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Chapter #13

Slender fingers grasped an elegant pen, gracefully tracing delicate lyrics. The hand's owner marked the endpoint, then signed the letter with quick traces. The author checked his work with a satisfied grin, before saving the letter into its envelope. A seal with two bounded G's was placed upon the packet.

"Do you think they'll come, brother?" Asked a pale female figure, standing next to the other, which held the letter in both hands.

"They surely will, my sister…" Responded the male with a satisfied smile upon his lips, "They sure will…"

"Why?" Angel asked himself for the ninetieth time. "Why do I love her?"

Frustration was evident in his tanned features, as hours passed and he could give an answer to his own question. Why did it have to be so hard? Why couldn't he just answer the question? Desire had turned into love in a matter of months. Why? Why did his heart betray him like that?

"She's arrogant, she's selfish, she's conceited, she's cruel…" He kept repeating himself as he walked up and down the empty room. "How did I fell in love with such a woman?!"

But to say he didn't think of her as one of the most beautiful women he had seen in his whole life -if not the most beautiful-, would be a lie. And though he could only mutter her flaws, he knew she had so much more to show. Aubrey wasn't just a nice-looking, perfect body girl. No, she was an obstinate woman, one you could not simply tell "it's over" and would stop trying, she would do everything but that. The word 'defeat' was not in her vocabulary, but instead "I'll be better" and would keep on trying until it was perfect.

She would always show her strongest self in public, the one that couldn't be hurt at all, the one with a heart of ice and cold eyes, the one with perfect looks and egocentric thoughts. And yet, Angel had noticed, she still revealed the part of herself that she wanted no one to see, the part of herself that lied buried deep within her heart. And yet, Angel had once seen if, briefly, but he had. How he remembered that night.

"So, tell me, where are your parents, Angel?" She had asked, loading her weigh in her arms, while her back faced the rail, glass in had.

"They are far from here." He had replied, taking a drink of his glass, also loading his weight in the rail.

Moon flashing bright in the sky and music isolated from where they stood, there couldn't be a more peaceful moment in this late-night Friday party.

"Where is 'far from here'?" Aubrey asked with a roll of her eyes.

Angel smirked at her, "Puerto Rico."

"Do you miss them?" She asked, suddenly interested.

"Not really." He replied quite frankly.

After a few champagne glasses, it was obvious that the little missy was being more open to him, as well as he was, after having some drinks himself.

"And do they miss you?"

"I don't know." He drank again from his glass, cold alcohol refreshing his throat, "But I would bet they don't." He smiled up at her, as he changed his position, now to back the rail.

"Why's that?" Aubrey asked with a curious look.

"Because they love each other and they are better without me interrupting." Angel responded, looking up at the sky.

"Oh." She simply said, looking down at the peaceful waters rocking the luxurious ship.

The Latino shot a glance at his redhead partner, noticing she had no more words to say at that, "So, what do you tell me about your patents, chica?" He started, "Where are they?"

"Dad must be in his office, and mom with her fiancé." Aubrey replied with indifference as she took a drink of her glass.

"I didn't know your parents were divorced… Sorry…" Angel said in an apologizing voice.

Aubrey didn't bother to look at him, "Hmp, it seems that's the only thing Emilia has truly kept for herself." She said, not particularly talking to anyone. Then she did looked at him, hazel orbs meeting brown, "Do not be, Angel," then she stared at the dark sky, "they couldn't solve their problems, so that was their solution." The girl's eyes reflected the moon's shine perfectly, as she locked her gaze upon the pearly star. "Damn they…" Aubrey muttered in an almost inaudible whisper.

Angel witnessed, speechless, how a lonely tear ran down her pale cheek. An immediate concern took a stand in his chest. Did he say something wrong?

"Umm… chica… are you alright…?" Angel asked, cautious.

Aubrey said nothing.

