Chapter Twenty-Three

I don't say a word

But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know

There you go, saving me from out of the cold

Fire on fire would normally kill us

But this much desire, together, we're winners

They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners

Chapter Twenty-Three – Dying

Nephele's POV

I stand in awe, totally and utterly fascinated by the sheer power that the Angel in front of me holds. He had his right fist covered in sickly blackened blood, the thick liquid dripping from his knuckles as his fist curled in what I believe is anger, after the gruesome death of the thug who was approaching me.

Lucifer did come.

He made it to me.

I curl my lips inwards as tears rush to my eyes, my body finally succumbing to the pain which was briefly numbed by the iced tips of my fingers.

I wasn't alone, he came to help me.

He came.

An immense amount of pressure is released from my shoulders as I stand a little lower, resting my shoulders and bring my right hand to cover my gunshot wound.

My breathing patterns change almost automatically, and suddenly I feel like crying.

The utter hopelessness that I had, finally dispelling when I see Lucifer ahead of me. The feeling of desperation leaving as everything around me finally makes sense.

I watch as the remaining individuals of the group charge at him but don't even make it within five steps of his body before they fall to the floor and wither in pain. This all occurs with the lifting of a long, elongated finger and the sway of a hand. I watch with mixed emotions as the darkened bodies scream, spasming and seizing, on the cobblestone pathed ground. Their screams were filled with pain, horror and utter torment. Their screams could have penetrated even the soundest of minds, but they soon went away as if they had been ceased. Instead of them screaming now, their mouths held open with no sound, as if they were not given the right to scream.

I could almost see Lucifers smile as he did this to the people, the bad people, but still people. I didn't bother try and hide the fact from my mind. I knew he found vengeance in harming those who had the intent to harm me, which in a sadistic way could be romantic, but I was growing tired. I just wanted to go home.

He was too far away for me to prevent him from doing what he was doing, and who was I one to tell him to stop anyway. It was his domain, and although they are people, Lucifer knew what he was doing. I wasn't one to stop him.

Its not like I could at this moment in time anyway.

I watch as his muscles tense as he looks briefly towards my direction where the bodies of three individuals lay. He avoids my eyes for the brief look, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed and sad that he didn't meet my eyes, but I was too far gone to actually take into consideration the strength of my feelings.

I swallow the lump in my throat and continue to stand where I was, looking at the taunt back of Lucifer, muscles spread and white wings flustered and spread wide. I watched as the pretty feathers simmered in the lantern light, the large wings spreading across the width of the street before receding.

Around me, sirens and what appears to be automated cars fill the street. The blue and red lights, which was somehow funny to me because in my world they still had the same lights, flash brightly in the background. The sirens blare loudly in my ears, even though they were hundreds of metres away, making everything seem insignificant as my head swam with vertigo.

I take a small step towards my angel who stands less than ten metres - too far - away from me. My left thigh and shin were burning with the effort to hold me up, the pain from previous hits making it hard to focus on each upcoming step.

My waist was bleeding again, the twisting move demonstrated on the two individuals who tried to kill me earlier not helping the bullet which was still lodged in my abdomen somewhere. The frozen-ice-trick had worn off as well, the pain slowly returning from the heat deprived area.

My eyebrow was bleeding freely again, red drops of blood falling from my eyelashes as I moved forward with a limp towards Lucifer.

"Luci." I whisper quietly, the pain in my head extensive from the injury done earlier whilst fighting the woman.

Demons and Species of all kind came from the cars that surrounded me, them running past Lucifer and towards the remaining escaping individuals, but I didn't take too much notice of their movements. They avoided me to the best of their degree, the – what I would consider police – running up and around their God to grab the withering men and women in pain on the ground.

The sirens blared consistently in the background, the flashing the typical red and blue lights reflecting of the shining windows causing the scene to be somewhat dramatic. Time was moving at a weird pace, the sounds not exactly consistent with what they should be and movements rather slow compared to what they should've been.

There was a series of gunshots but it was all a blur, the gunshots sounding distant from where I was standing, it really didn't bother me until I felt the pain in my abdomen grow worse.

"Nephele." He turns to me at the mention of his name, although his voice sounded more like a scream than a welcoming. I watched as his eyes darkening when they gaze of my broken body from head to toe before landing on my waist which I was holding tightly. I furrow my eyebrows at his gaze, only to look down to my right hand. I knew the gunshot was bleeding, but it shouldn't be bleeding this much.

