Forgotten past

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As he spoke those three words to me I was speechless.
"I'm sorry I just... all that time apart lena half of me was missing. A dark void I couldn't fill a grey cloud constantly above me. There wasn't a moment I didn't think of you or try to find you. And when I did find you I knew you were alive, yet under a dark spell. It took endless amounts of help and praise to my farther to seek the remedy. But the sharp pain that shattered me knowing when you did wake you wouldn't know me... or us." His tone was the softest I'd ever heard breaking and trembling.

"And you did it... the end times. How?"
"With those idiots help Mutt n Jeff, but don't worry after what they said to you I made sure once their help was uneeded let's just say... they didn't make it out alive."
I cringed at the thought of Michael killing someone, but so many memories were flooding back the satanic church, mead, just so many things.

"A-And the coven?"
"I won't spare the details but they are dead. Cordelia and her little sidekicks escaped before hand, they are my only threat still... I-I'm sorry I know you didn't want me to, but lena Cordelia didn't think twice before erasing you."
I droop my head down to the ground pondering amongst what he had said.

"Michael can I have some time alone."
He looked upset by my asking but he agreed, he took a stand of my hair and said "see you at dinner angel."
He left closing the door behind him.

Ugh my head was still a mess but at least I had clarity. I know now what Michael is to me but the pull at my heart strings knowing my witches were dead was overpowering in fact my whole life of memories was overpowering.

An outcast, a darkness that lies in me. My own coven were willing to suppress me due to my strength it saddened me but Michael was the enabler he embraced me and swam in my power.

It was hard to calculate how I felt about it all especially Michael. Even before I knew our past I felt the pull From Michael instinctively, there was always something beneath the surface.

I say there on my bed still in my silk night gown. I began to trace my hands over the scars along my arms the memories of my sacrifice rushing in. I was Michaels my soul belonged to his farther and I will continue that way my heart was moulded into the shape of Michael and I knew there was no denying that anymore.

I felt my tears spill, it was just all so much the thought of my witches suffering and the thought of Michael thinking I was gone, just pain pain and more pain. I'm ready to love.

I turn the shower on waiting until it turns warm, letting my dress slip off down falling to the floor. I step in allowing the droplets fall on me a flashback hit me. Being carried in Michaels arms with the rain falling on us walking through those woods.

I smile to myself in the shower, just the thought of what Michael and I had done together. I dried myself off and changed into the simplest dress I could find ready to face Michael again.

I make my way down the stairs laying my eyes on Michael and his new golden locks. It was weird seeing him like this but he could never not be handsome. He sat at the table but on my arrival quickly got up to escort me to my seat.

He smiles taking my hand in his.
"How are you feeling?" He asks me as we both sit at the table
"I'm okay, I'm happy to know the truth"
"Lena getting rid of the witches was a necessity, plus they took you from me I just hope you can under-."
I stop him "Michael stop. All that matters now is we're together." His face showed an indescribable amount of happiness and content.

"I felt your energy calling me for a reason lena I know that. I know you are my angel."
All I can do is smile at him.
"And your my antichrist." I wink gaining a chuckle from him.
His eyes fill with lust, something I guess I haven't seen before from him. He stared at me intensely until he leans back in his chair.

"What do you say we pick up where we left off?" He asks his voice deep and seductive.
I take a big gulp, my pulse beginning to rise.
I began to feel strange flutters as I stared at him the urge to wrap my hands in his long hair and embrace him.
"And Where was that you might have to remind me?" I say acting profoundly clueless playing his game.

He stands up with a devilish smirk coming over to me as I peer up at him towering over me. He holds out his hand which I gladly take standing up too.
Once I'm up on my feet he scoops me up throwing my over his shoulder with me helping and hysterically laughing.
"MICHAEL LANGDON LET ME DOWN!" I shout in between laughs as I bang my fists against his back. He finally kicks open his bedroom door and gently placed me on the bed. My laughing coming to a holt.

He stands above me and once again we are staring at each other. Michaels lips slightly curved in a innocent smirk. He kneels down in front of me. He placed his hands on my knees prying them apart slightly so he can kneel in between my legs. I watch him with curiosity. Eventually he's looking up at me kneeling in between my legs.

We don't say a word, he reaches out his hand stroking my cheek with the back of his hand "my angel" He whispers tilting his head sideways and taking me all in.

His other hand grabs my other cheek holding my face tight and bringing it to his face. We inch closer until our lips meet it all felt so familiar now. His warm juicy lips working their magic against mine. Our heads and lips move in sync as the kiss deepens my hands tangled in his hair, Michaels hands holding my waist tight.

BANG BANG a frightened Emma barges through the door even for more frightened by the scene of me and Michael in front of her.
Michael snaps his head round standing up his nostrils flared and his eyes squinting with anger.

"I-i oh I'm so sorry me langdon. There's been a breach someone's here!" She was in a state of worry.
Michael sighed shaking his head.
He turns around taking my hand in his "stay put angel." He whispers as he begins to walk out with Emma.
"Wait let me-."
"No" He dismisses slamming the door shut.