I know, I know, I should have posted on Monday… I'm so very sorry, really. I know I made a promise that I would always post on Monday but it is obvious I have failed to keep that promise. Please forgive me.

Anyways, I did my best and finally was able to post this new chapter, I know it is poor but I sincerely hope you like it.

NOTE: OC introduction.

NOTE #2: Sorry, again.

Please enjoy!

Chapter #15

The crowded streets offered a suffocating view to the world outside the vehicle. Neon lights shone, annunciating some new restaurant, or perhaps a store, or a hotel, or a club; it didn't matter, however, it was only another establishment that would stop working in a few years.

Hazel eyes studied the people from the world at the other side of the window, wondering what they were living for. Various groups of teenagers passed before her eyes, and she couldn't help missing that age with a sad smile; she saw all kinds of people as they went down the street; lonely persons, sellers, groups… Her eyes stopped, however, on a particular pair. A woman in a pink dress passed along with a man in a suit, they sure were a couple, how happy they seemed, laughing at whatever stupidity had popped into their minds. Aubrey wondered how it felt to be loved like that, when she saw the man so proudly, lovingly, placing a kiss upon the woman's pink lips; but, was that truly love? She wondered.

Weren't they just dating because of fun? Because they had some interest in one another that wasn't by any mean romantic? Was it just lust? When Aubrey placed her eyes upon the couple's faces, however, an odd feeling burned within her chest; The woman's eyes sparkled, and both of their lips formed a genuine smile, full of honest love, while both of their eyes spoke a sincere love. They were happy. The redhead adverted her sight, narrowing her brows, feeling odd for the very first time at a sight such as that.

Why are you feeling envy?

Her heartbeat accelerated immediately. This is not envy, why should I feel such a petty sentiment? She answered herself, upset. You tell me, the voice replied with a smug tone. Aubrey, however, could not find anything harsh to shut that little annoying voice up, and decided to remain silent. Surprisingly, her conscience spoke no more.

Aubrey's upset face reflected in the glass of the window as the lights flashed inside the car. Their isolated atmosphere calm and quiet while he took her home. The chattering and nocturne sound were left in oblivion for them, or at least, for Aubrey. She seemed too concentrated discussing some inner issues to even recall he was there. Angel sighed, and tried to do the same his partner was doing; to forget this uncomfortable silence and think in something else.

But he, however, could not stop thinking about it; such a ridiculous and abrupt confession for his feelings it had been. Why do you have to be so stupid? Why do you not pay attention to the shit that comes out of your fucking mouth?! An angered voice spoke from the back of his mind. He couldn't help it, he had been driven by jealously; that blasted albino asshole had dared to touch her. Her. His chica. How dared he…?

Angel'a inner discussion soon came to an end, as they had finally reached their destination. A magnificent building raised itself before them, tall and proud, offering an intimidating yet enviable view. And at the top of it all, in the highest floor, there lived his girl. How not? With a father such as hers, which gave her everything she wanted, she was surely supposed to live in such a splendid place.

The Latino parked the car before the building in a slow move, almost not wanting to let her go. The engine stopped working at Angel's swift move of the key, and then silence fell upon them.

How embarrassing. How stupid. How… sad… They were tense, as was the heavy silence. Angel couldn't stand it; no longer, he was tired of this, of always having to bear this stupid game of theirs, so he decided to spoke for the first time, "We're here, Aubrey." He said, using her name.

"Thank you, Angel…" She said, opening the door slowly.

Now she was about to leave. And once again he would lost his chance to advance, if even a little, with her. Desperation started burning within him, as she was about to get out, and then, something more powerful than any feeling he had felt before was born. Gathering all his courage, Angel spoke, "Would you like to get a drink?"

Aubrey stopped and immediately turned towards her partner. Staring disbelievingly at him. Was he for real?

Holy shit I just screw it up… Don't panic! She hasn't given an answer yet!

Angel was nervous. It was most evident. Blushed cheeks and widened eyes, it was obvious that her partner had had a lot of trouble to formulate that simple petition, as his regret had started to become noticeable in his chestnut eyes. What should she answer, then? He didn't seem to mean anything 'lusty' towards her, but still her mind told her to reject his offer.

