Chapter Seven
I fidgeted on the bench, staring at the trees. I hadn't walked in the cabin yet, darkness shrouding everything. I checked my phone.
12:35. . .
They had been gone for a LONG time. . .My heart was pounding. What if they had. . .died?!
I bolted up, sprinting out into the forest and scanning the sky. There was nothing up there, no noise except for crickets and running water. A twig snapped under my foot.
"Where the Hell is it?" a voice snapped.
"I have no freaking idea."
"She led you here, didn't she?"
". . .It was dark! I followed her directions!"
Gabriel and Zen arguing was one of the most beautiful sounds. I was relieved they were okay.
"Guys! Guys, over here!" I whispered sharply. "Anastasia?" I heard Gabriel asked. "Yeah, over here." I said, ducking under branches and jumping over logs. Gabriel had Zen's arm around his neck, supporting him. Zen was panting, looking a little worse for wear, blood leaking from his side like a faucet. I ran over to Zen's other side, pushing myself against his side and helping stand straight.
When I looked up at him, I expected something. . .demonic. Something like red eyes and fangs. Instead, I saw him smiling down at me like he had wanted to see me for years, his eyes lit. The face of an Angel, not a Demon.
We made our way to the cabin, and I dropping Zen's arm. "Wait here. It's locked." I whispered, though no one could hear us.
I snaked over to the window, taking a metal slate that was nestled under the frame. I pushed it up, opening the window. I slide in, then unlocked the door from the inside. Sometimes it rocked to be a scrawny little thing.
I opened the door and gestured for them to come in. "Down the hall there's two big rooms. You can have those. I'll sleep here on the couch. No way I'm going home. Right by your rooms, there's another door, and it goes to the bathroom. If you look to the left of the mirror, there's a cabinet with bandages and disinfectants and all." I instructed, ushering them away.
My adrenaline died, and I collapsed, my knees buckling. Hyperventilating, I stared at my hands, planted firmly on the ground.
This couldn't be happening.
Angels and Demons? Divine Punishment and whatever? No. Impossible. Not right. Far from normal.
"Anastasia? What's wrong? Hey, are you okay?" Gabriel asked, coming back into the room. He was covered in blood. I looked weakly up at him, smiling. "Just fine. Just. . .tired." I managed. He walked over, frowning, and picked me up like a bride. "Relax." he said, feelingmy heart skip four beats or somethin'.
He put me down on the couch, saying, "I'll sleep here. You need a bed." I was too freaked out to protest, so I agreed. He left the room for a split second, and there was this squishing sound, then he came back in, covered in even MORE blood. Jeezums.
Again, he picked me up. I noticed that he was tense, but extremely gentle, as if I were a delicate flower he was afraid of breaking.
Gag. Did that really just come out of my mouth? "Delicate flower"? Son of a batch of cookies.
He laid me down in the bed, pulling the covers up to my nose, smiling down at me. "Thanks to you, we were saved. I don't know how we can repay you." he said, kneeling by my bed. He did this adorable thing. With both hands placed on the side ofthe bed, he rested his chin on the bed, his hands covering up to his mouth. He looked up at me with puppy-ish eyes. I nearly fainted away.
I fidgeted on the bench, staring at the trees. I hadn't walked in the cabin yet, darkness shrouding everything. I checked my phone.
12:35. . .
They had been gone for a LONG time. . .My heart was pounding. What if they had. . .died?!
I bolted up, sprinting out into the forest and scanning the sky. There was nothing up there, no noise except for crickets and running water. A twig snapped under my foot.
"Where the Hell is it?" a voice snapped.
"I have no freaking idea."
"She led you here, didn't she?"
". . .It was dark! I followed her directions!"
Gabriel and Zen arguing was one of the most beautiful sounds. I was relieved they were okay.
"Guys! Guys, over here!" I whispered sharply. "Anastasia?" I heard Gabriel asked. "Yeah, over here." I said, ducking under branches and jumping over logs. Gabriel had Zen's arm around his neck, supporting him. Zen was panting, looking a little worse for wear, blood leaking from his side like a faucet. I ran over to Zen's other side, pushing myself against his side and helping stand straight.
