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Angel wings wrapped in revelations

The sweetest of hours slipped by all too fast, dawn was threatening to break dividing them once again.

Worried about the effects of the drug, she hesitated but gave in as Tate pleaded with her.

"Give me another dose, I can feel myself slipping, we still have more time, I need more time with you… please Violet."

Lying next to him, looping his curls around her fingers lazily, she already was feeling the loss of him.

Weighing the danger against the what they both needed, she tentatively stood to retrieve another vial that was hidden in her shoe.

"I feel selfish, I mean… I told you all my secrets, and you held me. Tonight was supposed to be about you, finding a way to save you."

Weakly raising his hand his pressed it purposely to his heart.

"Being close to you, knowing you… every moment you touch me, you keep me alive Violet, I feel like I can't breathe when you're not here."

Gasping softly, his eyelashes fluttered closed. "Please do it now, it's happening."

Rushing towards him, reaching for the syringe, she strapped the band around his arm, pulling it tight with her teeth as she pierced his skin, watching as the fluid disappeared into his vein.

Faster than she imagined his chest rose, once again she felt the soft embrace of his fingers curl around her wrist, he was back.

"There you are."

He smiled, edging one side his mouth upwards deepening his dimple, making her heart soar.

"I have to get you out of here."

Her declaration wasn't really for him, she just needed to hear it out loud, to keep her focus, her hope alive, to believe it was possible.

Grabbing a blanket she covered him knowing that the medication had a side effect of lowering his body temperature.

It was sweet, a form of affection Tate had missed since his mother passed, no act of kindness by Violet went unnoticed or unappreciated by him.

"I think of you… when he does… what he does. I see you looking back at me. I imagine you standing in the corner of the room. You're whispering softly, calming me, telling me that you're always with me, that soon we'll be together. You tell me to be strong, to stay alive."

Sitting on the edge of the bed she took his hand in hers kissing it tenderly.

"Tate, you have to tell me what happened. I promise, nothing will change my feelings for you."

Pulling his bottom lip in, he shyly lifted a hopeful gaze in her direction, capturing her in a way that no one ever had before.

"You have feelings for me?"

A tinge of pink lifted across her cheeks as she averted her stare, finding it hard to be so vulnerable, to trust, to give to someone something that had been ripped from in the most horrific way.

Her voice was different then he had ever heard it before.

"You know I do."

Twisting a stray string from the blanket around her finger till it turned dark purple, she hid her face behind a curtain of her golden locks.

"I'm not good… around people, my entire life I've felt as if I was a stranger, that everyone around me was in this bubble, and I was left on the outside looking in, watching them live in a world I would never be a part of. That was until I met you."

Releasing the string she watched as her skin returned back to it's normal color.

"What I feel for you, I didn't think was possible, you read it in books, see it all around you, in movies, poems… you notice it in couples wrapped up each other, but you still don't believe it's real. You convince yourself that it's a lie, a fairy tale, that it couldn't possibly be true..."

Needing to touch him, she drifted her fingertips along his arm, hypnotized by his alabaster skin, the color of clouds floating in the sky.

"... but then there it is, staring you in the face, daring you to fight it as it rises like the tide in your heart… unwavering, defiant, more powerful than anything you've felt in your life… love."

Furrowing her eyebrows, she felt exposed, raw.

"You don't have to say anything, I don't know what I was thinking, just forget - "

Knowing each moment with her could be his last, he let his emotions go, the truth was like an ocean wave that was impossible to hold back.

"Violet, I've been in love with you from the moment you touched me, before I laid eyes on you. I fall deeper each time I'm with you, like a beautiful abyss... I keep falling further and further as if there's no end."

Letting out a sigh that sent chills through his body, she laid beside him, turning on her side pulling his arm securely around her body, encouraging him to spoon her, curling his body around her, holding her close.

The impending sun peaked it's gentle warm rays through the stained glass window over their heads bathing them in shades of blues, and emerald green.

