouldn't have found out. Maybe I would still be with him right now having morning sex or something. More tears started to fall down my eyes. First I lose my first love who I lost my virginity to and then I lose the only mother figure I'd ever had. "I'm so sorry," I murmured as if my aunt could hear me. I really hoped she did. I was the one who got her killed. Even though she would probably saw that it wasn't my fault, I knew it was. Lucifer knew about the deal too and since Scourge was trying to drug me with the juice, something must have been going on. But what?

Rosalinda, I heard a voice say in my head. My eyes widened. It had sounded like my voice but I knew that it wasn't. So what the hell was it? Rosalinda, it called again.

"Who's there," I asked, standing up and looking around my room in confusion. "Show yourself," I yelled as I balled up my hands into fists. I knew enough self-defense to buy some time so that Cody would notice and help me out. When I finally found the intruder though, I almost had a heart attack. Standing there in front of me wearing a beautiful white gown that was in tight flowers around her torso and flared out into a beautiful skirt at her waist with her long waves of hair falling over her shoulders was Victoria.

"Rosalinda," she said, her red lips forming a sweet smile. Looking at her was like looking at my reflection in the mirror except for the fact that she was the more lighter, brighter version of me. There were no signs of black or gray in her clothes or what I think was makeup. Only white and gold. She looked like an Angel, as beautiful as she was.

"You're dead," I murmured, still staring at her. I must have hit my head harder than I thought when Scourge threw me into that god damned wall. She wasn't really here. She had to be a hallucination or something. Or worse: a mind game as a distraction.

"Yes, I am. But I am an Angel now, Rosalinda. Don't you see?"

"I do but-"

"I don't have much time, Rosalinda. He's coming."

"Scourge," I whimpered, knowing immediately who she was talking from the hardness her voice held when she said it. I knew this would be the first place he would look. "What do I do when he comes?"

"Your father's journal," she said simply. "What did the first page say?" I scanned through my brain, trying to remember the riddle my father had left for me.

He is the key but do not fall so quickly to open the door that you don't see the answers hidden inside yourself.

"You haven't fallen quickly enough, Rosalinda. The answers inside yourself are awakening. You're what's inside the door. He is just the only one who can open it," Victoria said, her small smile falling. Now she looked a bit sad, almost pitifully.

"He's the only one that can open what? What are you talking about?"

"He is the Original Dark Angel, remember? He is the key to the Dark Angels' survival aside from Lucifer."

"Wait, so you're saying that on the inside I'm a Dark Angel?" Slowly she nodded, looking down.

"Just as I was an Angel on the inside. We are opposites, Rosalinda but that does not mean that we cannot fight for the same side. Both Angel and Demon blood run through our veins. We are the key to ending this war. We have to work together now."

"And that means that I have to turn into a Dark Angel doesn't it?" Victoria slowly looked up at me, her jade green eyes reluctant.

"Yes. But also no. There are other ways. Right now get your father's journal. We will meet again."

"But wait," I said, making a move towards her. She vanished before I could touch her, beautiful golden wings engulfing her before disappearing themselves. One of the feathers brushed against my fingers, soft as cashmere. I blinked in confusion at how swiftly she had gone. How the hell did she do that? I shook my head at myself, realizing I was getting off track before going to my drawer. I pulled my father's box and opened it. My mouth dropped in shock as the journal was the only thing not in the chest. What the-

"Looking for this," I heard his voice say. Aw shit. I gulped in fear before slowly turning to see my evil boyfriend lounging idly on my bed with my father's journal in his hands. He was lying on his back, the book open above him as if he were reading it. "Your father is very interesting and very graphic in how he writes. More entertaining if you ask me," he said, his voice amused. I opened my mouth to scream but I couldn't make a sound before he shot up and tackled me to the ground, his hand over my mouth. His hips were in between my legs at the moment so I tried to kick him off but he wouldn't budge. I pushed at his shoulder and his arm that was holding his hand on my mouth as well. In a last resort, I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing tightly like I had learned in one of my classes. It was supposed to hurt your opponent but he only seemed pleased about it. "I see you missed me so much that you want me even closer," he purred.

