Lucifer

04

He says nothing. Micky stare at Lucifer anxiously, twiddling my thumbs. "Did you hear me?" The cautiousness in her voice is noticed by a slight tremble which wouldn't have been noticeable unless you were staring at her intently like Lucifer is. A small nod is all Micky gets. No response. Her frustration builds. "Will you answer?"

"I don't answer stupid questions," Lucifer snorts, "or stupid people." Micky's jaw clenches as she start to sit up, crying out between clenched teeth. She looks at the gun on the counter across the room.

"Well you should, before I make a stupid decision." Micky cowers back into the bed as Lucifer roars. All her confidence leaves her and Micky decides to keep her mouth shut.

"First you ask to leave me, then you threaten me. I have given you a home, mate; you're lucky I haven't killed you." Lucifer's nostrils flare and his body shakes. Meanwhile, Micky stares up at him with wide eyes. She curses her horrible temper, because now it has put her in danger. Micky decides not to sass, or test, her mate anymore.

"Okay," she squeaks. Lucifer's eyes light up in amusement.

"Okay?" He watches her shift uncomfortably. Lucifer scoots closer to Micky. As he draws closer, a small pit of distress fills him. "I have not lied to you." He wonders if she will believe him. He doesn't care, he thinks to himself. Why would he? His wolf needs this human girl, not him. The emotions are his wolf instincts. It's not him, he thinks. It will never be him.

Micky lies back down and pushes her head to face the window. She closes her eyes as the bright light smacks her. Fear fills her body and she wonders if this will be the last time she sees the sunlight. "Please move away from me," Micky whispers. His breath hits her neck in a spot that makes her shiver.

"And if I don't, assassin?" The nickname hits Micky hard while Lucifer just stares at the goosebumps arising on his mate's neck. Anger fills him and he's sure his words are filled with distaste.

"Then I'll move." Micky holds onto her words, promising herself she'll move herself. Then she adds, "Alpha rogue." A growl sounds through the room. Micky doesn't move but once again curses herself for not biting her tongue.

"That is not my name, assassin."

"Neither is what you call me. It only seems fair." Her voice drops off into a hushed whisper during the second sentence. Lucifer' eyes narrow and his hatred flares.

"Nothing in this world is fair," he growls while standing up. "Especially being stuck with you." Lucifer doesn't return to Micky until the next day.

Micky watches as Lucifer walks in with a plate full of steaming food. Her stomach rumbles as it gets closer. Lucifer sits down and hands her an apple, smirking at her shocked expression. He picks up a fork and digs into the plate of food.

"If you don't feed me I'll die." Lucifer pauses his eating then shrugs, continuing to eat. He can feel his eyes darkening a little at the thought of his mate's lifeless body. Lucifer just chokes down the food, eating to fill the nervousness.

"That sounds like a you problem," he tells Micky with boredom. Micky's anger builds and she grips the apple harder. Lucifer's emotionless eyes stare at her while his hand moves to continue eating. They stare at each other until Micky drops her gaze with a sigh.

"I hate you." Lucifer's heart clenches but keeps a stoic expression, not willing to give up any feelings. They died the night his scars appeared; he died that night also.

"I know." He gets up to wash his now empty dish. Micky catches on; he always runs from his feelings. Maybe he's as fragile and scared as she is.

Micky lies in bed for the next few days, but never once gets up. Everyday her eyes wander to the gun, but she decides that the only person she could harm with it is herself. She deserves it. She knows she does.

However, when Micky can finally walk about the house a week later, Micky finds herself missing the comfort that the squeaky bed would provide. She ends up sleeping to an unhealthy point and missing out on meals. However, Micky sometimes wakes up as Lucifer goes hunting and eats. She is managing, Micky thinks to herself. Even she knows it's a lie.

The harsh marks of starvation show up vividly throughout her body. The skin sticks to Micky's bones like glue and her hair has started to thin. She loses more hair in the shower now, but she loves watching the blue dance through the tub and swirl until it finally leaves. It relates to her, Micky always tells herself. She's right by the drain; so close to being gone and forgotten, but something holds her from escaping. Lucifer.

Micky hates him. She hates how bipolar, uncaring, and selfish he is. Keeping a suicidal girl to wander alone in her thoughts is dangerous. She hates him. She hates herself.

Micky decides to do it. She wants to escape, and see her family one last time before she leaves the world. Her hands wrap around the gun and she tip-toes down the stairs, hissing every once in a while as pain shoots through her body. Ironic. That's not the only thing that's going to shoot through somebody, Micky thinks. Even in serious situations Micky tries to find some way to escape reality. It's what she's best at.

The last step of the staircase squeaks and Micky freezes as Lucifer turns around. She curses herself while Lucifer raises his eyebrows. Micky steps back as Lucifer steps forward. His eyes dart to the gun and amusement fills him. He thinks it's funny that this little girl might try to harm him. He's the alpha rogue; invincible.

"Any reason you are holding my favorite gun?" Lucifer asks with a small smirk, watching Micky's eyes widen. Her head shakes rapidly and she decides that maybe trying to escape was a bad idea. The loss of her previous confidence makes Lucifer laugh. "What? No words to say now?" He clicks his tongue, biting his cheek to hold in a laugh. "Or did you just plan to shoot? To take the easy way out."

His words hit Micky hard and she swallows. Her chin rises so she looks Lucifer right in the eyes. "When do I not take the easy way out?" Her broken voice hits something in Lucifer but he just shrugs. She lowers her gaze and raises the gun shakily. "You're a monster," she whispers. Her tears filled eyes once again land on his stone cold ones. "But so am I." She squeezes the trigger.

Here it is! This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has supported me through this story and continues to read/vote, however this one chapter is dedicated to Clarksern for encouraging me to finish this chapter today. Thank you so much! :)

Anyways, hope all of you had an amazing weekend. Keep your chin held high, gorgeous! Love, Sierra