When I looked up at him, I expected something. . .demonic. Something like red eyes and fangs. Instead, I saw him smiling down at me like he had wanted to see me for years, his eyes lit. The face of an Angel, not a Demon.
We made our way to the cabin, and I dropping Zen's arm. "Wait here. It's locked." I whispered, though no one could hear us.
I snaked over to the window, taking a metal slate that was nestled under the frame. I pushed it up, opening the window. I slide in, then unlocked the door from the inside. Sometimes it rocked to be a scrawny little thing.
I opened the door and gestured for them to come in. "Down the hall there's two big rooms. You can have those. I'll sleep here on the couch. No way I'm going home. Right by your rooms, there's another door, and it goes to the bathroom. If you look to the left of the mirror, there's a cabinet with bandages and disinfectants and all." I instructed, ushering them away.
My adrenaline died, and I collapsed, my knees buckling. Hyperventilating, I stared at my hands, planted firmly on the ground.
This couldn't be happening.
Angels and Demons? Divine Punishment and whatever? No. Impossible. Not right. Far from normal.
"Anastasia? What's wrong? Hey, are you okay?" Gabriel asked, coming back into the room. He was covered in blood. I looked weakly up at him, smiling. "Just fine. Just. . .tired." I managed. He walked over, frowning, and picked me up like a bride. "Relax." he said, feelingmy heart skip four beats or somethin'.
He put me down on the couch, saying, "I'll sleep here. You need a bed." I was too freaked out to protest, so I agreed. He left the room for a split second, and there was this squishing sound, then he came back in, covered in even MORE blood. Jeezums.
Again, he picked me up. I noticed that he was tense, but extremely gentle, as if I were a delicate flower he was afraid of breaking.
Gag. Did that really just come out of my mouth? "Delicate flower"? Son of a batch of cookies.
He laid me down in the bed, pulling the covers up to my nose, smiling down at me. "Thanks to you, we were saved. I don't know how we can repay you." he said, kneeling by my bed. He did this adorable thing. With both hands placed on the side ofthe bed, he rested his chin on the bed, his hands covering up to his mouth. He looked up at me with puppy-ish eyes. I nearly fainted away.
As soon as the door closed, I noticed how badly I was trembling. Held by an Angel. Touched by a Demon. They knew I knew. And if they decided I couldn't live? Or say if Alexandra decided that I shouldn't know about them or her, would she kill me?
I was too deeply involved.
~Zen's Point of View~
I was having a hard time remembering where I was. I had to keep reminding myself Anastasia had saved both of us, me and Real.
I looked down at my side. Bleeding and newly bandaged. I had lost quite a bit of blood. If a cross is applied to a Demon, nothing would happen. If applied to an open wound, it would burn a little, but nothing else would happen.
So, imagine a Demon. Imagine more than three-fourths of his life was taken, in other words, "Essence". Now imagine that Demon hasn't eaten anyone (blood and flesh sustains Demons) in over ten years.
Yeah, that's me. Stab me with a stick and I'd bleed. I'm pathetic.
My door creaked open. I propped myself up on my elbow, blinking hazily. Anastasia had her back to me, closing the door softly. "What are you doing?" I asked.
She jumped. "N-Nothing much," Anastasia replied nonchalantly, turning to face me. My heart leaped into my throat. She was wearing a shirt of Gabriel's, much too big for her. Might I add that was ALL she was wearing. She had nice legs.
Once I got past my raging hormones, I noticed she looked terrified. "What's wrong? Come over here. You look like Hell." I said. "Thanks. I was striving for 'Purgatory', but Hell is okay too." she said sarcastically. I smiled, making her face flush. "Come here." I echoed.
She did, looking like she was about to cry. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked softly, worried I'd break her with a single word or touch. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I'm. . .kind of scared." she whispered. There was a pain in my chest. "My poor love." I cooed, tugging her arm so she fell onto the bed with me. "Of course you can. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." I whispered back. I repeated "I'm sorry" at least ten times, whispering it senselessly into her ear. My shirt felt wet, and I realized she was crying. I hugged her close, and she gripped the back of my shirt.
My poor love. . .
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