"Go back to hell you bastard," I yelled from under his hand but it came out muffled. He ignored the attempt, smirking down at me.

"You know, I found it quite cute – the way you really thought you could get away from me." I tried to get my knee under his stomach so that I could get him off that way but he used his free hand push my legs down so that he could easily slide over onto my hips. "You're being a very bad girl, Rosy. I think I like it. But then again, maybe I don't. You don't want to know what I do to bad girls like you." I went limp under him, giving up on struggling. It was clear that I was just wasting energy. He had stopped smirking a while ago so now he just glared down at me. "You're lucky I don't kill you."

"You're lucky I'm tired," I retorted from under his hand but of course it came out incomprehensible.

"What the fuck did you just say," he snapped. Well damn. I didn't think he could hear my tone. I shook my head under his hand. He rolled his eyes, not making any action to get off. "Guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson when we get back," he said. My eyes widened at that, taking note that "lesson" probably meant some type of his demented torment. I started to struggle again, bucking my hips up in a stupid effort to get him off. "Someone likes the sound of that," he said plainly. I opened my mouth just as I moved my head to get his hand between my teeth and bit down hard. "Argh you bitch," he yelled, pulling his hand away. I screamed as loud as I could before he backhanded the shit out of me. "Shut up!" Not even a second after the words left his mouth, he was knocked off me. I looked over to see Cody pinning Scourge to the wall. My boyfriend didn't seem to like being held down as he kicked and squirmed in Cody's grasp.

"Run! Get out of here," Cody yelled at me as he tried to make sure Scourge didn't get an upper hand on him. The Dark Angel kicked my best off him so that he went flying into my bookshelf. The second his now red and black eyes went to me was the same second I got to my feet and ran. My heart was pumping in an intense adrenaline that I couldn't tell was thrill or fear. My guess is both though, knowing me. A hand grabbed my hair before I could even reach the living room and yanked me back into a muscular chest. His arms wrapped around me, keeping me contained while I wiggled in his grasp. We banged into the walls over and over again as I tried to break free but to no avail each time. Right when Cody appeared in the doorway, Scourge whipped out a knife and held it to my neck.

"You'd better stay still babe or else you'll get yourself killed," he whispered in my ear. Reluctantly, I kept my struggles on a low but only to avoid the knife that was too close to my neck. Cody's frantic royal blue eyes flicked between me and Scourge as he slowly got into a fighting position. "I won't hesitate to kill her so you better choose your actions, Angel boy," Scourge told my best friend.

"What do you want," Cody asked, his voice low and cold. Scourge's chuckle rang quietly in my ear as he lowered his lips to my ear. He kissed it softly as he spoke.

"Isn't it obvious? I want her."

"As if I'm going to stand here and let that happen."

"You don't have much of a choice. Either you let me go in peace with my girl or I'll kill her right here on the spot." Cody looked to me as I continued to struggle in Scourge's grasp. I wished I could kick Scourge in his balls and then get the hell out of here. But of course he probably wouldn't have that. He's too tall for me to reach anyway. My best friend sighed, looking down.

"Alright, you can go," he said lowly. Then he looked up, glaring coldly at Scourge. "This isn't over though. I'll be back for Rosy." Scourge chuckled again.

"It was over a long time ago," he replied before taking out a glowing black emerald that devoured us into darkness. I felt the wind in my hair, my skin buzzing with the adrenaline of a certain fast speed. I wasn't sure what was going on but it was draining me of energy. Not a good thing on my part. When the darkness let up, I saw that we were back in Scourge's living room. Not the one on Earth either. He threw me onto the ground roughly, letting me hit it with a thud. I didn't want to move, the laying position I was in making me even more weary. I still got up onto my knees and started to slowly crawl away from him. I barely made it an inch away before he grabbed my hair and yanked me up to face him. I fell into his chest, my legs giving out from under me. "What is your problem," he asked after I whimpered from his hard grip on my body. "You knew this would happen if you betrayed me." I weakly looked up at him, trying to be strong.

