Title Credit:
Red chili peppers- Scar tissue
I woke up to the most heavenly sight.
Oliver stood in our gigantic gilded wall mirror. He had His white silk robe on. His funeral slippers, he was tying it the robe around his waist.
Slowly, tiptoeing behind him I wrapped my arms around him. He Jumped a little.
Kissing from his shoulder up to his jaw.
"Good morning gorgeous."
"Goodmorning, babe." He kissed me.
The doorbell rang, and Oliver's eyes widened.
"I'll get it." As he was walking away I grabbed his butt.
From down stairs. I heard a disgusted scream.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
but it wasn't Oliver.
I quickly tied my robe around me and headed down stairs.
Oliver... took form of a woman. He was gorgeous yes. Very much so.
His caramel hair fell all over his shoulders. He was extremely short.
I could tell it was him.
But in front of him stood Michelle. Angry and screaming at Oliver.
Oliver looked back at me.
"Austin, it's Michelle. "
He was completely calm. He didn't seem to be phased about her attitude and screaming coming at him . I stood at the door.
"Michelle why are you here?"
I asked very curiously.
"Austin, Can we talk." She seemed almost begging. Her eyes were very swollen. And red. Like she was crying.
I was about to say no when Oliver said "Yes. I think we all should talk. We can have tea, talk like adults."
I gulped and Oliver lead her to the living area like she hadn't lived here for six years.
I sat across from her in the other Victorian style love seat. Quietly. Waiting for Oliver.
I didn't even look at her. I just checked the time.
When he came back. (Well, she. But he's a she, just in disguise. )
He had a tray with cookies and a tea pot.
He poured her tea and gave her a cup.
He then crossed his legs and leaned back on me. "So darling, what brings you here?" She didn't even pick up her tea cup. Just starred at the loose leaves at the bottom.
I could see, almost hear the blood boiling under Michelle's skin. It was intriguing.
"Don't call me that." She snapped.
Oliver didn't even flinch. He just smiled.
"I'm here because this is my house. " She said.
Oliver erupted in laughter.
"This isn't your house anymore! You can't just come here and demand the life you gave up. This is our house now, Damn it!" I finally said. She shuttered.
"He's right, Michelle. You should go back to your 47 year old. Married boyfriend. " I'd never seen Oliver become so vicious. He acted very loopy.
How did he know that about her?
Her jaw dropped.
Tears flooded her eyes and Olivers golden eyes, They smoldered into her soul.
Before they could say anything else Michelle left. She slammed the door.
Oliver locked the door behind her, and walked toward me. He transformed back into himself.
"Sorry you had to see me like that. I just can't control when my other side comes out. "
He shrugged.
"You're amazing. "
I sat there. Gazing at him.
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I put on my hiking boots. My jacket and a red knit cap.
Oliver had his knee length leg warmers, his combat boots, green army jacket, and his caramel colored hat.
He had his specimen bone box, ready to collect bones.
I grabbed my hiking bag and we began our small adventure.
He held my hand with his little mittens.
I we got to the rock quarry and he stopped.
He was so amazed at how beautiful it looked.
I kissed his red , freezing nose and held him. Looking at the mountains and the view.
"Everyday with you is a little adventure. Isn't it just crazy we have this in our back yard!" He had deep sincerity in his heart.
I kissed his cheek.
"I know, baby. "
We layed in the crunchy fall leaves. Watching the little animals and the sun setting.
A snap of a branch in the woods put Oliver on edge. He sat up and growled.
He showed his razor sharp teeth. His eyes glowed red.
"Austin. Stay behind me. " I was completely frozen.
A man emerged from the woods. He was tall.
His skin was white.
He had golden hair. His eyes were black.
They were big. He had a silky white cloth around his fit body, almost like a toga.
His voice came out in echoes.
"Oliverius. "
Oliver's voice spat every letter out like venom.
" Michael, why are you here?"
He looked at me and pointed.
" Humana ."
(The human.)
Oliver's nostrils flared
" Quare vos facitis opera eius sunt necessaria?"
(Why do you need him.)
The man's mouth twisted into a sick grin.
" Quare vos facitis opera eius sunt necessaria"
(God says his time is up.)
He charged at me. Oliver moved quicker than air.
He crawled on the giant man
" Da nunc legationem ad Deum."
(Give this message to God.)
snapping his neck right before he turned into black ashey sand.
Oliver fell to the ground. Sweating and panting. I picked up his exhausted body.
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When we got home I sat Oliver in bed. I Sat criss cross in front of him.
"Oliver.. why did he charge at me?"
I asked
He looked to the side and stared outside.
"What if I told you I knew you were going to summon me that day?"
I was completely confused.
"I don't understand. "
I raised my brow.
"I knew that you'd call for me. You see Austin. You're special. So special that God wants to tear you apart. My father knew that I'd need to go to protect you one day. "
I gulped.
"What did I do?"
I whispered.
"Its nothing you did. It's what your grandfather did, " My heart raced and so did my mind.
" He was doing things with life and nature, testing gods boundaries. He was nearly as powerful as God. God is a jealous man. He found this As a threat and killed him off. He vowed to kill off all offspring. He has yet to get his hands on you."
I hadn't known my grandfather did that. I hadn't known that all this time.
"Why hasn't he gotten to me yet? "
Oliver scoffed.
"I mean, you are dating the devils son.
But in all seriousness, I'm protecting you. We're all protecting you."
I squinted my eyes.
"Who is we?"
"My father, my brothers, and my mother. I did a pretty great job of keeping you hidden until you used your little witchy powers on my mother. He must've been keeping a close eye on you. "
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Oliver fell asleep with his arm wrapped around my chest. I sat there in the dark.
I don't want Oliver getting hurt while protecting me. I need to be strong for him.
