The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 30: Admitting feelings

“Is he really gone?” I whispered to Hunter.

“Yes, he won’t be back.”

The little girl began to wake up behind us. Her fingers twitched first, then her body shifted beneath the sheets, like someone waking from a deep, distant sleep. My heart leapt in my throat. “I’ll get her mom,” I said quickly. I hurried downstairs, my pulse still racing. Her mother was exactly where we’d left her, sitting at the table, her hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles were white. “It’s gone,” I said softly. “The demon, it won’t be coming back.”

The mother’s eyes widened, filling with tears, and she shot to her feet so fast that chair scraped back harshly against the floor. She flew up the stairs and into the bedroom.

The little girl had barely even had a chance to sit up before her mother was crushing her into a hug, the girl giggled and asked, “what are you doing?”

Hunter tried to use the distraction to slip from the room, I noticed him edging towards the door but the mother noticed and grabbed his hand. “Thank you,” she said, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what you are or what you did, an Angel I don’t know? But thank you so much.”

He smiled and gave a nod and quickly left the room, uncomfortable with the kindness.

When we were outside, Hunter turned on me. “What the f***k was that, I warned you not to aggravate him.”

I shook my head and looked to the floor, “I’m sorry, I don’t know, it was weird, like someone was talking through me.”

Hunter frowned at me and sighing muttered, “well, luckily it worked.”

He walked off and I didn’t like him being angry with me, so I caught up to him and slipped my hand into his.

He took my hand but looked down at me and said, “you can hold my hand all you want, but I’m still annoyed with you.”

I kissed his arm and gave him a sheepish smile, making him sigh.

When we got home, we were greeted by Jake, Melissa, Asmodeus, Amon and Sara. I sighed, and walking straight up to Jake, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him so that his face was inches from mine when I snapped, “I told you to stop just turning up in my home, you’re lucky I like you.”

He only grinned in response, and kissed me on the lips. I rolled my eyes and stepped away from him. “What do you want?” I asked.

Sara was the one who answered. “Melissa said there’s a place to drink and dance all night, and it’s full of horny men.”

“You mean pubs and clubs?”

Sara nodded, “yes, can we go to them?”

“It’s a bit early, it’s not even lunchtime yet.”

I wasn’t really in the mood, but the demons got their way and so later that evening we were all out and sat in a club drinking, well, me and Hunter were while the others danced and flirted.

“You can go and dance if you want?” I told Hunter.

“No, I’m good.”

Typical blunt response, I tried not to roll my eyes. “I saw you with Jake and Melissa, you know how to dance and Seemed to know how to have a good time.”

He finally stopped looking out at the crowd and looked at me. “Yes, when I’m not t.orturing, it’s nice to sometimes relax and enjoy myself.”

“Wait, you mean in hell you can drink and party like this?”

Hunter gave a soft laugh, “Mm, well, kind of, there’s usually more naked bodies and s**x involved.”

I raised an eyebrow, “you have s**x during these fun times?” I asked sarcastically.

He smiled at me, knowing I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Sometimes, but like I’m always telling you, I wasn’t created for s**x, so unless someone comes up to me and asks for it, I’m quite content to just drink and dance.”

The song changed to a slower one so that couples danced close together on the dance floor. It was a song called beautiful disaster by Kelly clarkson and as I listened to the lyrics, they resonated with me deeply.

He drowns in his dreams

An exquisite extreme I know

He's as damned as he seems

And more heaven than a heart could hold

And if I try to save him

My whole world could cave in

It just ain't right

It just ain't right

Oh and I don't know

I don't know what he's after

But he's so beautiful

Such a beautiful disaster

And if I could hold on

Through the tears and the laughter

Would it be beautiful

Or just a beautiful disaster

He's magic and myth

As strong as what I believe

A tragedy with

More damage than a soul should see

And do I try to change him

So hard not to blame him

Hold on tight

Hold on tight.

I looked at Hunter and said, “this song reminds me of you so much.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Right, because I’m damned and all?”

I grinned, “exactly, but also the part that says you have more heaven than a heart could hold because you used to literally be in heaven, right? Get it?”

He frowned at me and then smiled and shook his head like I were a child.

When the next song called, ‘all of me’, by John Legend came on, Hunter said, “well this song reminds me of you because you’re crazy for wanting me.”

It was the most deep and real I had ever heard Hunter talk, and I loved it, even if it was just about a song. “That’s so cute, I’m not crazy though, you deserve to be loved Hunter.”

He stared at me when I said that, and heat flooded my face hard when I realized I had basically admitted that I loved him.

“You’re in love with me?” He asked me.

‘Oh c.rap,’ I panicked inside my head, ‘what do I say?’

I didn’t really know what to say, so I shrugged and mumbled, “yes.” There was no point denying it any longer to myself or to him.