I gasp as more pain floods my senses and I realise that the series of gunshots did affect me. I hold my hand against the now two holes that puncture my abdomen, red liquid freely flowing over and between the cracks of my fingers. I watch with wide eyes as the blood amount grows, a pool collecting at my feet.

I choke for air as tears fill my eyes, knowing that I should be in more pain than I am in now. I look back up to Lucifer, as if everything is in slow-motion, and watch as pure fire erupts from the palm of his hands. I watch as that fire flows past me in a ball like shape and hits something behind me. I hear the clatter of metal upon the cobblestone ground but I don't turn to look.

I focus on Lucifer, and solely Lucifer.

I continue to stumble on two legs towards him, wanting to make sure he is real and this isn't a dream in which I have already been beaten in this fight. A dream in which I didn't make it.

Taking one step is far more effort than it was before I was shot again. I hold the wounds, which were coincidently side by side to each other and separated by a few millimetres of skin. The blood begins to flow a lot faster than it did a few seconds ago as I begin to choke for air. The pain in my waist grows strong, so much stronger that it becomes harder to breath, becomes harder to see. I watch ahead nonetheless, knowing Lucifer is ahead.

Before I can move any further, he is running towards me, tan and bare chest shining in the streetlight as I let out a weakening breath.

Within milliseconds his arms are wrapped around me, one of my own lazily over his shoulders as I slump against his chest having no more effort left in me. His hands wound tightly in my hair as I let the tears from my eyes fall against his bare skin, the sheer warmth of him making me think that this wasn't real.

That I was dying.

"You are alright. You are okay." It was rushed, words said in a panic. He was reassuring himself rather than me. "Everything is okay, you are okay."

He was all around me, cocooning me from the harsh world that was around us. He was everything in that moment, I knew nothing else but him. His fragrance, his touch, his warmth.

It was all him.

"Luci, you came, I-I thought you weren't going to come." I whisper breathlessly, so quiet that maybe he didn't even hear. I felt like I was breaking down, about to crumple. I sniffle as I let myself fall greater into the right side of his chest, easing the pressure off my left leg.

I felt weak and pathetic in the moment, but I was just hunted.

"Of course, I came amare. I wouldn't ever leave you like that, you are never leaving my side again." He whispers, his lips softly forming words against my ear.

"They came out of know where and I had to fight them, and they tried to kill me so I had to – "

"Sshh, amara, everything is okay now. No one is going to hurt you again." The soft shushing of his voice makes me sleepy and confused. I raise one of my hands, crusted with dried blood, to his check and gently touch his cheekbone, making sure he was real.

Making sure he was really here.

I feel one of his hands come to be placed on my waist and I flinched away with lightning speed. Except I had no where to flinch to, and I was too weak to move that fast. I slump further into his arms, struggling to stand as his hands appear to glow a bright yellow. Warmth, pure warmth, spreads into my abdomen as I close my eyes

"I-It doesn't make sense, I-I didn't do anything and then Blu wasn't even around and-"I continued blabbering over him with closed eyes and a weak voice. Everything was pouring out as I was in his arms. His wings, the beautiful white feather wings surrounding us, forming a cocoon as I fell even more deeply in his arms.

"It's okay my love. I will sort out everything." I watch as he removes his head from my neck in a brief moment and looks down at my wound on my waist, his hand still glowing a bright yellow. I think I was seeing things, because I didn't think he was able to heal, or anything like that.

I watch the fury return to his eyes as my own eyes become hooded and heavy.

"I got you amare, I have you." It was a vague whisper at this point, my legs feeling heavy and crumpling to the floor as I am lifted by two strong arms.

I am held to his chest, my check pushing itself painfully closer to the only source of warmth I have available, whilst my body freezes over once more.

So as my vision fades and body finally rid itself of all the adrenaline, I had available and used for the past four hours, I dream that this never happened as I fall into my Angels arms.

I fell in and out of consciousness for the rest of the night, and it wasn't until dawn fell upon the land, or the land except the castle apparently.

Dawn fell in the castle's hallways instead of the castle itself.

I groan as my eyes open slowly but fully. Well, one eye opens fully. My left eye has some trouble opening to a reasonable degree and I assume that is because of the first few people I fought yesterday. If it was even yesterday.

I screw my nose up as my right side suddenly becomes extremely painful, making me simultaneously lose my breath due to the severity of the pain. My left leg hurt a little less than it did yesterday, even the nasty cut I received to my thigh not radiating as much pain as the bullet wound did currently.

