Bad Blood — Taylor Swift

Today Chloe's morning started off with witnessing Rory attempting to drown Aiden.

Backing up two minutes. Chloe woke up to her alarm and went to the kitchen to grab her morning coffee when she spotted Rory cleaning the dishes.

"You're in a good mood." Chloe smiles at her while her daughter continues without interruption. "But since when do you wash the dishes this early?"

"Can't I just want to be helpful?"

"At 9 A.M.?" Chloe knew Rory well. And as much as she is helpful around the house, she never usually is during the daybreak.

Rory takes a full bucket from the sink and walks over to where Aiden is asleep on the couch. She lifts the bucket above Aiden's sleeping form and is about to pour the contents on him when.

"Rory!" Chloe says, ordering her to put it down.

"But Mom, he—"

"Aurora." Chloe says sternly. "Put it down."

She knows whenever her full name is uttered by Chloe there is no room for debate.

Reluctantly, Rory makes an annoyed huff and mutters something under her breath before lowering the bucket of dishwater.

A soft chuckle erupts from Aiden. "Busted." Rory flicks her tongue out at him in response.

"Guys, get up. You're already late for school."

Aiden grabs a book from his locker when Rory elbows him.

"Guess what?" A very excited question from her.

He lifts a perfectly careful eyebrow at her. "You plan to put more peanut butter in my shoes?"

After Rory's attempt to pour dishwater on him had failed, she was quick to come up with an alternative prank on him. One that involved some last-minute peanut butter.

"What? No. I'm done with that. Got something better in mind, but that's not why I'm asking." She says with a sigh and then her smile widens as she squeals. "I have a new follower!"

"I can hardly see why having a stalker is a good thing."

"Not that kinda stalker, Doofus." She scrolls through her phone and shows him a picture of a blond girl. "It's a new girl at school, her name is Elsa."

"So, you have a crush on her is what you're saying."

"What, no." She lies.

"Did Dad ever tell you that you shouldn't lie?"

"I've never met the man."

That halts Aiden from doing whatever he was doing inside the locker and makes him fully turn to Rory.

"You're serious?" He says crossing his arms. "Because if this is another one of your stupid jokes to get me to believe in something, it's not funny."

The bell rings and students start to head to the classes. Rory flings her back over her shoulder. "I'm not lying about that." She says somewhat defeatedly before walking away.

Speechless as he is, Aiden has no idea what he should do with that information right now. But he wouldn't just leave it with that.

That did explain the lack of Lucifer's presence when he first came here. But now, even more questions are forming instead.

Lastly, before closing his locker, his eyes land on some words engraved on the inside of the door. He didn't notice them the last time he opened it.

You don't belong here

It's not the first time something like this is said to him. Aiden almost doesn't pay mind to it, until he reads the last part.

Leave or pay the consequences

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but he doesn't have time to ponder over the threat, when suddenly, the door gets slammed shut.

"You missed class, Aiden."

All thoughts from before vanishing as the Nephilim's gaze lands on a pair of mitch-matched eyes.

"You noticed?" He couldn't help but smile at Cecilia's words. "I apologize. I slept in."

"We were all given an assignment," the girl crosses her hands, making Aiden notice the lack of her cane, "You weren't in class, so the teacher paired us up."

"She did?" Aiden's eyebrows rise. "I'm starting to like Miss Williams already."

"And now instead of getting to do the project on my own, in peace and quiet, we have to do it together this weekend."

"You're saying it like it's a punishment."

"I have to get to class." Her way of trying to say a cold goodbye. But on her way, she stumbles a little and that does not go by the Nephilim.

Cecilia places her hand against the wall to balance herself until she feels a strong hand wrap around her middle.

"Where's your cane, Lia?"

She bites her lip, shakes her hooded head as if embarrassed by the whole idea. "Some asshole took it when I wasn't looking. And stop calling me that!" Her irritated voice comes out when she starts pushing and failing to get rid of him. She finally snaps at the boy. "I'd rather get on my knees and crawl!"