It seemed her powerful barrier was finally faltering. Angel found himself struggling about what he should do. Should I try to comfort her? He asked himself; Of course you must, you idiot! She's crying! Do something! And after a brief moment of internal discussion, Angel found himself embracing Aubrey's slim frame.

The redhead found herself caught off-guarded as she petrified at the sudden contact. Angel could feel her tensing up against him, clearly uncomfortable under his touch, acknowledging himself unwanted by his little partner, Angel quickly let go of her, muttering a brief apology before returning to the party; head low and scratched heart.

"Why did I left her alone?!" He yelled, frustrated with himself, "She said nothing! Nothing at all! She could have said something! But she didn't! But what if she wanted me to stay?! Aghh!" Mad at himself, the Latino let himself fall on the couch.

It was true Aubrey had kept silent after the embrace, and it was also true that she ignored that event with perfect indifference, as it had never happened. And it was also true that then, Angel had seen a little part of Aubrey's inner self. And it, Angel realized, was the reason that made him made up his chaotic mind into a sharp conclusion: he truly loved her. But there was no possible explanation at the why of it all. She was a mystery in his eyes, and yet, the most beautiful, intriguing mystery he had found.

Love is unpredictable, Angel was well aware of that. And perhaps it was only because he was in love with her that she was so perfect in his eyes. After all, no one is perfect until you fall in love with them. Curse those feelings he could not place, or define, or even understand. He knew he was feeling love, but he could not control it. He couldn't control the passion burning within his chest, the need to ask her if she wanted to go out with him, to tell her how beautiful she was, to be there whenever she needed him, to call her 'mi princesa' and see her smile.

But in her eyes, it was only a joke; he could see it, but couldn't understand why. Maybe at that time being a jerk and a playboy had taught her not to trust him. After all, what did he use to want, before his fall, but to sleep with her? Savor her perfumed soft skin? Taste her precious body? What a shame. He himself had brought this distrustfulness from her upon himself. How he regretted it now, how he wanted to go back in time and behave himself around her. But it was not possible, and he was well aware of that. So, what could he do now? Trying to regain her trust would not be easy, trying to make her believe he had changed would be more than hard.

The Puerto Rican sighed, defeated and confused. "Maybe I do have a chance." He muttered to himself, trying to convince himself that it there was -if only slightly- a tiny possibility that she could trust him.

After several nights of troubled sleep, Aubrey could just simply ignore her concern.

Surely, it was not her imagination that Angel's attitude had started to change around her. He had become a different person, and she couldn't explain why. He didn't flirt with other girls that much anymore, he was always trying to be with her and do whatever stupidity popped into her mind. She couldn't say she didn't take advantage of Angel's sudden over-enthusiastic attitude when serving her, because that would be a lie.

And, after some time always making him do whatever she commanded, the harsh truth hit her, hidden in Emilia's words.

"Stop doing this to him, Aubrey." The brunette had said.

"Doing what?" The red headed responded, distracted.

"Stop playing with him like that!" Emilia exclaimed, annoyed.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Aubrey asked, now serious at her friend's statement.

"Oh you know very well of what I'm talking about."

"Umm… No, I don't."

Sitting on a bench, the two females were; Angel had left to get something to drink for Aubrey, and Emilia had taken advantage of their little time alone to give the redhead a lecture.

"Well look at him!" Emilia pointed Angel in the distance, "He does everything you tell him to, and yet you act like a perfect bitch to him!" The brunette accused.

"Hey calm down Emilia," Aubrey started, defensive, "I did not ask him to offer himself to do all what I say!"

"At least you should thank him, you know?! Angel is doing this because obviously he has feelings for you! Don't you realize?!" Emilia said, exasperated.

"First of all, I do thank him-" Aubrey started, but Emilia cut her off.

"No, you don't." The brunette quickly said.

"Whatever. Anyways, that's not true." The redhead responded.

"Yes it is, and you treat him like shit."

"That is not true!"

"Of course it is! Every time he tries to be nice you push him away! You don't deserve his affections!"

