In Your Arms.

Chapter 4

Amy POV:
I've been trapped in this ridiculous hotel room for four days with barely any company. Angel face over there is barely here, she keeps saying that she has 'business' to take care off. She promised to help me get revenge yet she hasn't spoken a word to me since her little show in the car.

Like what even was that! Did she know I was gay? Well apparently she's a bloody angel so yeah, she probably does.

Sitting there twiddling my thumbs I can't help but go into a day dream, the way she smelled like a summers day, with vanilla icecream and everything wonderful. God she was beautiful, the way her breath fanned my cheek makes me blush just thinking about--

"Hello? Amy?" Hearing her voice I jump out of my seat and land onto the floor; my hand grasping my heart.

"Jesus women, you can't just beak up on people like that, I could of... Stabbed you or something" my reply left a genuine mark of confusion on hers, like here was something I was missing.

"I didn't sneak... I'd been calling you name for about 3 minutes and 37 seconds but you didn't seem to register me."
Oh believe me, I was registering her.
"w-what?" Stuttering out I quickly try to change the topic before I make myself flustered. "Where have you been anyway? I've been crammed in this hotel room whilst you've been off doing God kno--"

Cutting me off, her voice chimed "I was getting us an invitation to a masquerade ball which is being hosted by the people I believe that ordered you families slaughter."

With that shutting me up my eyes drop to the floor, tears burn my eyes once more. I
can't do it, I can't cry anymore, it hurts so much to cry and kills me if I don't. I'm trapped in this endless cycle of pain and I need it just to stop. Feeling two fingers rest under my chin and tilt my head up I allow my eyes to follow and eventhough her touch was electrifying I suddenly didn't have the energy to do anything but stare at her pathetically with tears running down my cheeks.

"Now now, tears aren't going to help... I can assure you, as an angel, that your family are in their own personal heaven together up there. Being here, is probably more painful, if anything you shouldn't feel sad that they've gone, feel sad for being here, left with this unexplainable grief. I can speak from experiance that the only way you're going to feel better is if you do something about it and put them at rest in your mind" her voice was calming, I hadn't noticed that I'd stopped crying half way through and I was just staring into her piercing, deep blue eyes. Blinking a few times I could see shock on her features. Asthough she said more than shed expected to, or maybe said something about herself she hadn't expected to. However, what she said was exactly what I needed to hear.

Sniffing I smiles softly and she suddenly broke all contact and straightened up. I would never admit that that left me feeling even more empty. No that would stay my little secret.
"There's some dresses and masks in the wardrobe, I just guessed your size. Choose what to wear. You have until 8:00pm, until I come and get you, to get ready, the ball is tonight."
And with those final words she was gone again, as fast as she appeared she disappeared. Sighing to myself I got up and moved toward the wardrobe.

Arinesa's POV:

How could I have gotten so close to her? I'm not here to take care of her, I'm here for the mission I shouldn't feel the need to comfort her when she cries or calm her down. I'm just her partner in this mission, that's it. I mean come on she practically had a heart attack at the sight of me killing someone, she does realise this mission will involve death?

Also, what in the name on the Angels compelled me to tell her I had been through something similar. I do not speak to people like that. That isn't me, I don't do that. Usually, I would of just walked away and left her to cry but some part of me wouldn't let me leave and made me comfort her. I just couldn't stand her crying about them anymore, their dead, you need to move on.

I will never understand why humans are nearly incapable of truly moving on, letting people go or taking ages to get over that mountain that is death. Yes, I have felt loss, but I carried on because there was no reason on clinging onto them because no matter how much I cried, or how much I screamed nothing would of brought them back. So I can't understand why humans don't see it the same way. Humans both intrigue me and scare me at the same time. Their completely irrational when it comes to loosing someone they loved. What scares me about Amelia is the lengths, I can see in her eyes, she will go to get retribution - justice for the slaughter of her family.

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AN;
Sorry that Arinesa's POV is so short, I'm working on how I want to write her character this time. And she's developing see?
I will after I've finished the whole thing, go through and edit through Spelling, punctuation and grammar errors, but until then just stick with me okay?
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