xlii. forty two
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A WEEK PASSED, Scarlet had spent a lot of time catching up with her assignments. She stayed in her bedroom for days, the air felt off around us and that's what hurt. Something was different, she was different and I couldn't reach her no matter how badly I wanted to. We knew the problem wasn't over, the upcoming weekend we had to return to The Towers and meet The Queen.

Scarlet was going to stay there, soldiers were training to prepare for the next time Satan's little minions decided to show their face. Everyone decided that it was best to leave her alone, so everyone went home including her parents. I had strict instructions to bring her back this weekend, not to let anything distract me.

It was hard because I fucking missed her so much. The first night she got home, she was silent and disociated. She wasn't okay, she confirmed that when she woke up screaming bloody murder covered in sweat. The nightmares don't stop, even when she naps. As for her appearance, it's gotten worse. She's barely ate since she's gotten back, she looks frail and close to death.

I knock on the bedroom door, she's sitting on her laptop. She looks exhausted and dark bags has formed under her eyes. I walk towards her, I set the bottle of blood on the desk and close the laptop. She's been spending all her time on school work, maybe it's a distraction, I'm not for sure. I haven't been able to get much out of her.

"Scarlet, let's shower." I tell her,  pulling the chair out with her in it.  She stands robotically and moves to the bathroom.  She pulls the shirt over her head, revealing the scar that's across her stomach. I walk to her and gently run my fingers over it, remembering seeing her falling over the cliff. I had believed she was dead, that I lost her. I push her sweatpants down her thighs and turn the shower on.

"Bath." She tells me, I listen and turn the shower off and plug the bathtub. The water filling the bottom slowly.

"Okay, baby. We'll give you a bath." I kiss her stomach and she studies me. "Do you want to talk?" I can't help but to want to heal that ugly reminder of her almost dying.

"I miss you." She tells me, stripping until she's fully naked. She steps into the bath and I grab the sponge from the corner of the tub.

"You know I miss you, I'm waiting for you to come back." My voice trembles, pain filling my chest.

She looks at me. "I am back." She softly smiles, oblivious to her state.

"No, you're sick." I run the sponge up and down her back, she closes her eyes.

"I'm fine." She lies.

I kiss her cheek, I began to wash her off, she looks so beautiful despite her being mentally unaware. "I love you very much." I kiss her temple and she blushes. I run the sponge down her neck, she let's her head fall back and she hums in satisfaction.

I haven't fucked her in over a week, I curiously run the sponge over her breasts as I slowly become hard. "Does that feel good?" I ask, my breathing becomes unstable.

She nods and smiles with her eyes closed, I don't know why I'm so turned on. She sits on her calves and I run the sponge down her thighs, slowly bringing them toward her sex. "I-" Her breathing grows heavy as I bring my fingers to her, the sponge floats above the water.

I begin to rub her pussy, she closes her eyes and her breath hitches. She grips my forearm, "Do you want me to stop?" I ask her, she shakes her head silently telling me no. A soft moan escapes her lips as I run my fingers against her. Her nails dig into my forearm and she slowly spreads her legs allowing me make large circles around her clit.

"D-Dawson." She moans, her eyes lock with mine and I slowly lean forward, not knowing how she'll react. Mainly because I feel me initiating this makes me a shit person, she kisses me and moans against my mouth. "I want it." I exhale the breath I've been holding, I remove my hand from her and stand.

I pull my shirt off, she studies me like it's the first time she's seen me. Her eyes grazing my torso and I shove my pants down to my ankles, she raises her hand and reaches, her fingertips grazing over my abs. I take her hand, kissing her palm before she stands. She brings her hand to my face, running it over the faded bruise and runs her fingers through my hair.

"Beautiful." She looks into my eyes and I feel my cock twitch, her body is soaking wet and her hair is dripping, pushed back revealing her face.

I step into the warm water, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I-I.." She struggles as I kiss her neck, her breathing is heavy.

"Use words." I instruct, running my hands over her ass.

"I want you to make love to me." As soon as she says those words, I lift her out of the tub and carry her bridal style to the large messy bed.

I thought a lot during this week, seeing her in this state, it confirmed that she wouldn't hurt me intentionally. She was too in love with me to do those things, shit happens. Let's be honest, this isn't a fucking lifetime movie, it was everything but a lifetime movie. We lived in a place where sex demons existed, vampires, witches, shifters, we all lived among one another. The son of Satan fucked my girlfriend and got under her skin before I could make her mine. He manipulated and deceived her.

I could only hope that I'd have enough time with her until he came back. I didn't know what the motherfucker had planned or anything, all I knew is that I'd die fighting for Scarlet and the way she's looking up at me right now, she'd do the same for me.

I remember the first time I ever met her, I invaded one of her dreams and the fire inside of her made it only worse. I had to have her. Everything from the dinner party, to the fucking cabin, it all led up to this moment. I remembered how she held onto me for life as I flew her across the night sky, how she trusted me even when I had hurt her.

To think I was just some boy who use to fuck around and now I'm fully committed to this person. It makes me feel good, being an angel didn't make me a man, being an incubus didn't make me a man. The only thing that made me into a man was her.

After making love to her. I wanted to talk to her, break down the walls she put around herself. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She pulls me from my thoughts as she lays beneath me.

"Come back to me." I tell her, she studies me in confusion and tilts her head. "You know what I mean." She sighs and nods. "Why have you shut me out?" I ask, my voice breaking. I couldn't stand the distance she had put between us and her right next to me, it scared me.

"I left to protect you. I only ended up hurting you more." She grazes the side of my face, I pull away and lay on my back. I stare at the ceiling and take a breath. "I was.. with him. I did things that if you did to me, it would destroy me." Tears brim her eyes and she looks at me.

"Scarlet, that whole situation was not your fault. You can't help it. You did what you had to do to survive. He either manipulated you or you had to do it." I don't want to get angry, I can't. I turn away from her and I mentally kick myself, me behaving like this will only make it fucking worse.

"Let's just leave that in the past. You're mine, you've always been mine and I'm not letting him do that to you again." I hover over her, stroking the hair out of her face.

"I'm sorry." She kisses me and then studies her hands. "I killed so many people." She says, surprised as she shakes her head.

I can't help but to snicker. "You really liked snapping necks-" She groans, cutting me off as she covers her face.

"Hey," I grab her attention. "Come back." I feel relieved when she nods, biting her lower lip.

"Yes. Anything for you, Dawson."

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