Holding back his amusement at the sight of her—almost like an angry little kitten—Aiden steps back too look at her struggling form. He purrs. "What I wouldn't give just to see you do that."

Her cheeks visibly turn a shade of bright pink. "That's not what I meant!"

"Hmm."

"Puerco."

Aiden snorts at her insult. "Maybe, but has anyone ever told how stubborn and grumpy you can be, gatita?" When she finally calms down, he continues to lightly press his hand to her middle and guide her down the hallway. Giving her the sense that she's in control, but just close enough to make sure she doesn't fall face first to the hard floor.

"And you're always sunshine and rainbows wherever you go?" She stops pushing him away and finally lets him help her. "Did a unicorn birth you?"

That earns a deep laugh from Aiden, proving her point. "Define a unicorn."

Ten minutes later, walking up two flights of stairs and passing four corridors, they finally make it to Miss Williams's classroom door.

"I can make it on my own now." Cecilia says while slapping his hand away from him.

The Nephilim rolls his eyes. "You humans are such grateful little creatures, aren't you?"

Before going in, Aiden catches the glimpse of her soft face, slightly cover by the hood and her hair. "And what does that make you?"

"A Nephilim." He states.

"A what?"

"Half-human."

"And the other?"

Before answering, he leans in and brushes his lips against the shell of her ear. Only the material of the black hood between him and her.

"Half-devil."

Cecilia doesn't move for a moment, almost like she's frozen to the spot.

Taking that as his que to leave, Aiden turns around to go find his class. "You're welcome."

Night came quickly, and as Chloe and Rory were both busy talking and making dinner, Aiden ventured off into the hall.

Rory soon followed and Chloe couldn't stop her bubbling curiosity and move over to the dining table so she could listen in on their conversation.

The 19-year-old's gaze lands on the picture frames against the wall, Aiden smiles as he recognizes the people in the photos. No doubt his family pictures.

Aiden's lip twitches at the sight of one with three girls one it. Chloe, Trixie, and Rory, all smiling as they seem to be enjoying themselves at an amusement park in the city. The Nephilim's blue eyes drift to the next one with a smaller version of Rory, maybe six or seven years old, as she's half smiling with a considerable front tooth missing from her row of small white teeth.

He laughs when he senses Rory by his side. "This is cute. What happened?"

The girl frowns at the memory. "Let's just say I didn't break the ice while playing hockey." But still manages to laugh it out. "My dentist did say I should try golf instead—"

The corner of Aiden's lip raises. "—because you had a hole in one?"

Chloe smirks. One minute the two of them are at each other's throats and then the next those two are actually getting along. She wondered what would happen if Trixie were here.

"Yeah, well..." Rory smiles while glancing from her younger self in the picture to Aiden and back. "I only look so goofy in this cause of the painkillers. Man, I really wish Mom didn't document everything in my life."

If only you knew, honey. Chloe thought. She always made sure every moment was captured and sent to Lucifer.

Aiden sifts his gaze, looking at another picture of an 18-year-old Trixie in a graduation gown. However, the next picture makes the boy's breathing halts and his eyebrows furrow. His heart starts beating faster in alarm as well as the confusion hits him.

A man, who Aiden's never met, has his arms wrapped around behind his mother in a loving embrace. They seem happy. Way too happy to just be called friends.

"Who's this?"

"Relax. He's cool."

As if on que, the front door opens, Chloe of course, forgets everything else and rushes towards the sound. She hugs the man before he has time to take off his pilot hat and jacket.

"You're practically glowing." He complements her with a chuckle when Chloe quickly hugs him back.

"I missed you." She breaths in and lets it out with a rush. "And a lot happened."

"Tell me about, I've been gone five days." Donnie says while offering a bag towards her. The souvenir he got her. "As promised."

He leans in to kiss Chloe but is quickly interrupted by Rory. The two adults turn to the two teenagers watching them.