"Okay could you please stop it?" Aubrey said, tired and annoyed, "I'm sick of this conversation so it's over, I'm not here to listen to your misplaced complains," the redhead could see her friend shooting her a killing glare, "and my personal life is none of your business."

"You're right, it is not, but at least, recognize that you're being a bitch to him stop making him suffer, he doesn't deserve it, as you don't deserve his cares." Emilia said, standing up and parting from Angel before leaving.

The Latino stood in front of Aubrey, glass in hand, "Why did Emilia left? I thought you two were on good terms." He said, as soon as her friend was gone.

"She had to go practice with Bodie, is all." Aubrey simply replied, frowning.

"Oh, I see… Well here's your glass princesa." Angel said with a warm smile.

"Thank you." The redhead said, not looking at him.

He did care about her, he did try to be the perfect man for him, he did do whatever she told him to, and yet -just as Emilia had said- she treated him like trash.

It wasn't her fault though, she had grown up in a world where she was surrounded by pleasures and her will was her law. Nothing was missed in her perfect little world, not even the pettiest of her desires. So lacking of parental love she was, and so full of material goods, that it had come to mean nothing to her in her latest years so dear sweet adolescence. And yet, how she wished her parents hadn't divorced.

A flashback of the night she revealed this to Angel hit her. He had hugged her, then forsaken her. That nuisance of a boy had come to mean so much for her, she realized, as the warm feeling she had had then, flooded her senses again. Is wasn't like she was going to admit it however, how much she had come to care for him. It would be degrading. Miss Aubrey doesn't care for no one.

A thought popped into her mind then. Emilia was right, she forced herself to recognize. She acted like a perfect bitch to him, and yet he never complained, he did everything she told him to. Regret built up inside her chest at the memory. She should have said something before he left, his warm embrace had comforted her beyond description, and yet, she hadn't even thanked him for that.

Perhaps she should change too, be more gentle to him and, were she right to thought -as her mind so desperately screamed-, Angel had fallen in love with her.

"An invitation has arrived, chica." Angel said, holding a black packet.

"Is that so? Who's it from?" Aubrey looked up from her magazine at her companion.

"I don't know, a pair of bounded G's is the seal." He replied, examinations the invitation.

"Seal? You mean with wax?" The redhead surprised, narrowing her brows.

A couple of weeks had passed since their respective inner conflicts, both of them expectant at the reactions of the others, and yet reluctant to do something themselves. Aubrey knew it wasn't her who should start the conversation, boys always talked to her, never otherwise. And Angel couldn't decide whether he should try or not, after all, she could misunderstand him.

So there they stood, in Aubrey's penthouse, nicely chattering for the first time in weeks, obviously discussing a most intriguing topic.

"Yeah." Angel simply replied.

"Odd and old-fashioned too. Let me see it." Aubrey asked, arching her brows; Angel handed her the curious packet,"Hmm… the Glitterati twins… it sounds familiar to me…" she whispered, reading its content, "Have you heard of them?"

"Yeah, they live in the new building, the one that is still in construction." Angel replied, "I've heard they are brother and sister, both albinos and tall, very gifted as well."

"'Gifted'?" Aubrey repeated.

"Yeah, they've got some serious skill dancing, or so I heard." Angel replied, casually.

"Well… it seems they want to meet us," Aubrey said, standing up to go to her partner's side, "Next Saturday at 8:30 p.m., the almost-finished building…"

"Sounds interesting," Angel commented, "What do you say? Do you want to go, chica?"

"I don't see why not." Aubrey replied with a shill smile.

Angel smiled back, "Ok."

An enormous building erected in front of them. As Angel parket the car on the abnormally lonely street. Distant sounds coming from afar, as the roar of the vehicle's motor stopped working. The street lights shone suspiciously over them, not offering any warm comfort against the chill of the night.