A inner battle unleashed inside the two of them. Each of them deciding whether to retreat or to prevail, or if she should negate or accept. The redhead noticed how her cheeks started feeling hot as seconds passed, and shutting up her conscience, she did her best to settle down and give an answer, "Yeah, sure." She said with a smile.

Angel did not even now how to react. Only thing he knew seconds later was that his cheeks started hurting because of the enormous smile dancing in his lips. The redhead stared at her companion, as she closed the door and Angel drove afterwards. He looked so happy, and she found herself feeling happy as well at his sight.

"Where are you planning on taking me?" Aubrey asked.

"Where do you want to go, princesa?" Angel asked back, openly smiling at her.

"I thought you had some idea to where we would be going, for inviting me so suddenly." The redhead said with a slight laugher.

"Well… indeed I have an idea, but I'm not sure if you'll agree with it." He said, somewhat nervous.

"Oh, please, tell me, then I shall judge your 'idea'." Aubrey said.

"I've heard of a new club not far from here," Angel said, "it is truly marvelous, for what I've heard, but I haven't visited it yet, and I wondered if you wanted to go with me to take a look and perhaps take a drink."

Aubrey felt Angel's sight upon her and for a second, she felt uncomfortable under his clever eyes. However, it didn't last longer, and the redhead, with a smile, managed to give a reply, "I'd love to."

Neon lights flashed in the streets. The promise of a night of fun flashing in each of its incandescent lights. The redhead and the Latino walked gracefully towards a club with silver-blue neon lights forming its name. Déjà vu. Some French guy was surely the owner, the woman thought before entering the place.

Dark, yet elegantly illuminated this place was. The dance floor shinning with blue lights, and the bar hosting silver ones; it almost seemed perfect for them. Suited men and very few women were in the club, and Angel couldn't help feeling proud of himself when they gave him an envious look, yet when they spotted the beautiful woman at his side, his pride became a menacing rage.

Arm in arm, he leaded Aubrey to an empty table, were they placed themselves gracefully before ordering something to refresh their throats. Aubrey's bare shoulders were exposed when she took of her coat. Beautiful.

"It seems you were informed correctly." The redhead commented after a few seconds, "This place looks most fabulous."

"It seems you like it." Angel said with a smile.

"Indeed I do, or else I would not be telling you this." Aubrey replied, smiling back at him.

They stared into each other eyes for several minutes, unaware of the world around them, of the women relishing Angel as they envied Aubrey for her 'luck', of the men staring hungrily at Aubrey as they cursed Angel for 'possessing' such a beautiful woman. Unknown to all of them, they who were outside their isolated little world, was that this two individuals were no couple at all, merely dance partners with some hidden interest in each other.

The only thing the two of them knew, right then and there, was that they both were feeling a explosive sentiment inside them. Angel was sure it was love; how beautiful, how perfect she seemed before his eyes, her auburn locks gracefully framing her pale face, her eyes sparkling with a mysterious shine, hiding so many things from him, and yet wanting to speak so much more than he knew she would ever dare.

For Aubrey, however, it was not an easy feeling to decipher; such an odd feeling it was, something she had never felt before, like something strange, uncomfortable in her stomach, and yet… how magnificent it felt, this burning inside her heart, this unexplainable sentiments she was having… could that possibly be what she thought it was? Was it… love? But hey, wait a second… how could she possibly fall in love? And how it was that she had actually fallen in love with him? His skill, maybe? His cares? His personality? His looks? His smile? His eyes? His way of telling her she was beautiful…? … Damn.

Angel suddenly parted his lips, as if to say something, but then the waiter arrived, with two cups of their finest champagne -Aubrey's favorite liquor-. Angel dismissed the man with a grateful look and a gentle 'thank you'. Then he offered a silent toast in honor of his partner, who looked down with a tiny smile and followed. They both drank, discreetly shooting glances to the other. When they were satisfied, Angel stood up.