"Not wanting to be a killjoy or anything, but guys we have a child present." Says the 15-year-old while waving at Aiden who starts arguing about not being a child. "And by child, I mean my baby brother from the future."

Rory smiles widens when she sees the face Aiden makes at her. Almost as if promising her a world trouble. And by trouble—a devious prank in waiting for her.

Chloe thinks of trying to introduce them, but her voice disappears when she already sees her son's hesitant stance. Luckily her lover breaks the ice first.

"Donnie Tarick." The man immediately introduces himself by extending his arm to the boy, who's still staring at him, hands crossed.

It takes a moment for Aiden to make his legs move and to Chloe's relief, greet Donnie as well by grabbing his hand in a firm shake.

"Aiden Morningstar."

The detective exhales. She smiles at them when she sees the men both interacting well enough. But when her gaze lands on their joined hands, she notices the bone crushing grip. "Aiden—"

"Quite the grip you have there, kid." Donnie says through gritted teeth.

Aiden smiles. "I get that from my father." He adds calmly, but the tic in his jaw says otherwise.

Donnie hums in response but doesn't dare say anything else to provoke him.

"Let's eat." Chloe pulls their hands apart before something might snap.

Rory, who's already at the dinner table, and Aiden now following, Chloe glances at Donnie who's rubbing his sore hand.

"I don't think he likes me."

All four of them are sitting at the dining table. Fifteen minutes into eating dinner and all that has been talked about was either how good the food was or how warm the weather still seems.

Chloe stretches her arms across the table where Rory is sitting to grab the wine bottle and pour some for her. "More wine?" She pours some for Donnie next to her.

Poor Donnie who has had all this time a very quiet Aiden in front of him, watching his every move.

Chloe clears her throat again and wakes Rory up from her listening to her music and making the girl pull off her headphones.

Rory's gaze falls to the wine. "You know," she starts, eyeing her mother. "Aiden told me the other day that mature nephilims can't get drunk."

"Did he now?" She smiles, knowing this already, and already guessing the reason where her daughter is going with this.

"By his logic I should at least try getting drunk once before I'm 18."

"No."

"But I only have two and a half years left before I'm sober for the rest of my life, Mom!"

"The answer is still no." She says softly. Maybe letting her do it next year.

"It couldn't hurt." Says Donnie who gets a side eye from Chloe. "What?"

"So, how did you two meet?"

Both the pair are surprised by the sound of the voice when they turn their attention to Aiden who is now lazily picking at his food.

"It's an adorable story." Donnie smirks and Chloe does visibly brighten up at the memory.

She turns to Aiden. "Rory had just turned five when she first ran away from home and..."

"Nope! Not that story!" The girl slaps her headphones on and excuses herself to the living room.

A sigh leaves her lips. It is one of Chloe's most favorite memories after all. But Rory didn't see it that way.

"I'll be honest." Aiden stops picking at his food and leans back, an unimpressed emotion covering his face. "I don't really care."

"Aiden, don't be like that." Chloe tries but suddenly winches at the sound of wood scraping the floor when Aiden pushes himself from the table.

"I'm finished." He says and heads for the kitchen where the backdoor is.

"Aiden, wait!"

Not letting him run off, Chloe leaves to find Aiden luckily still on the porch. Making sure the door is closed before she starts speaking.

"There's so much you don't know."

"I..." He scoffs. "If the matter is anything like what I just found out, I'd rather not know." He leans his weight on the wooden banister. Looking out into the moderate size backyard, where Rory's old swing is slowly moving in the quite wind.

Aiden is from the future, that much is true, but what he knows or doesn't know is obviously up to the future Lucifer and Chloe to decide. But somehow, Chloe still wonders why she didn't tell him about the whole Rory situation. If you can even call it that.

Chloe settles her arms against the banister and sighs. "Maybe that's still a good thing." She mumbles to herself first. "You're not supposed to know everything, just like we're not supposed to know everything." The future is always in a delicate balance.

Aiden's focus is on the horizon, eyebrows drawn. As if he rather be anywhere but here with her.