"Amare stop moving." Lucifer's voice did not surprise me. Firstly, I felt his warmth beside me when I awoke - the warmth one person can radiate is amazingly high - and secondly, I would assume he would be close by.

"D-did you remove the bullets?" I ask straight away, knowing that it is of important for it to be removed properly. I open my right eye fully, leaving my remaining deceased eye to rest, as I peak at Lucifer, who was sitting defensively on the right side of the bed. I was also moved to the right side of the bed, the side closer to the window and further away from the door.

"What do you think my love?" It was almost sarcasm but I didn't mind. By the battering of his foot against the floor and his hands constantly shoving themselves through his tousled hair or coming to rest near me it was clear he was beyond anxious.

"I liked the left side of the bed better." I was trying to remove the topic away from whatever mess I was in. I smile groggily at him, although he doesn't return to look and instead glares at me. It wasn't a personal glare, but more of a like 'I'm Brooding' glare and 'Leave me alone'.

"Well I don't."

Confusing statement, but I knew he meant that he didn't want me over there. I almost role my eyes but stay persistent and don't. Instead I aim to lean against my forearms and push myself up from my position on the bed. I suck in a deep gust of oxygen as I aim to pulling my ripped torso muscles from the bed. When a bullet enters an area with a lot of muscles or organs, some of the muscles and organs are ripped apart, and have to be healed back together. In this case, my organs were fine I assume – otherwise I wouldn't be here – and the muscles were torn apart from the bullet wounds. One was more severe than the other, the second bullet I would assume as it was closer to my body organ cavity. It was a lucky miss I gathered.

Some of the muscles are damaged due to the damage the first bullet had done and the only reason I was able to function yesterday was due to the my freezing my own skin so it was numb. The feeling doesn't last forever though, and I don't even know how I did it.

"I told you it was dangerous, but no, never listen to the concerned mate." He huffs dramatically. I let out a small strangled laugh as he reaches up behind my arms to pull me up onto the headboard of the bed.

"I did call you and I did say you were right." I mumble back with a smile that makes the dimples in my checks pop. He falls silent when I am seated properly against the bored. Instead of replying straight away he lifts up the light weighted t-shirt I was wearing to just below my breasts only to reveal the bullet wound. It was dressed nicely but was in dire need of another dressing as I had started to bleed through the white material that was pressed against the wound.

"Was that before or after you had fought the original van man and the woman in the lane way." It was not a question, more of a rhetorical statement. He was mad, but not at me, entirely anyway which made me feel better about this.

I hum as his fingers graze my tender stomach, my muscles aching from doing some work for the first time in a while, as his gently rips the bandage wrapping from my skin. I hiss in retaliation at the roughness of his movement but I know he was being gentle and I was being a sook.

"I did disable those two before I called you. Assuming they were surprise attacks I am sure I did fairly well." I smile proudly as he gently pulls the final remnants of the bloodied bandage away and replaces it with another one.

Whilst the wound is bare, I inspect it gracefully, noting the stitching being done rather well. It must have been done by an experienced doctor, or someone who knew how to stitch well. I watched with scrutinizing eyes as Lucifer stands and turns around briefly, turning his attention to a small silver rolling table that a doctor who supply bandages and necessary equipment on. He didn't look confused in his acts, but it did take him a second to locate the H-Type and Israeli Bandages which should be used on a wound.

I also take a look at the second wound, the hole seemingly all closed apart from the small pinked area in the middle.

"You can heal now too." I ask quietly.

"To a degree, yes." I hum but don't ask more, too surprised and my head to foggy to ask anything more.

I ended up pointing the Israeli Bandages after I had dressed the wound, which are named after the country in which they were founded in. They are a compressive bandage that is aimed to stop haemorrhaging so I assume I will have that wrapped around my waist to add compression to both the muscles which have been impacts and the wound itself.

(A/N Okay – this is from the internet and you should never trust the internet 100% so please, give me a break and don't blame me if I am not 100% correct. I am sorry in advance, just please KINDLY correct me. I don't mean to use the Bandages in an offensive, Oppressive or harmful manner, they are simply bandaging bandages for this scene.)

"It was a pretty remarkable hit to the woman in the alleyway. And the double kick to the original thug when you were still with Lilith was quite remarkable. I am surprised you could do such moves." I nod my head in thought about it all.