"Would you like to dance, señorita?" He asked, just as he had done so many times before.

And she, already prepared, gave him a smile, "Sure."

Aubrey took Angel's offering hand, and allowed him to take her to the dance floor. Positioning themselves in an appropriate posture, they awaited for a new song to start, holding to the other as if they were lovers. With soft, the quick music, the new song started, marking the clear start of a tango. Enough experienced to deal with this, Angel and Aubrey danced. With quick and passionating moves he leaded the dance, gently caressing her porcelain skin as the violin marked in the rhythm.

So out of place this song seemed to be, and yet how perfect it was for this occasion. Angel danced with the passion proper of himself, and Aubrey let him lead her whatever way he pleased, as she knew he had been raised to live with this gender of music. The feeling burning between them, however, was something completely known to the pair of them; burning passion and armory, as their bodies twisted and contorted at the seducing rhythm of the music.

Seen from afar, the pair resembled almost perfectly a typical Argentinian couple. Amazed, the people could only stare at the woman and the man tangled in the passion of their dance in the dance floor, lost in the music itself, as if there was no other thing to live for. But the music, and themselves.

It was no surprise that by the ending, they were covered in applauses. It never was.

The pair retired to their table with big smiles garnishing their lips and satisfied looks in both of their faces. In a silent gracefulness, Aubrey thanked Angel for the dance, now toasting in his honor. The Latino, surprised, couldn't help blushing at his partners sudden proposal, but still he followed with a thankful look.

"Thank you, Angel." Aubrey suddenly said.

"For what?" He asked, surprised.

"For bringing me here." She replied.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just wanted you to be relaxed after tonight's meal with those freaks." Angel simply said.

"Still… thank you so much… really, for all of this." Aubrey said, a light blush staring to color her pale cheeks.

Angel's heart skipped a beat. His blush couldn't be hidden anymore, he was well aware of that at that point, but it did not mater anymore. She was blushing… genuinely blushing… it was a kind of blush that he had never seen in her before; it wasn't anger, it wasn't embarrassment, it wasn't happiness… it was simply a blush and the look inside her crystalline eyes spoke nothing but one thing.

Whoever had wanted to locate Aubrey that night, couldn't have picked a more inopportune moment. The redhead's purse vibrated on the table, indicating some incoming call or message or whatever. A silent curse escaped both of their lips unnoticed. Aubrey took out her cellphone in a quick movement, the answered it without checking the number, "Yes?" She asked, annoyed.

"Where are you, Aubrey?" Asked a too known voice at the other side of the call-line.

Oh dear. "Out, daddy." She said, sweetening her voice; Angel gave her an odd look.

"I thought you were coming for dinner tonight." Her father said, sounding somewhat upset.

"Was it tonight? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I had some compromise and wasn't able to attend."

"It's okay, but I need you to come home now, someone is looking for you."

"And who could that be?"

"The grandson of your grandmother's cousin."

"Greg?" Asked Aubrey, arching her brows, "My cousin?"

"In theory, you're not directly related, but yes, it is he; he's looking for you."

"Can't he wait until tomorrow to see me?" She asked, tired.

"He says no, my dear, I'm afraid you'll have to come now." Her father said after a few seconds.

With her brows narrowed and an annoyed look on her face, Aubrey replied, "Fine, I'll be there in ten minutes." Before hanging off.

"Was it your father?" Angel asked after remaining silent during Aubrey's conversation.

"Indeed." She said, loading her chin in the palm of her hand, "He wants me to go home now."

"I can take you." Angel offered, standing up.

"But you have never been to my fathers house."

"Doesn't mater, you can instruct me." The Latino said with a smile.

Aubrey couldn't help smiling at his determination. That was the Angel she had learned to love through all these years. "Ok, but please hurry up and pay the bill."

"I didn't know your father lived in a mansion." Angel commented, as soon as they had arrived to their destination.

"Well… now you do." Aubrey said before getting off the car and into the bright light of the entrance.

"Wait! Aubrey!" Angel called from the car.

"What?" She asked, turning.

"Should I wait for you… or are you staying her for the night?"