"Aiden, you have to at least believe me that I would never intentionally do something that would hurt you." Chloe tries to smile at him who still refuses to meet her gaze. "You don't know Donnie but try to get to know him. For me. Please."

"He's a stranger."

"Not to me." Her words sincere as can be.

Finally, the Nephilim turns his body to her. Gone was the crackling warmth from his eyes and replaced by an icy blizzard. Like two sides of a coin. A completely different persona. "Never in a thousand years would I have assumed you'd be the homewrecker." His words cold as winter and deadly serious. "You talk about not wanting to hurt me when all you had to do was tell me this before. Before I had to find out at dinner that I might as well have a stepdad in the making," He half laughs. "And Dad wonders where Rory gets it."

"Aiden—"

"When you said that Dad was in Hell, you could've also mentioned it was because you two were separated—"

"I was trying to—" He cuts her off.

"—and the fact that Rory has never even met him. I don't know what's sadder; my mother who can't seem to tell her story straight or the fact she didn't let her daughter know her own father."

Apparently, her son is also very smart and has already put the missing puzzle pieces together about Rory not ever meeting Lucifer.

But there was too much Aiden didn't understand. Too much about what Chloe and Lucifer went through in the past and all that led them to these decisions. And certainly not right to let Aiden decide on how Chloe should have walked her path.

Chloe's losing the conversation, even when she thinks to soothe him by touching his hand. Cold. It's so cold.

He immediately pulls away like she burns him. Although, feeling hurt by his action, she keeps going. "You're judging a book by its cover."

The boy merely brushes the phrase off, like every time someone mentioned it to him back home. But his next words hit a new icier blow. "I am not Rory, but If I found out that you orchestrated my life in a way so that I would not know my father... I would never forgive you."

Eyes struck by sadness, Chloe's mouth parts. "Aiden."

His wings snap pout. "I'll be at Charlie's." Is all he says before taking off.

She takes a few minutes not to break down and cry about it. Which to her was very easy lately, but nonetheless, she wanted to be strong.

So, she makes herself go back inside.

Happy smiles and laughter quickly find its way towards Chloe as she follows the sound to the living room where Rory and Donnie are now talking on the couch.

"What are you two doing?" She asks, seeing Rory hide a game behind her.

Even though, Chloe tries her best not to show her deflating mood, or whatever is left after Aiden obliterated it, Donnie notices it and turns back to Rory.

"Bedtime, squirt." He ruffles her black hair to try and stop her from pouting. "We'll play the game later, I promise."

"But—" She yawns. "Fine. I was just getting tired anyway." She gets up and heads to her room. "Goodnight!"

When Rory closes her door, Chloe sulks to Donnie, who pulls her onto his lap.

"Bad talk?"

"The worst."

Her fingers roam the side of his neatly trimmed greying hair. Massaging it and making Donnie hum in approval. The way she smiles—reminding Chloe of Lucfier.

"Try again tomorrow?" Donnie tucks a strand of her blond hair back from her face.

"If he doesn't hate me."

"He couldn't hate you. It Rory a while to adjust to me as well, remember?"

"You didn't see his face, Donnie. The things he said." Her eyes growing glossy as she looks in his green eyes. "He hates me."

"No one could ever hate you, Chloe." Donnie speaks softly. "He'll calm down, eventually. He just needs time."

"How do you know?"

"Because I love you, and I couldn't stand being in a fight with you for more than a day." He lifts his face to brush his nose against hers. Making Chloe smile.

The little moment is short-lived when they both hear distant sound coming from Rory's room.

Chloe's head falls to his shoulder, and she groans "She went through the window." Again.

A small bubble of laughter escapes from Donnie's chest when Chloe mumbles about how she's going to nail the damn window shut at this rate.

"I thought you were at Charlie's."

Rory says once she spots Aiden sulking inside the penthouse balcony. Stepping out of the elevator, Rory makes her way past the bar and living space until she reaches him.

Aiden lounges against the glass railing, watching the city. "I was, until he got tired of me, and I flew back here."

