Deviance

Chapter 15

I swerve across the road as I am chocking on my sobs. Oh my god! Did I just watch Tiras die?!?
A loud horn honking alerts me that I'm on the wrong side of the road. I yank the steering wheel right to avoid colliding with the car in front of me.
I need to get off the road.
I pull onto the side of the street. I am only a few blocks from the Fallen.
I tighten my hold on the steering wheel so much so that my knuckles turn a sickly shade of white. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen since it seems I have forgotten how to breathe. My entire face is soaked in tears of hysteria and panic.
It can't be... He can't be dead.
I wipe at my eyes, my make-up smudging. I probably look like a raccoon, but I don't give a fuck. The only thing I feel is the forest fire within my chest. My heart is burning, and it feels like there are only going to be ashes left once the flames get extinguished.
I hate myself. How the fuck could I have left him there alone?! I am such a bitch!
I should have stayed. I should have been with him. Realistically, I understand that I wouldn't have been much of an asset during the fight, more like a liability if anything. But I could have been there to hold him. I could have told him that I love him before he took his last breath...
My heart shatters as if it wasn't already in shards on the floor. I never told him I loved him. I never told him how much he means to me. We didn't know each other for that long, but I am certain that if something like soulmates existed, then he is mine.
I will never forgive myself for leaving him, but maybe I can still make this fucking right.
I furiously wipe at my face until my vision isn't blurry with tears anymore. I throw the car into drive and make a very illegal U-turn.
I know how quickly Tiras can heal. He isn't dead. He can't be.
And if God forbid, he is, I'll make sure that motherfucker, Noach, pays for what he has done!
I jump out of the car and leave it idling in front of the club for in case we need a quick escape. I sprint into the bar, getting dirty looks from its customers. But I can't give fewer fucks of what they think. I am on the war path!
I pass a young guy, downing the last of his bear. He looks too young to be drinking, but that isn't what catches my attention.
I am going to need some sort of weapon, so I grab the bottle from his hands once it is finished. I hit it on the edge of the table making everyone in my near vicinity flinch when it breaks.
"What the fuck?!" The guy exclaims as he scoots his chair back, but I pay him no mind.
I push through the VIP doors. I find Tiras on the ground. Noach is towering over him with his back to me.

"I actually pity you, As. You used to be one of our strongest. But that bitch Sarah has you so whipped that you are even willing to sacrifice yourself for some random bitch who happens to look like her. But I have to say that the resemblance is uncanny. You think she is a distant relative or some shit?"
My eyes fall to Tiras' body on the ground. He is laying in a pool of his own blood with three table legs through his chest. But I can see the slight movement of his chest.
He's still breathing! He's still alive!
"Fuck you, Noach!" Tiras' weak voice calls out. My heart breaks.
I have never seen him this weak and vulnerable. I just want to hold him until he heals and is my strong man again. I tiptoe towards the two men, careful to not make a sound to alert them of my presence.
"The only one here who is getting fucked is you, my brother. Fucked over that is... You are willing to die for that whore, yet she bolted the first chance she got. Do you really mean anything to her? Look around. Where is she when you need her the most?"
"I'm right here you cunt!" I scream as I jab the bottle into Noach's neck from behind. I fucking hope I caught his jugular!
I twist the bottle deeper into his neck as he screams in pain. My eyes flicker to Tiras. His eyes are wide with surprise.
I step away from Noach as he falls to his knees. I take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself, but I am starting to panic.
What the fuck do I do now? I didn't think this far ahead...
I shake my head in an attempt to clear it. I need to get my shit together.
My first priority is Tiras, so I rush over to his side. I clasp a hand over my mouth in horror when I see his injuries up close.
"Oh my God... What the hell am I supposed to do?" I stare at the pieces of wood protruding from his chest.
"Calm down, baby." Tiras whispers to me.
"Calm down? You are fucking dying! Don't tell me to calm fucking down!"
He lets out a small chuckle which makes him wince in pain.
"Auburn, you need to get these table legs out of me. It's the only way I will be able to heal."
I'm not a fucking doctor but even I know that you aren't supposed to pull the object out if someone has been impaled. You need to stabilise it and get the person to a hospital asap.
"You'll die if I do that!" I argue with him.
"Baby, please. We don't have time for this. I can't do this myself. I need you. Do you trust me?"
His eyes are pleading with me to follow his commands. Fuck it!
"I trust you. But know that if this kills you, I'll bring you back to life just so that I can kill you myself." He smiles a defeated smile at me.

I place my palm on the surrounding area of the table leg located on his right pectoral to give myself some leverage.
"This is going to hurt like a mother fucker." I warn.
Before he can reply, I yank the table leg free from his flesh. He grunts out a pained noise.
Thank God, I'm not squeamish about blood because the moment the wood is removed his crimson liquid comes bubbling out of the wound.
"Good girl, now the next one," he encourages me through gritted teeth.
I then pull the two remaining pieces of wood from his chest. By the time I am finished, I am crying and shaking like a fucking leaf. I am definitely going to have PTSD after this horrific experience.
"Come here, baby." Tiras beacons me to his side.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. I bury my face in his neck, not wanting to see any more of his blood.
I feel pathetic that he needs to comfort me when he is the one who just had me pull make-shift stakes out of him. The shoe should be on the other foot, but I don't give a fuck. I am just a fucking girl who needs a man to hold her and tell her that everything is going to be okay.
"You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you. Everything is going to be okay," he coos into my ear. As he rubs small circles on my back.
"No, it's not. You're probably going to keel over any second, Tiras." I cry.
And I'm pretty sure that I am ugly crying. You know, the kind with snot and drool everywhere.
Saying out loud that he might die at any instant, snaps me back to my real mission – the reason I turned back in the first place.
I pull away from him just enough so that I can see his gorgeous face. Even pale and smeared with blood, he is still the most handsome I have ever seen. I cup his cheeks with my hands.
"I need you to know this before you die. You have been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't regret the night we first met or any other time that I have spent with you." I stare into his eyes, making sure that he understands every word.
"I lo..." I begin to say but I am cut off.
"Don't finish that sentence, my little deviant." For some reason he seems in even more pain than before. His face is twisted up in agony.
"Is it happening now? Are you dying?" I cry out.
"No, he just doesn't want you to say something you'll take back later."
My head snaps to the side. Noach is sitting on the ground, propped up against a chair. The bloody and broken bottle that I put in his neck is now lying on the floor beside him.
"I don't follow..." I am as confused as fucking hell. What does he mean by something I'll take back later? He doesn't know how I truly feel about Tiras. Fuck, I didn't even know until a few minutes ago! Until I thought I lost him...
"I didn't expect you to." He chuckles lightly, but it is a humourless laugh.

"Take your girl home, Tiras. Tell her the truth or do what ever the fuck you want to. I'll try to talk Eli down, but I can't make any promises."
Noach slowly gets up of the ground and sits down on one of the chairs that they didn't break during their fight.
"Thank you, brother."
Tiras smiles at him as he pulls me into an embrace.
I feel lost and confused but relax once I realise that Noach isn't going to fight us anymore.
Apparently, I know very little about Tiras and his past but one thing I do know for sure – he has a lot of fucking explaining to do when we get back to his room.

A/N

Hello, my little deviants. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for this chapter too long. Don't forget to vote and comment.

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