Feeling his strength returning he swept his warm mouth along the slope of her neck brushing his lips to her ear.

Bracing herself, she arched her back, molding her body against his, feeling just how much he wanted her.

A tender hand drifted along the curve of her hip, finding it's place between her thighs.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he teased her, evoking a desire that begged to be sated.

Strumming her lightly, listening with bated breath to every quiet whimper he grabbed the hem of her uniform fisting it tight pulling it up high around her waist.

"I need to be inside you Violet."

Nodding fervently, she reached back, curling her fingers around his hip, urging him on. "Please."

With one thrust he was home, surging deep within wet fiery walls that clenched him tight as they moved together, searching out a solace that only they could give each other.

His mouth opened in a silent cry as his forehead fell in the crook of her neck while his hand slid down pressing against her pussy, his thumb circling her clit, driving her to knot her fingers inside his unruly mass of blonde waves.

"Oh god, more… please."

Sweat glisten along his pale skin, using all his strength he pounded harder, faster sending them to a place neither of them thought they'd ever find.

Together they were one, understood, accepted, loved for all that they were.

Feeling her shutter, coming hard, tearing at his curls he fell himself, letting go, pouring everything inside her, all the pain and loneliness that was bricked within him for so long.

Breathless she released him folding into herself as his arm wrapped around her like his angel wings from her dreams.

That's when she felt it, wet and warm on her shoulder.

Tears he couldn't hold back marked her skin, words began to follow, faster by the second, fumbling from his lips as if he had no control.

"My father is a scientist, obsessed with experimenting on the human body, his madness pushed him to the edge, into a place of insanity, of evil. My sister's and I weren't saved from poverty, adopted by orphanages, we were sought out. Rumors of special gifts forged him to travel around the world, to steal, kidnap us from our homes, our families. My mother, his wife, she tried to protect us. He caught her talking to the cops on the phone. As soon as she saw him, fearing for her life, she hung up, but it was too late for her. He murdered her in right in front of us, to teach us a lesson."

Turning to face him Violet cupped his face tenderly, caressing him, lulling him with her sweet voice.

"Shh… go slow, don't push yourself."

Continuing on he needed to get it out, for someone to know the ugly twisted truth.

"He experimented on my sisters, turned Camille into a drooling vegetable, cut into Johanna's brain making her violent, so crazed that she needed to be restrained all the time, and poor Alison… what he did to her, I can't even put it into words."

Forgetting the time, Violet laced her fingers through his hair pulling him closer. "I'm so sorry."

"I had to do it, I couldn't let them … exist like animals, everything about them was gone, stolen, torn apart. They were suffering, I had no choice. I killed them all Violet, I loved them, and I murdered them in their sleep."

Violet's eyes flashed to the clock on the wall, panicked she pushed him as her heart broke.

"What about you, Tate, what did he do to you?"

Shrugging his voice broke. "He was saving me for last, said I was special, that I would make him a God, but it was too late, the maid came in on her day off. He heard her coming, he took an ax and hacked the girls into pieces before grabbing his revolver and setting his sights on me."

Urging him on Violet needed to understand.

"Why are you here Tate?"

"My father knew I would survive, there's something… different about me, but he couldn't take the fall for the deaths of the girls so he handed me over to Dr. Arden. They're old friends, someone he trusted to find the truth about me. Everyday I lay here, being sliced open, electrocuted, tortured, while he keeps searching."

Hearing voices from outside the door Violet crawled off the bed to fumbled quickly with her clothes.

"Tate, what is he looking for… what is it that makes you different."

Shoving her shoes on she heard him take a deep breath as his hand fell over the metal railing.

He was gone again.

"Violet? Is that you in there? Why is the damn door locked? Open it at once!"

Scrambling to hide the empty vials, Violet fought back tears as Dr. Arden pounded on the door.

"Violet!"