The Creatures: Morality {B-Team Sequel}

Chapter 7: Lost It All

The castle of ice had never felt so cold before now. It was empty, and without Iris to tease him, Immortal only had one thing left to temp and call his name in the dead of night; a bottle of vodka. He was blinded by his anger to admit he missed his angel, so he threw open the bedroom door and walked for the kitchen. The wind whistled in the loneliness while he rummaged through the cabinets, but they had been run dry of poison. Immortal fell back against the counter and sighed in frustration. He closed his eyes as he slid down to the ground.

Finally, the silence hit his heart like a wooden stake. "God, you're such an idiot, Aleks!" He whispered to himself.

"You're not an idiot," A voice replied. "She wasn't worth it."

He raised his head and in an instant grabbed the speaker by the throat. Immortal pinned Tiffany against the cupboard as a gleam of anger rolled over his eyes. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you?" He snapped through gritted teeth.

A sly smile spread across her wretched lips. "You wouldn't kill me. You're too scared too, because it's these murderous hands that scared Iris away."

Immortal sighed as he let go of her. "I don't even want to hear her name, let alone from your mouth."

"Why do you still care? She left you in the cold, and yet you still want her. Talk about pathetic." She mocked. Tiffany crossed her arms and studied Immortal up and down. He was out of love and vodka; a terrifyingly depressing mix for the so called hero.

"Fine." He huffed as he ran his hands through his hair. "I'm a pathetic mess. I can't land a good woman, and they all use me until I'm numb to the bone. Yeah, I know I'm a loser, Tiffany, but there's still no good reason for you to be here."

She rolled her eyes. "I never said you were a loser. Think that way if you want, just don't go saying I put those words in your mouth. It's not your fault that she put you under a spell. She is a witch, after all."

"Don't speak that way about her!" He retaliated. "She loved me. No matter what the fuck you say, she did actually love me."

"You're still going to think that, huh? Alright, say she did love you. Her love didn't just walk out the door, it was stolen. You can either sit here and sulk, or we can teach the thief a lesson or two." She extended her hand to him. Immortal looked up at her with his glassy eyes and let them drift along her features as he thought. Tiffany was right, he was made a fool of, his love was abused, and it was all to fault of one person. One person that made Iris believe their love was tainted, and one person that sold the angel right from his grasp. That one person offered her a false sense of security. She may rest her head under his wing, but she doesn't understand what Tiffany was trying to make Immortal see; the veins of those feathers are poisonous, in his eyes.

The following morning, the quiet that rested in the HQ last night suddenly became demolished. It was no longer a calm night, and the normal staff was back for another day of work. As talking filled the hallways, Seamus woke with an angel resting again his chest. He smiled at Iris' sleeping face that was even silkier than the sheets they laid in. After pushing a stand of hair out of her face, he kissed her forehead.

Iris whimpered as she nestled in closer. "What time is it?"

Seamus glanced back at the clock on the side table. "Eleven. I need to get some work done, so you just rest. I just didn't want you to be surprised if you woke up alone." He kissed her head once more before sitting up. "Get some good rest, beautiful. I want to take you out tonight, okay?"

She smiled with her eyes still closed. "Okay." He silently returned the smile while he pulled on clothes, making sure to be as quiet as possible. Then Iris barely peaked her eyes open to watch him head for the door. "And Seamus?"