Sorry that it's been a while since i've updated but here it is, Chapter 23.

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Chapter 23

Jonathon was walking across the anchorage, back to the Apartment; he had spent the last three days at The Safe House with Emelina. He would give her money to go get pizza and while she was out he would draw an iratze on himself to quicken the healing process and take away some of the pain although the demon metal wounds would never heal.

His ears popped, causing a headache to appear, as Jonathon stepped into The Apartment. He didn't bother calling out to see if Valentine was home because he really didn't give a shit right now if he was home or not, he was so sick of his shit! He walked upstairs and went to his room. He went for a warms shower in attempt to get some of the demon metal out of his wounds, he was thankful that it worked.

He wrapped a towel around his hips and walked back into his room. He stopped mid-step as he saw his father sitting on his bed with a set of folded hunting gear in his hands.

"Jonathon how was your shower?" He said calmly; to calmly for Jonathon's liking.

"Fine." He answered cautiously, eyeing him curiously, "Why are you here father?"

Valentine stood up, handing the hunting gear to Jonathon, "Here, your new gear arrived today."

"Ohhkayy…" Jonathon said as he cautiously took the gear form his father.

"Get dressed. We're going hunting, there is a nest of Eluthied Demons in one of the nearby towns. They're hiding behind a local pub so I hear." Valentine's voice was stern and official, just like Jonathon was used to.

Jonathon cleared his throat and straightened his back, "Which town are we going to?"

"It's one of the closer towns, twenty minute walk. I think it's called, Mango or Nango."

"Nanango?"

"Yes, that's it. Be ready in fifteen minutes, I'll be downstairs waiting." With that Valentine left his room, shutting the door behind him.

Jonathon slumped against the wall.

His head was pounding with panic, 'What am I going to do? What if he finds out about her? What if he already knows!? Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! Everything is going to be fine!' He took a deep breath to steady his nerves an started getting ready.

Light slashed through the darkness as his seraph blade sliced through the Eluthied Demon. The Father and Son stood back-to-back as they fought the oncoming attacks. There had been fifteen demons when they started now there was four and the thrill had kicked in by Jonathon's second kill, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed this.

His father had pointed out before, grinning when he saw his son's black eyes, "I see you've got your fighting eyes back." The demon boy grinned and continued slashing his way through the ugly beasts.

One of the demons turned and ran from the fight.

"You're not getting away that easily!" The black-eyed boy hissed as he darted after the fleeting demon; leaving Valentine to kill the last two by himself. He darted around the corner, hot on the demon's heels. A slash, of what looked like gold, flashed in the corner of his eye but he ignored it as he sped up his pace. He swung the blazing seraph blade and in one clean swoop the demon was left headless. Just before the demon collapsed he ran the blade though it's back for good measure. The demon broke down into a black sludge and then disappeared into the ground. He wiped the blood off his blade and slid it into his belt. He turned around to start walking back but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her. Emelina. The blond haired girl was standing still with shock, her blue eyes filled with fear. He noticed the tearstains running down her cheeks and a fresh bruise on her cheek.

He took a step towards her cautiously, "Em… let me explain."

He went to take another step but she bolted in the other direction. He stood still for a moment, his heart slightly shattering at the fear he saw in her eyes, before he raced after her.

He spotted her halfway down the main street, her blond hair bouncing behind her.

"EM!"

He wished he hadn't called out to her because she sped up her pace. She dashed around the corner, he knew where she was going, The Safe House.

As he finally reached The House he found her kneeling over one of the dead patches of over grown grass, vomiting up her last meal. He dashed to her side, holding her hair back and rubbing her back.

"Em…:

She jolted away from him, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. She darted up the steps, "Get Away From Me!" Her voice was distraught which caused the cracks in his heart to grow.

He dashed after her. As he burst into the house his eyes darted around the room and finally landed on the cowering girl in the corner. He dashed to her side, kneeling down next to her. He went to place a comforting hand on her shoulder but she flinched away, burying her head in her knees.

"Em… please…" He pleaded, his voice shaky.

Her lip trembled, "N-No, you killed that… Y-Your eyes… You're a Monster!" She spat the last words.

He almost collapsed as she said the word he had hated ever since he was born. Monster. Why? She was the only one who never thought of him as evil, demonic, a monster. He had to restore her faith in him, he NEEDED it or else all the humanity she had brought out of him would disappear for good.

"Emelina, please, you have to understand I'm… I'm different from other people. Yes I killed that… thing but I'm not the monster, it was and it's my job to kill them. To keep people safe… to keep you safe."

"But… but your eyes, they were black?" She asked with a shaky voice, she was still hugging her knees to her chest, slightly leaning away form him. Her gaze turned away from his.

He looked down in shame and simply answered, "A side affect from fighting the monsters."

Painful silence fell between them, moments later Emelina broke it, "How can I trust you? Are those bruises and scars even from your father or are they from fighting? Is your name even Christopher?"

His voice was soft and full of pain, "These scars are from my father, I didn't lie about that, I would never lie about that to you. Christopher is my middle name."

"What about your last name, Fairchild?"

"My… mother's maiden name… but you can trust me, please, I need you to trust me."

She made a choking sound as she fought back the tears, "I… I don't know…"

His back slouched, his head hung as small pleading whimpers escaped his lips, "Please… please… please…"

"I-I just need some time… to think." She said finally breaking his sobbing pleads.

He slowly lifted his head and their gaze met. She reached down and gently cupped his cheek, a few tears rolling down hers, "I just need some time."

He nodded slowly and stood up, letting her hand drop away from his. He turned around and slowly made his way over to the door. As he reached for the handle he stopped as a soft hand rested on his arm. He turned around so that they were facing each other. Their eyes locked and his heart started to race. Her hand slid down his, to his hand, linking their fingers. He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. He brushed a golden strand behind her ear; gently brushing her cheek with his knuckle. He cupped her cheek and leaned down. He kissed her softly and she kissed back. Their kiss was salty from each others' tears but neither of them cared, they just needed it right now. He couldn't help but think how this felt do much like a good-bye kiss, not a 'good-bye, see ya tomorrow' kiss, but a final good-bye kiss. They both started to pull away even though they didn't want to. He slowly let go of her hand, letting it drop to her side. He turned around and opened the door.

Just before he closed it behind him, "I love you Emelina, I'll never stop loving you."

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