"I didn't think I could either. I mean I used to be able to do those things, my father taught my brother and I 'dangerous' martial arts. We were excelling through them when he died, and I continued for some years under Feyr- I mean Angelina's, parents but I gave it up a few years ago." I pause for a second. "It doesn't make sense though. I know how to fire a gun and disarm people, but I could never do it to the ability I did it to yesterday. Yesterday was different." I look over to lucifer with a strange look. His own eyes reflect my thoughts.

"I believe it has something to do with your connection to Blu and the Ice Powers you seem to possess." It was true, and that was what I was thinking as well.

"I saw you yesterday, in the Security Cameras around the city whilst we were tracking you down initially. I saw what you did." Fear struck the deepest depths of my heart, sheer and utter panic filled by veins as I scrunched the sheets in curled fists.

Was he scared of me?

Did he think I was a monster?

"It wasn't bad amare. I have done far more for lesser of a reason. I was rather impressed." His hand covers my own in a soothing manner. I look up into his eyes with a puzzled look. I swallow the lump in my throat, the fear of him looking at me differently now still there.

"H-how many people did I kill?" I ask quietly, knowing that I would be burdened with the guilt of taking a life for some time. I was never like my brother, I wasn't merciless. His eyes held no sympathy when we fought, no remorse.

"Technically one. The female who ran around the corner. The others I killed as I tracked you down. You move very fast for someone who was severely injured." I smile sadly at him, ignoring the dark undertone to his choice of wording regarding him killing them. "You didn't kill the others; those bullets were not their cause of death my love. Do not fret about their lives when they would've done worse to you." His words were kind and caring, but it didn't fully stop the darker thoughts from reaching my head. The thoughts that told me he was lying and I did kill more than one.

But it was self-defence, right?

"I saw you fight those two Nothi (Bastards) just before I arrived." I cross my brows in confusion. He must have looked through the security footage whilst I was asleep. "That flip was rather impressive amare, I must say." I smile at him cheekily as he tries to distract me from the inevitable thoughts that will drown me later.

"I haven't done that move in a few years." I say with a laugh, keeping it light.

"Do you want to know something?" His voice was innocent but his eyes betrayed him. I nodded my head anyway, intrigued about what he was going to say. He was now resting on the bed next to me. With his height he was looking down at me. He had one leg on the bed, lane out next to mine and the other on the floor due to preferability as there was enough room. His left arm was resting behind my neck on the pillow that was keeping me stable and supported. His eyes were hooded even looking down on me as something mischievous burned in the blue of them. He leans down, his lips coming to just above my ear with a smile attached to his expression.

"It was hot." The words were exotic, whispered so lightly I can't be sure they were real. I sneer at him and raise my hand to lightly bash him in the thigh which happened to be right below my right hand. I gasp lightly at moving my arm, pain lacing the movement for a sharp second.

Within that second, Lucifer's demeanour totally changes. Suddenly the playful puppy is gone and in replacement of the puppy is the scary German Shepard ready to bite someone. I watch with suspicion as he moves his hand along the sides of my body in a way that was not erotic. It wasn't to get a reaction out of me, and more to check where I was hurt. It was a light touch here and there, a warmth spilling from his hands as his hands hovered over my skin in a caring manner. His body was no longer fully next to mine though.

He moved around the room to come to the left side, my favourite side, of the bed. He crawled on his knees to my own legs and checked over the scraps along my shin and the deeper cut on my thigh. I was in a pair of shorts which didn't come any further than mid-thigh so the wounds were accessible.

"I am fine you know." I didn't gain a response from the Devil as he continued to look over my body. It felt weird being cared for in such a manner. I didn't know whether I liked it or it had creeped me out.

"You have a crack in Rib number seven on your right side as well, which is likely leading to more pain associated with the gun wound, the first one. I had healed the Second one after the removal. A small cut to your lip which required four stiches, another cut to your eyebrow which required five stiches. The cut on your thigh must have been done with a knife because that required ten stiches. You also have a beautiful black eye forming. And not to forget the former bullet wound." He seemed to be well informed about injuries. Interesting, especially since he knew the location and known name of the rib numbering system. Looks like a real rib was cracked, but there was nothing that could be done. "You have started the advanced healing process but it will still take some time."

I nod my head and purse my lips in thought.

"Any conclusions on Blu?" I ask aloud. The bird was perched in front of the newly placed fireplace within this room. The fireplace, which stood in between the now two separate window panes that looked onto the City of Darkness, or the city I just came from, which was located in the far distance. The fireplace was pretty and radiated more warmth in the large room. Some aspects of the room had changed since I arrived, but I figure that was Lucifer just adding touches of things that he had thought I would have enjoyed.

