He is Real

Chapter 38

Warnings: Lemon, Gore, Language

*Author's Note: ..... Unsure what to say, really. I'm at a loss for words for reasons unknown. Anyway, don't own the story, have the permission to bring it over here from quizilla from DS (DestinedShadow), and all I do is edit it.

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The afternoon proceeded solemnly without a hint of worry. The solitary town was quiet, excluding the echoing barks and rants of the dog, Pongo. This was what made you feel so at home. The confinement of fear inside you helped you relax somewhat. The lack of apprehension was, however, an illusion of how you really felt. You kept a smile on, reassuring everybody that it was all right, there was nothing to be frightened of. You denied the security of the area though. There was still the danger of Rivera Salazar. A woman with no predicament. Her disappearance was of a mystery to you.

The odd, silent winds of the forest blew through your hair without struggle. There was also another thing that made you worry. What had happened to the residence of this small town in this desolate forest? Emily hadn't understood why they left, or where they have gone for that matter. But the seven year old girl seemed content that she was no longer isolated from company. Besides, of course, the energetic Pongo. What did the dog make of the situation? You wondered. What did he see? What did he know? But you wouldn't be answered, couldn't be answered. But think how much easier life would be if Pongo could talk.

That was but a fleeting wish to you. You had to have faith in what the group only knew. All the information given from time of being secluded in this grove. It will all be over soon, you hoped, you prayed. You missed home. But the people you were with, Jessica, an old friend you knew almost all your life. And then there was Leon and Luis, men you have met over this terrifying situation. They were the closest thing to home you would ever get.

The sun was beginning to set by the time Luis started dinner. Something easy to make, yet delicious to eat. It was a Spanish cuisine, you couldn't remember the name of it but it didn't matter. All you knew was that it tasted extravagant.

Everyone thought so too, even Luis himself. Emily though was a little wary to try it. Being a young girl, she was cautious of eating a substance unfamiliar to her eyes. After persuading her a great deal, she ate a piece. And how delighted was she. She had eaten more then you, three servings, maybe even four? You didn't know. You were just satisfied that she was eating decently.

And as for Pongo? He needed a food more suitable for dogs and luckily for you, Emily was aware of a large stash of dog food her grandmother confined. Everything was going great. For now, at least.

"Leon, can you pass me a marshmallow?" Jessica asked, pointing towards the opened plastic bag by his feet. The five of you were sitting, gathered around a well lit fire. The stars had already engulfed the sky. You guessed it could have been nine o'clock, or ten? You didn't have a watch with you, and neither did the others. You were seated beside Leon, head rested against his shoulder while Emily's head lay on top of your lap. The little girl was exhausted with helping you settle in the town and the constant playing with Pongo. Even the dog was tired, napping at you feet. You were soon getting there, lazily roasting your marshmallow above the orange and yellow flames.

The others were somewhat wide awake, with the occasional yawn here and there. Jessica and Luis sat across from you, the Spaniards arms wrapped tightly around her waist while she leaned against him. You were all enjoying yourself, chewing on the sweet taste of marshmallows. You couldn't remember the last time you did this, the last time you sat around the fire with friends, exchanging past experiences, embarrassing stories, future revolutions etc. It was like living the pastime. So, in a way, it did seem like you were getting the vacation you asked for.

"________, what's the matter? You seem so quiet," Jessica questioned. You rubbed your eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just tired I guess," you replied in a fatigued voice. Jessica smiled.

"Emily got you run-down, huh?" You nodded your head, glancing leisurely at the sleepy Emily who on occasion closed her eyes. You meekly stroked her silky hair. Soon enough, she drifted off from your soft touch and light crackles from the fire. You sighed tiredly, glancing at Leon who smiled at you.

"You should get some sleep," he suggested, kissing your temple.

"Yeah," you agreed and lifted your head from his shoulder. You brought your hands towards Emily's body when Leon stopped you.

"I got her," he said, standing up and picking up her little body in his arms.

"Thanks," you replied, standing up also. "C'mon Pongo," you called to the dog, lightly nudging it with your foot to awake.

The dog stood on his four paws, stretching out its muscles before gazing up at you and wagging its tail. You yawned again, your tired eyes threatening to shut you into darkness. "Night, you two, don't stay up too late," you said, winking towards Jessica who blushed while Luis let out a laugh.