Rory nods. "Did you two have a fight?"

Silence. It didn't take a genius to figure out who Rory meant.

"Would you prefer I lie and tell you we didn't?"

"Doesn't matter what I think. Especially since you so vigorously believe in telling the truth like a good boy that you are."

He snorts at the comment.

"Is it because you don't like Donnie?" Of course, Rory is perceptive of the whole situation. But it still begs the question about how much she really understands about the dynamic. And why it hurts Aiden so much to see Chloe and Donnie together.

In the boy's defense, Aiden has always and only; known and seen his mother with his father—Lucifer.

So, to have him react to seeing Chloe be with any other man besides Lucifer is shocking to him. And not to mention the pure confusion as to why his mother would choose to love anyone other than the love of her life is just beyond unbelievable.

One thing was sure: whoever this Donnie Tarick was, Chloe's boyfriend be damned, Aiden was never going to accept him.

"It's okay thought," Rory suddenly pulls Aiden back to the present. "Mom is very openminded and forgiving. Actually. Just like you. And I'm pretty sure you two will work it out."

"Band-aids don't fix bullet holes."

"That bad huh?"

"She did some things; I said some things." Aiden sighs, digging his fingers in his hair as he leans against his hands for support. "Tell me a story." Aiden suddenly says, trying to change the subject.

"Like what?" She laughs at his simplicity.

"Anything. Anything at all."

The girl exhales and leans her arms against the glass like him. After all, why not?

"Once upon a time... there was a little girl. A little girl who came here every night, just so she could wish upon a star and hope it would come true." Rory pauses to see if Aiden is still listening to her. When she sees him patiently watching her without interrupting, she continues. "Cut to years later and she finally stopped wishing for the same damn wish once she realized it wasn't gonna happen. And eventually she stopped coming here as well."

"What was her wish?" He couldn't help but ask.

"...That her daddy would come home so they could be a family again. Pathetic. I know."

There wasn't any need for further explanation on who that little girl was.

"It's not pathetic." Aiden reassures her. "If anything, it's cute and sad."

"I haven't been inside the penthouse in years and yet you were the first person who made me come back up here." Rory admits, "I've forgotten how peaceful it is here."

"Why'd you stop coming?"

"Why does anyone stop doing anything? People do things til there's still meaning in it... or til the love runs out. I used to believe that my father was this perfect being who... but instead all I see is another deadbeat figurehead who didn't want to raise a child." Her heavy gaze moves back to him. "I lost my faith in him years ago."

Aiden pulls himself up to look at Rory with worry. "You can't honestly believe that." He couldn't believe that—is what he wanted to say. I'm sorry—is what he should say.

There was no way that the man Rory was describing to him was the same man that raised him. Not a chance.

"What else is there to believe? It's not like I can just ask him: Hey, Lucifer, why'd you abandon the love of your life who was also pregnant with you child?"

Aiden's eyes narrow. "Rory, have you ever been to Hell before?"

"Still waiting on my invite."

"What?"

"No, of course not. I literally have no idea how to even get there. "

Aiden ponders over her words, forming his own idea instead. And just when he's about to propose a crazy plan, his sister's eyes widen. But not with a positive surprise, but with fear.

"Look out!" She screams.

Then Rory's entire body suddenly slams against him. Pushing Aiden out of the way.

Before he could even comprehend what, she meant, something utterly dark and large snatches up Rory and flies off with her in its grasp.

Aiden, pulling himself up and slamming himself against the railing to get quick glance of the thing that took his sister.

"RORY!"

A/N

Thank you to everyone who has left a review since the last chapter. It means so much to me to be able to read them. And thank you to Fairy Breese. When I recieved your review, you helped me to smile on one of the most saddest and hardest days of my life. If I could, I would hug you. Thank you for giving me the push I needed to keep going. I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter. And yes I still plan to keep writing, cause this story is far from over and deffinitely deserves to tell its story.

Thank you all for still reading.