Devil takes the Hindmost, chapter 13

A/N: Sorry guys! I've been busy, and working on the fanfic "From the Frontlines and Back." (Check it out if you love the Heroes of Olympus, Jasper or World War 1!)

Will wasn't quite sure how he ended up in this position.

It was roughly midnight on Huntington Street. The air stunk of beer and drugs, and the biggest house on the street was completely trashed. Drunken people on the lawn, and music booming as loud as humanely possible. You could hear it from two blocks away, where the Lataveer's van was parked, on Downey Lane. Where Will dealt with his brother, Joseph, griping about their sister, Cara, who was at the party on William Street. The party of Tobias Eaton.

"Where the hell is she?" Joseph yelled, smashing his hand against the car dashboard. He turned to Will, his eyes blazing with the fury only an agitated older brother could have, fearing for the danger of his sister. "I told her to meet us here at 11:30!"

"She's probably drunk again!" Will replied, not looking up from his Iphone. He had not looked up ever since they arrived, and had only joined to escape the nagging of their parents. Plus, though he would never admit it, he had come, in hopes of seeing Christina… "Just calm down, man!"

"William, I am the eldest here, so you are going to shut up!" he raged, his pale face turning red in the darkness. Not for the first time that evening, he grabbed the handle of his door and jumped out of the station wagon, murmuring something about a walk. Will simply rolled his eyes at his brother's antics, his temper obviously getting the best of him. How he got a master's degree in psychology, Will didn't figure out.
However, it did make him slightly nervous to be left alone in the car, with nothing to defend himself. Unlike himself, his brother and sister were both built strongly, and would last a few minutes in a fight. Will was skinny and tiny, and could barely control where his fists would fly. He wouldn't last a minute in an argument, as he was also somewhat of a pacifist. But it began to worry him, when twenty minutes later, his brother had not returned. He figured he had gotten caught up in something, but he would not go out of the car; too much of a risk of getting jumped or attacked.

Soon enough, a drunken figure appeared at the end of the street, and Will couldn't help but feel his pulse quicken. Obviously a poor bastard who had gotten drunk at the party on Huntington Street. He had heard stories of what drunken people could do to mere people who would simply look at them. Leaning over the car seats, he hit the lock key on the keypad, and a quick click went around him as the doors locked him in. He would be safe for now.
Though, when the figure began stumbling to the middle of the street, he couldn't help but lean in at anticipation to see who it was. Was it Tobias himself? Or some other sap who had been spiked with drugs? It shocked him, however, to find it was Christina.

She was yelling profanities at the sky, waving a red beer cup around. Her hair was tousled and a glazed look in her eyes. Every step she took made her sway. Will soon felt obligated to help her, as he jumped out of the car and ran over to her. The humid night air made his messy blonde hair stick to his neck, as he rushed over, every step making his heartbeat rise. He reached out to take her arm, and was surprised to see her recoil with such a fashion of disgust.

"D-Don't touch me!" she yelled, her words slurred and slow. "If you…want some of this…you gotta EARN IT!"

"Christina…Goddamnit," Will stuttered, looking at her, his eyes filled with concern, "How much did you fucking drink?"'

"Oh, 5 or 6!" she replied, her eyes lighting up at the numbers, before she looked up at the sky, her head swaying a bit, "Maybe 7…?"

Will rolled his eyes, as he gently took her leather covered arm. She surprisingly followed a goofy smile on her face. She was saying nonsense now, and it was only when Will pulled her into the station wagon did she fall silent. Quietly, he helped her in, and sat down in the seats. But her foot became caught on the door, and she fell, her head landing on his lap.

His cheeks turned pink, as he carefully removed her foot from the door. He could hear her giggle slightly, murmuring something about Cinderella, before she closed her eyes. Will gently closed the door, before sighing at the sight. He couldn't move her head without disturbing her, and for once, since he's known her, she looked peaceful. For once, she looked innocent.

They sat there in silence for awhile, her head on his lap, and Will looking everywhere else. This felt so wrong, Like he was violating something private. He was sure she had gotten drunk a lot of times, but who knew what would've happened to her if someone caught her. She could've been kidnapped, raped, or even killed. Will would die if he let that happen…and something inside himself told him this was right and wrong at the same time. Like the laws of nature were bent, only because she was with him in the darkness.

"Will…" her voice blossoming out of the darkness. He turned his head, to surprise, to find her eyes turned at him, her hair splayed across his lap. Her dark brown eyes like chocolate were filled with such concern, such vulnerability. "I really like you…I…I always did…" she admits, "And you…probably hate me…but I can't help it…I l-love you."

"Oh…" Will replied bluntly, unsure how to respond. This was very wrong. According to the laws of human feelings and nature, he should hate her. Want to hate her with every fiber of his being…instead, something else had arisen. He had only let Christina bully him because…well, he liked her-no. That wasn't the right word. The right word was one that was forbidden, four letters that could never be said. One that shouldn't exist at all. The way she bullied and abused him, was indeed terrible. You weren't supposed to be in love with your jailer, right? But they had always been neighbors, somewhat friends…frenemies? But he had never betrayed her trust, though people insisted he had to. When he was near her, he didn't let on how he felt inside. Well, hell, he's lost his pride already, many years ago. It didn't hurt as much as it could, the scars and bruises she inflicted upon him. As long as she needed him, as long as life was long. His heart had never strayed for another, and he knew, deep down, she wouldn't try and stop him if it made him happy.

Without warning, Christina gently elevated her hand, caressing his cheek softly. He knew his pupils dilated, and without consent or permission, their lips met in a fiery embrace. The fire, the passion, the hatred and love and sorrow and everything else was finally released, as their lips battled for dominance. Everything that couldn't be said, everything that would never be said was to be said in this simple action. Years of bullying, hours of name calling had all been worth it. Oh yes, he had been right. She needed him as much as he needed her. Fools would profess, but wise men confess. This was Will's confession, in the night of passion that consumed them both.

His eyes shut slightly, as he smiled. Her lips were released from his, as her head fell back upon his lap. An airy smile was on her dark face, as Will ran his pale fingers through her strands of hair, the paleness magical upon a field of ebony. His breathing soon matched hers, as she began to drift in peace, their love finally becoming one.

"Will…?"

"Yes?" he asked, his head turned down to hers. Her hand gently slid towards his, as he met it with his own. Their fingers were intertwined as he squeezed her hand softly.

"Don't go anywhere." Her words were less slurred, but it was obvious she wasn't as intoxicated as before. She knew the time and place, and who she was with and how she felt. It was hangover, but at the same time, it was heaven. Her eyes were gazing into his, a soft smile on her pale lips. They had always been so close to that happy end, but so far from it at last.

He gently brushed some hair off her forehead, before he kissed her forehead lightly.

"I'd never dream of it," Will respond.