"We won't, senorita." You smiled and walked with Leon towards Emily's grandmother's home, Pongo at your heels. You ran your hand down your face, another yawn escaping your lips. You couldn't believe how incredibly tired you were.

You just couldn't wait to get into your bed. The two of you navigated your way to her home. You opened the door for Leon, letting him step in and walk up the stairs before you. You followed behind slowly, dragging your steps along the floor as Pongo skipped by your side.

"Where's her room?" Leon whispered to you. You pointed towards a few doors down. You had learned the location of her room from Emily. She offered to give a tour of the house and also the small town. She knew a lot about it. How the residence helped eagerly with another. The community was all friends, working together peacefully. But how funny was it now that they might have been the ambush parties that attacked you, working together to kill the four of you.

"Over there." Leon nodded, again walking ahead and opening the door by leaning his back against it. You walked at his heels, turning on the light and lifting off the small pink bed sheets for Emily. Leon set her in carefully to not cause her to stir. You draped the pink comforter over her body, tucking her in as she slumbered. You leaned down, pressing your lips against her forehead. You took a few steps away from the bed before Leon closed the light, waiting at the doorway of the room. Pongo jumped on the foot of the mattress, laying his head on her leg while watching the two of you.

"You stay here, boy, and watch over her," you told it before leaving and closing the door behind you. You sighed and look up at Leon with a tired expression.

"Do you want me to carry you, too?" Leon graciously asked. You shook your head.

"Naw, I think I can make it. At least, I hope I will." Leon smirked before picking up in his arms, causing you to yelp.

"Hey! I said I didn't need help," you giggled.

"I don't want you to faint on me while walking," he remarked, and began to walk back towards the staircase. You rolled your eyes, placing your arms around his neck before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Leon smiled, turning to you and leaning in to kiss you on the lips. The kiss was tender, lingering on for a moment or two before you both pulled away.

You leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as you listened to his steady heartbeat. It was going by a soothing rhythm, guaranteed to make you drift off in his arms. But you tried to stay awake.

You felt Leon open the door, closing it behind him while a cold draft blew through your clothes. You could still feel it through your black hoody. You cuddled closer towards Leon as possible. Leon grinned and walked down the road, straight towards the motel. You opened your eyes, studying the area in which the five of you had the bonfire. It was surrounded by logs in where the five of you sat, near the forest. The fire was already out and Luis and Jessica were no where close by. 'They must have gone to bed,' you thought, blinking a few times. Leon leisurely made his way towards your door. He slowly set you down on your feet.

"Good night," you said, leaning in, but staying back an inch to invite him to lean in also. Your eyes were closed as you waited, until you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him and your lips crashing together with his. Man, was he a good kisser. You couldn't fight the urge to make it more deep and exciting; reluctantly you grazed your tongue over his bottom lip, begging him. Leon parted his lips, slipping his tongue out to meet yours. You placed your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The feeling of your tongues touching made you shiver with ecstasy. The intense feeling made a moan escape your throat only to be muffled.

This time, you parted from him, licking your lips as you did. He smirked towards you before giving you a final kiss on the forehead. "Have a good sleep," he said, letting go of you hips. You nodded and opened the door to your room, glancing at him one last time before closing it behind you. You sighed and turned towards your bed, collapsing atop. You heard the bathroom door open, revealing Jessica ready to sleep in a scarlet red tank top and green Portugal shorts with the Portuguese flags crest imprinted on the right leg.

"I'm surprised you're here, I thought you'd be in Luis' room," you remarked only to be hit by a pillow.

"Shut up," she retorted rather shyly. You looked up at her, her cheeks a faint red. You laughed silently and slipped off the mattress towards the washroom to wash your face and dress into your pajamas. You wore a black, thin strapped tank top with dark blue shorts. You yawned as you looked into your fatigued expression. You really needed sleep. You walked out of the washroom, falling on the bed and nuzzled your face into the pillow.

"Night, Jess."

"Good night."

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*Author's Note: Hmm, two more for the night, sound fair? Are you keeping up? I have to say, not too much more of this, after we hit chapter forty, we'll have roughly.....thirteen, give or take a number or two, chapters left. What'll you guys do when this is done?