The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"You can push the past to the back of your mind or try your best to forget it, but it will always be with you. Especially when you have scars on your body to prove it. - Aurora Vega "
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Aurora Vega

It was later that night and I was sitting in the bath thinking about what had happened. I didn't know how to feel, at this point, I couldn't feel anything at all.

Don't get me wrong I would have done it again if it meant saving Kai, Vince, and Grayson but I'm still having a hard time processing what just happened.

I killed two people.

I potentially took away a father, husband ,son, or even an uncle and I don't know how to feel about that.

I don't feel anything. Other than emptiness.

When we all got into the car on our way back to the mansion everyone was telling me that they were bad people and I probably saved lives by taking their lives.

The bathwater is burning hot, I felt like it would erase what I did but it won't and I know that.

I feel like crying yet no tears except my eyes, but at the same time, I feel like screaming or punching something.

I took a deep breath and figured it was time for me to get out, it's been almost an hour since I've been in here.

I got out and wrapped a white down around myself, drying myself off before putting on something comfortable. I walked into the room and got into bed.

I tried and tried to sleep but I couldn't. No matter how many times I closed my eyes, memories of the men hitting the floor as blood spilled out of them clouded my head.

I hate this, I hate this so fucking much.

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Kai Costello

After trying to convince Aurora that she wasn't a bad person for what she did I went to my room. The room was pitch black by the time I entered it. I couldn't sleep as usual so I decided to walk downstairs.

I sat on the couch in front of a big tv. Propping my feet up on the coffee table, well opening my laptop I started to look into some of the assignments I have to do.

Before I could get far I heard it. A soft, gentle and it floated through the air like a cloud. I sat the computer down and made my way down the dark hall. As I got closer, the sound was more evident.

It was the piano.

The door was cracked open just a little bit, allowing the slow rhythm of the piano to fill the halls of the house. Like metal to a magnet, I'm drawn to the sound. I take a few more steps till I'm at the end of the hall standing in front of the two big doors to the room with books and a piano. My head cracked its way into the room slowly, my body following.

With my body pressed against the wall, I slid myself into the room making sure not to make a noise. I lean against the walls and admire the room. I have lived in this house for a while now and have maybe walked past this room a few times but really cared to look at it.

The room was gorgeous, probably the most gorgeous room in the house. The ceiling was high, the walls were a light tan color with books that decorated them. Art hanging on the walls, two French doors a few feet to the left. But the main piece of furniture in the room that caught my eye the most was the dark black marble piano that sat to the right of the room just behind the French doors.

The piano that shimmered from the moonlight that came through the big glass windows was gorgeous. But not as gorgeous as the person playing it.

It took me a minute to recognize the person sitting on the piano stool, her foot resting on the pedal, and her small petite hands moving back and forth on the black and white keys. The notes that mixed together to make a beautiful harmony were played gently and mixed with a sad emotion.

It took only a second to recognize the person playing the piano as if they had practiced it for years. Aurora's back was facing me, her dark brunette hair tied up in a messy bun. She was wearing loose fitting clothes, a black hoodie, and a pair of shorts. She was hunched over from the wound she received earlier. When I walked into the room she stopped singing.

Before I had entered her voice was beautiful. It was soft and steady, only singing at parts she thought required her voice.

I don't think she could get any more perfect.

She was rocking gently to the rhythm of the piano notes. The pace of the notes began to slow down till there was complete silence. A second or two passed when she pressed a high key indicating that it was over.

She rested her hands on her lap. I felt as though I was invading her privacy. I was about to sneak out but the next note never came, the next song never played. For a brief couple of seconds, I knew she knew I was there. Instead of just leaving I made my way into the light of the moon stepping slowly closer to her with both of my hands tucked inside my pockets.

"Who would have thought Aurora Vega could play the piano," I said in a teasing tone. She brought her face up to meet my gaze. The expression on her face was blank, the light and sparkle she normally had was gone. She looked back into the distance, not making eye contact with me any longer. "Who would have thought the world's best assassin was this bad at sneaking up on someone."

Her gaze met mine again. She had a small smile on her face. But something about this smile didn't seem right, it wasn't a true smile.

It was forced...

Although I might have only known Aurora for a short while or so I feel as though we just clicked.

She opened up to me and for the first time I opened up to someone. We didn't need to talk or say things anyone would say when someone opens up. We both just understood. The silence was enough to show that we understood.

I hadn't noticed the dried tears on her face that rolled down her cheeks till the moon cast a brief glimpse of her face. She looked defeated, tired... Her face dropped to the piano keyboard, looking at it as if it was going to open up and swallow her.

I came closer to her sliding onto the side of the bench beside her. She didn't look back, she didn't even bother to notice my presence.

But I didn't find her silence in any way offensive.

"Aurora, you don't have to pretend around me. I know the feeling of putting on a smile and laughing with others to mask the pain of how you feel. I know somethings bothering you. I can see it, not only in your body language but your eyes."

I placed my hand on her cheek brushing away the unfallen tears. I noticed the bruise that was on her face. It wasn't big but it wasn't small either. I brushed my fingers down it and she didn't show any sign of emotion. She brought her face back into my gaze staring at me with her full attention. She moved her face from mine and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Every time I close my eyes-" She let out a deep breath. "My thoughts go straight to some of my worst memories."

A small tear she was trying to hold back escaped her eyes. She let out a deep breath relaxing into my arm. I moved a strand of hair out of her face watching as her eyes slowly started to shut. Her body came to a full relaxing state and that was when I knew she was sleeping.

I took a moment to look at her. The way her long natural lashes rested on her face, her small hand holding onto my bicep, the way she twitched in her sleep occasionally.

She was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.