"So you're going to torture and kill me like you did to Victoria?" Scourge grimaced at his ex's name but shook his head.

"I have bigger plans for you. Sadly killing you isn't part of it." I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion before I was backhanded so hard that I fell back onto the ground. "Torture, on the other hand, can be arranged." I was expecting another hit when he bent down towards me but to my surprise he gathered me up into his arms and picked me up bridal style. He carried me up to his room where he laid me on the bed. I got scared when he started to undress me. He ignored my attempts to stop him from taking off most of the clothes, merely slapping my hands away. Once I was only in my bra and panties, he pulled a cover over my body. I raised an eyebrow at him, pulling the sheet as close to me as possible. I scooted away when he reached out a hand towards me. A soft sigh left his lips and his expression almost looked…sad. "You should get some sleep. The transportation emerald can take a lot out of mortals like you," he said softly before his voice returned to its hard state. "And if you try to leave, I swear I will make sure you never walk or talk ever again. Understand?" I nodded. He got onto the bed so that he could kiss me softly. I didn't respond to the kiss even though I really wanted to. I wanted to have sex again. Sounds slutty but I did. After everything that's happen, I really could use some pleasure. He pulled away with a soft sigh. His hands cupped my face softly so that I'd look into his sincere ice blue eyes. "I'm sorry," he told me before getting off the bed and walking out the room.

X

I awoke to the feeling of having shoulder being shaken softly. "Rosy," I heard Scourge's voice say in my ear. "Rosy, wake up." I whimpered, my arms tightening around my pillow. "Come on, babe, you have to eat something."

"I'm not really hungry," I mumbled into the pillow, letting my eyes open. After him trying to poison my orange juice, I don't think I was too comfortable taking food from him.

"I'm not going to let you starve to death." I sighed, turning over to look at him. He was standing at my bedside shirtless, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts and red sneakers. I hauled myself up into a sitting position, rubbing at my eyes.

"What time is it," I asked. Scourge pulled the covers up over me when I shivered from the chilly air. I was surprised by his gentleness but didn't question the action. I was grateful. It was cold as fuck in his house for no damn reason.

"I don't know. There's not really a certain time here." He walked over to his dresser to grab the tray of food that was sitting atop of it. He set the tray on my lap as he took a seat on the bed. On the tray was a bowl of ravioli's and a glass of ginger ale. "It's not much but-"

"I'm not hungry," I said although my stomach was silently rumbling. I hadn't eaten much since our breakfast that morning or was it yesterday's morning? Scourge rolled his eyes, taking the fork and stabbing one of the ravioli's with it.

"Okay, guess I'm just going to have to force it down your throat." I glared at him as he held up the pasta thing up to my lips. He glared back. "Open your god damned mouth." I shook my head. He started poking my lips with the ravioli. "Open. Open. Open." I started to smile against my will, finding the action funny. He saw the smile and smirked. I took the fork from him and stuck the ravioli into my mouth. "Good girl." He pecked a kiss at my cheek. I looked down as I swallowed down the chewed up ravioli.

"Scourge, I-"

"Don't. Don't apologize. It won't change anything. I still love you and our relationship doesn't have to change. We can still be in love. Just don't expect me to be so nice."

"So you're going to turn abusive on me," I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. He wasn't looking at me. Instead he was staring out the window at the red sky.

"I don't know," he murmured. "I just have plans."

"And what plans would those be?"

"Well your decision isn't exactly final yet so…"

"So? So what? You're gonna brainwash me or something?" Scourge chuckled, shaking his head as he finally looked over at me.

"I'm gonna make you my Dark Angel Princess."

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