Lucifer

10

"Spaghetti or ravioli?" Lucifer growls through clenched teeth. Micky keeps her head forward and blankly watches Pretty Little Liars. "ANSWER!" he roars, slamming his fist on the counter. Micky has to hold back a flinch and whimper to remain emotionless. Shrugging slightly, she rolls her eyes. Neither; she doesn't want his food.

"Starve then." Lucifer slams the pot's lid back on and heads upstairs, his fangs elongating slightly. His heart tightens in anger and as soon as he gets to his room he slams the door with as much force as possible and creates a massive hole is the wall. He bangs the wall again before resting his head, his breaths ragged. "Burn her to hell," he mutters with a sigh.

"Have you ever considered moving?" Micky asks, dusting the glass table and vase next to the couch. "Or cleaning?" She bites her lip after he doesn't respond. She swipes the brush over the glass drawer handle for the millionth time, swallowing at the harsh set of eyes on her.

"Moving away from you?" Lucifer closes his eyes. "Every day." Micky feels a twinge of hurt that piles on from earlier. She's trying to be nice instead of arguing. She feels something close to being heartbroken, but constantly reminds herself that she shouldn't.

"Oh." Micky gulps and drops the tool on the table. "Well, I wouldn't mind that." She pulls her hair from the ponytail and sits on the other end of the couch. Lucifer's anger builds after hearing that; his mate will not leave him. Micky closes her eyes, her lips pulling into a small grimace as her heart flips at the scene earlier.

"Do I mean nothing to you?" she whispers, her hand forming a fist. "I thought that mates were supposed to love and care for each other. We were starting to get along earlier, and then you just went and said that what you feel is just 'instinct'. You don't have to love me, but either let me go or show me that you care, even if it's just a little bit."

"The door's open," Lucifer responds after a few seconds. Micky clenches her jaw and almost cries out.

"For improvement," she shoots back. Lucifer's tired of dealing with Micky, and having her bring up old emotions that he has controlled for so long.

"Weren't you ignoring me?"

"Past tense, babe," she bites back. She realizes that Lucifer shouldn't affect her, so ignoring him is just childish.

"Please make it present tense then, babe." Throwing her head on the back of the couch she raises her middle fingers. How's that for present tense?

"Who wants you dead?" Micky bites her finger nails and Lucifer snorts.

"I can probably narrow down that list to ten pages of people who would actually try to kill me." Rolling her eyes, Micky shifts on the couch and throws her legs on the coffee table.

"I'm being serious! Who would have the courage to send you mocking letters and threaten your mate?" Micky runs a hand through her hair and bangs her left foot on the table. Frustration grips her insides and clenches them together. Lucifer stays quiet for a few minutes, rubbing his temples. Think, he tells himself. He tries to push images of people through his mind, before a picture grabs his attention.

"Your little pack of hunters." Micky tenses and slowly shakes her head. However, the more she thinks about it, the more dread settles in the pit of her stomach.

"You might be right," she chokes out. After a few minutes of Micky blankly staring at the wall, she adds, "Anyone else?"

Lucifer nods. "My previous Alpha, and my not-so-secret fan club." Micky snorts, then claps her hands loudly.