Aubrey remained silent for a couple of seconds, considering, before giving an answer, "I don't know how long I'll stay here, I think it'll be better if you just go home and rest, but it is up to you."

"I don't mind waiting for you." He said with a smile.

"Okay then, you can wait for me but, don't you want to come and say hello to my father?" Aubrey asked with a smile.

"Well sure." Angel responded, getting of the car and joining his partner in the entrance of the magnificent mansion.

Aubrey didn't wait a second to enter the house with hastened steps, immediately followed by Angel. The vision inside the building was no less fascinating than how it was by its front. Marble floors, mahogany furniture… elegance all over the place. She was indeed daughter of a great linage. The redhead leaded him upstairs, then into several corridors until they reached a study. Her father's study.

Knocking the door lightly before stepping in, Aubrey announced her presence, sweetly calling her progenitor, "Dad?" before pocking her head into the room, then her full body.

There, before his desk, her father stood, glass of wine in hand while he talked to a younger man, her related, Greg. Tall, pale and handsome, there stood her cousin, nicely chatting with her father. Dirty blonde locks of limp hair lazily fell upon his forehead while the rest of his hair was carefully combed behind in a way of important-businessman as it was typical of him.

"Oh, honey, there you are!" Said his after once he spotted her by the door.

"Hello, dad." She greeted with a sweet smile playing on his lips as she approached her progenitor.

The father hugged his daughter protectively, crushing her small frame with his overwhelming one. It almost felt good to Aubrey.

"Aubrey, dear, haven't seen you in such a while." Greg said, approaching the two, hands behind his back.

"Oh, Greg, I thought you were in Indonesia or some country alike." The redhead said, briefly smiling.

"I certainly was but, you know, sometimes one misses the family." The blonde said with an odd grin. "I suppose you understand that feeling, don't you?"

"Indeed." Aubrey cooly said, then turned to her father, "Oh, dad, I've brought someone with me that I'd like you to meet."

"Have you now? I hope it isn't your boyfriend or something…" He said, at which she lightly blushed, "Well, tell him to come in, I want to meet the boy."

Aubrey nodded, then turned to the door, "Angel, you can come in."

The Latino, who had been awaiting at the other side of the wooden door, found himself automatically walking into the room, just to be greeted with a wide smile upon Aubrey's lips, and a severe look upon her father's face. Angel swallowed hard.

"So, this is the boy." Aubrey's father said, carefully studying the young man before him before shaking his hand. "I suppose you've heard of me, as I've heard of you."

"Indeed I have, sir." Angel said, offering a smile, "My name is Angel, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Angel, as you can obviously see, I'm this girls father." He said, shooting a short glance to his daughter. "And this is Greg, our cousin, or so to say." he then turned towards the blonde male, who gave a curt nod, at which Angel equally responded. "But, you see, I need to talk some very personal issues to her, so if you can do the favor, I'd deeply appreciate that you could wait outside."

In that moment, Aubrey's smile vanished from her pretty face.

"Oh, sure," Angel said, nodding then turning to his girl, "I'll be waiting in the car." He said with a smile.

Aubrey nodded with a weird look in her eyes.

Yet Angel, however, made his way out the room. A few seconds of heavy silence fell upon Aubrey and the other two men, as if expecting something to happen, then, her father started.

"Well, Greg, I understand you wanted to talk to Aubrey, didn't you?" Asked her father, looking at her cousin.

"Yes, I want to." Greg answered, grinning.

"Then I guess I leave you to it." He said, heading to the half open door.

Aubrey looked right into Greg's emerald eyes, and could spot a tiny sparkle of an unknown emotion in them. Suddenly, she felt unprotected. Her father's steps were nearer to their destination, and then, she heard the door swung open at her father's motion. Her eyes did not left the young man's, not even a second.

With the click of the door being closed, Aubrey knew she was alone.

I'm sorry about the spelling/grammar/whatever mistakes I have; I can't re-read it and correct the mistakes right now, but if you spot one please tell me and I'll try to correct it.

Do I have any Zelda fans here?