It almost seemed disturbing, hadn't they know it was a building still in construction but, it's silence and loneliness still seemed misplaced in this crowded city, a chill ran down their spines when they both shoot a glance at the top level of the building, as if seizing its height.

"So this is the place?" The redhead asked, carefully studying their destiny.

"Yes." The Latino said at her side.

"Had you been here before." Aubrey asked, turning to him, with a suspicious look in her eyes.

"I had hear of this place, but I had never came." Angel responded.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Aubrey admitted, looking up to the building once more.

"Me too." Said Angel before getting off the car.

He opened Aubrey's door, then helped her getting off with a gentle move, earning himself a warm "Thank you.", from his beautiful partner.

"You're most welcome." Angel replied with a joyful smile dancing in his lips.

Angel fixed the topknot of his suite as he contemplated Aubrey's slender figure, deliciously wrapped by an ethereal dark dress carefully garnished by tiny sparkles of silver brightness. Bare back and pronounced neckline, it was obvious she was looking beautiful. An elegant coat covered her naked shoulders when she could not bear the cold.

"To be giving me that stare, I must imagine that I look gorgeous, don't I?" The redhead asked with a smirk.

"Indeed you do, hermosa." Angel agreed, openly smiling at her.

"Well, you don't look so bad yourself." Aubrey said, showing a tiny smile.

"Thank you." Angel said.

"You're most welcome." Aubrey replied turning to him, a warm smile garnishing her rosy lips.

The Latino couldn't help feeling more joyful at her smile. Feeling prepared, he the offered her a helping arm and a gentle company till the reached their destiny. She accepted his help without a complain.

Arm in arm, they both headed to the elevator, where they found, surprised, a curious individual, dressed in leather clothes and too much makeup for his gender. Black eyes rested upon the couple, as they stopped before him, clearly doubting his loyalty for his vague attire.

"My masters are waiting for you." He said, before stepping aside and letting Angel and Aubrey entered the elevator.

"Thank you." Angel said, giving the boy a curt nod before pressing a bottom. Then, the mechanical doors closed.

"I don't like this place." Aubrey immediately said, "It's weird." She complained.

"Do not worry, my lady, we don't have any business with that sort of freaks." Angel confidently said, as a reassuring smile crossed his lips in an attempt to give his partner some security.

"I hope you're right." Aubrey simply replied.

After a few seconds, loud, isolated music reached their ears, and they both immediately wondered who their hosts were. Their question would be soon answered, as the elevator stopped at the top level of the building with a mechanical sounds of new chains.

The pair stepped out as soon as the door creaked open, walking elegantly, as if belonging to the aristocrats of past, wearing polite smiles and astonishing attires. It was almost as if their inexistent nobility shone through the veil of an undiscovered treasure, pleading, requesting, to be so proudly used in a time such as this.

However, their smiles faltered as their exam instead the people around them. Strange figures, clothed in dark leather, oddly, all of them seemed incredibly well matched. Insecurity grew within Aubrey's mind, as the girl casted an icy expression upon her features, so no one could see through her mask.

Stares followed the two of them until they reached the most unfinished part of the building. Metal pieces spread over the wooden floor, as a cold, soft wild blew through the yet to put walls, chilling their skin. Two tall figures stood in the furthest beam, looking beyond to the silver shine of the dark sea. Ivory skins seemed to glow under the moonlight, as platinum-blonde hairs perfectly reflected the still undying light of high reflectors. The slender bodies of a female and a male were evident as their arms connected their bodies, revealing the bond they shared. Dark leather equally garnished their frames, silver sparkles shining in their chest, as it was obvious they were their hosts.

The soft click of their feet seemed to alert the siblings, whom turned around to meet their so awaited guests. Grey eyes shone in the dark, framed by black makeup. Their thin faces perfectly marked their cheekbones, traced with black makeup as well. Feline eyes studied the recently arrived couple, which were genuinely disturbed at the sight of their host.

"Say what, Angel?" Aubrey muttered under her breath so that only her partner could hear her.

Where do you come from?