Back to the topic of Blu, she was perched on the cushion in front of the fire, the burning red flames contrasting against her blue feathers. She appeared to be sleeping, but I watched her suspiciously as she opened an eye and glared back at me with what seemed to be a smile. I laughed a little, regretting it the instant the laugh left my mouth due to the pain that followed.

I groan slyly and turn my attention back to Lucifer, putting my head on the pillow and eyeing his facial features as he spoke.

"She is definitely linked to you. Apparently whilst you were using your powers earlier, although they were weakened for certain, she was wreaking havoc in the castle." He looks at the bird with some unknown emotion, maybe jealously. I would laugh if it was, and only laugh when I could laugh without dying inside with the pain. "She is exactly like someone else I know." He mumbles under his breath and turns to look at me once more.

"She is not like me." I answer back stubbornly but know we do share some similarities. He ignores me completely with a sly smile.

"Blu appears to boost your ability over the powers, but you can still reach your maximum capacity without her. I have been doing some research privately. I figured the Fire Phoenix would be very similar to the Ice Phoenix, and although the humanoid-bird pair usually bond for life in terms of companionship, one doesn't need the other to be in complete control of one's power. Meaning, you have the ability to control your power on your own will." My eyes light up at that.

"Until now they have only worked on high levels with my emotions and when I am in immediate danger. I haven't done it through willing it to appear." I state back, but the thought that I could will ice was somewhat enticing.

"Just don't go locking me out of my room this time." It was a joke with a serious undertone. I nodded with a smile and looked over to Blu.

"So, there isn't any connection between us?" I ask. It was sad if there wasn't, but Blu and I were friends I think, so it didn't really matter.

"I am yet to determine it. I think there is a connection of some kind, but I don't think it links directly to your powers apart from making it easier for you to channel your power." He pauses briefly, "It is hard to tell. I have never seen this up close before. You are truly unique." He finished with a laugh and I smile at him.

I got to open my mouth but the door to the room opens with a thud, the door knob hitting the walls roughly. Lilith enters gracefully, velvet black hair without a single strand out of place, and clothes immaculate as usual. I smile at her facial expression as she enters the room.

Lucifer instead effectively stands in my way, blocking myself from her view.

"Well someone is in recovery." She laughs as her heels click against the floor. A Fashionable grand entrance as usual.

"Lilith, leave." Lucifer's voice was low, and I knew he was on edge. "This is the second time this has happened under your supervision."

"Firstly, I am not something that needs to be supervised, and secondly, this isn't her fault. What happened?" I turn my question to Lilith and mentally tug on Lucifer's sleeves so he can sit back down near the bed to keep me warm.

"The demon winnowed me through to another realm. I was stuck there until I was able to contact Adam and then winnow to the castle. I tried to let Lucifer know but it turns out he already knew." Something about the way she said it, and something about the way she wasn't there didn't fit right. Why would he winnow her away and then it takes her so long to get back?

"Trust no one Nephele." His voice was satin on my mind, but I understood his meaning. He was suspicious as well.

"Do you trust me?" Stupid question, but I was teasing him.

"Only you amare. Don't fool me though, I can read your mind remember?" I wanted to laugh a loud at his statement but I didn't, it would draw attention to our private conversation.

"Where is Adam?" Changing the subject was smart, drawing attention away from the suspicion at hand. Lucifer does sit back down on the bed, although his back is covering a majority of Lilith from my view as he hides me, as though I need protecting.

I know that I probably did but it didn't help the pride breaking to little pieces.

"You are very dramatic when you want to be." I smile and reach over to Lucifer's back and point my index finger, poking him in the back violently. I see his back tense but he doesn't say anything.

"He is in the Kitchen talking to Thanatos about the problem. They are starting to draw suspects for your Mates wannabe killers." I purse my lips at her words. Under the tip of my finger I feel Lucifer tense up with anger at the latter part of her sentence and move to place my whole hand on his back. Since I couldn't move very far due to my abdomen being restrained, the hand contact had to be enough.

"Tell him I will be out in the office later. I want the Council there as well, no exceptions." It was a command, no loopholes or creases in what he said. Straight out dominating and demanding. I watch as Lilith turns away to walk out of the room with his command, but before she leaves, she turns to meet my eyes briefly.

"Thank you Nephele, I am sorry about the attack. You honestly don't deserve it." I smile at what she has to say, but Lucifers shoulder quickly banishes her eyes from making contact with mine.

In one swift movement, Lucifer turns to face me once more. I roll my eyes and push myself back onto the head board of the bed. I look briefly over at Blu, who sits perched where she has for the past twenty minutes. Except, instead of her acting nonchalant, she was suspiciously eyeing the door, as though Lilith was the bad person.

I don't think she was.

She was too obvious of a person if she was. If you ever read a murder mystery kind of book, you'll know that the most obvious individual is never the killer. They wouldn't make themselves that obvious.

Maybe the most obvious person is the killer sometimes though.

I purse my lips and continue looking at Blu as she turns her head back towards the City in the distance. I wasn't in too much pain anymore – not as much as I was in yesterday. My ribs did throb a little. The first shot wound did also throb unexpectedly sometimes, however my lip didn't hurt and neither did my second shot wound. I suppose Lucifer had healed them, either on purpose of by accident.

"Amare." His mouth whispered breathlessly against my ear. I almost jump in surprise, but refrain to do so due to the pain.

"Yes Luci?" I turn my head to him slightly, my back somehow pressed against his chest as he sits on the left side of the bed facing the direction I am facing. I must have moved slightly it seems.

"You aren't leaving my side again, you understand, that right?" It wasn't a question, a subtle demand at the least. I rolled my eyes, despite how suffocating the question might have appeared.

I hum in agreement, mainly because I don't really want to go anywhere alone in the near future and secondly to shut him up. I squint as his hand strokes up along my own in a calming manner, before his arm comes to wrap around my collar bone. I was trapped in his hold, his arm caging me by the shoulders against his chest. I pursed my lips and turned my head into the hold, leaning against his chest and satisfied with the warmth he provided.

I was going to demand to be set free at some point, I wasn't an object that he could keep sticky-taped to him twenty-four/seven. Besides, I had Lilith to help me escape.

"She won't help you Escape again. Besides I have connections to all the realms Amare, I can track you down."

"Ooh, how scary." I roll my eyes, sarcasm lacing my voice.

"I am serious Nephele."

"And I am also serious, I will stay with you; but you can't expect me to be beside you twenty-four/seven. Firstly, I am a person, not a dog. Secondly, I want to go places and explore, and you are busy all the time." It was true at least.

"We will discuss this when the time comes then." It wasn't a win, but it wasn't a defeat either. It was a compromise, which is something I valued.

"Deal." I smile, lifting my head up to meet his eyes with a small yawn as my lids grew heavily again. Apparently, I was on some sleep inducing drugs to reduce the pain as I was a human, which would make me tired. A soft smile was on his lips, eyes twinkling as he stared down at me. Even though he was holding me against him, it felt as though I wasn't close enough to him.

The stare didn't last a second before his lips descended on my own. It was a passionate filled kiss, the sincerity of the kiss almost making me gasp. My hands come up to hold his arms and eventually the sides of his neck as I gently turned to face him, the pain of doing so not noticeable as I end up in his arms. Although I was directly in his lap, as my left leg didn't permit such movement, I was still entangled with him.

I felt on cloud-nine, the softness of the kiss was caressing my mind, making everything hurt less.

He pulls away gently as he lays me down against the soft sheets of the bed, my head hitting the pillow once more. I maintain my hold on him, moving my hands from his neck to the edges of his shirt. I watch as his calculating eyes watch my own. Although the contact was short, I didn't want him to leave.

Part of me was scared I was dreaming, the other part telling me I was safe. Then the rational part of me was telling me I shouldn't be this attached to the man that they call the Devil, and the not so rational saying I should just give into his and my own desire. I ignore all the relevant parts of their arguments and pull him down next to me.

"Please, don't leave me." I say quietly, pathetically nonetheless. I feel his muscles relax as he softly falls next to my body. I start to close my eyes, not on purpose but automatically as the drugs start to take effect again. I knew I was going to be like this for a few days. I would have energetic burst that would keep me awake but the drugs would set in within the hour and I would fall back asleep.

"Never my love." It was a whisper but as I was closing my eyes, it was comforting to know that his warmth surrounded me with security. It was comforting to know he didn't leave and he was there. It wasn't a dream, and he had come. He had saved me.

He kept me safe.

With the lightest of kisses to my forehead, the soft warmth of his lips making me smile as I somehow pulled myself into the crook of his arms as he watched over me with hawk-like precision.

I smiled as I felt my own warmth in my chest grow a little. I smiled as I knew that someday this may be what I called home, and smiled as I knew that I felt at peace knowing that this is what I might call home.

I felt at peace knowing he was never going to let me go.

"Never."

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