The Hidden

4

The worst thing you could
do is tame the chaos in you
It's like being told not to feel
when your thrown in a fire
                                     ~r.m. drake

Edited

    The diner was nearly vacuous. Only two people here sitting at the bar. They sat across from one another in the corner booth. Silence and tension filled the air between them. There were men were quietly chatting amongst themselves on the other side of the dinner. Patiently waiting on their food.

The only thing that ran through his mind at this point was why did she try to run? What did she think the outcome was gonna be? He was just about to ask if she trusted him when the waitress came with their meal.
She relentlessly made an attempt to flirt with Angel, from the way she hiked up her short skirt to the extra two buttons that were now unbuttoned. She was trying way to hard. He would conventionally go for it. Take her to the supply closet, fuck her brains out -- literally-- then leave without a single care. He really wanted to but something was restraining him. The only good thing he relished about the female population of humans were that most wanted an expeditious fuck. They swooned over him even the females of his own kind that hadn't found their mate swooned helplessly.

"Is that all sir?" She asked smiling down at him.

He was about to respond when Akira beat him to it. "Yes. If we require anything else we'll ring a bell" he felt scarcely aroused and regaled. A smirk tried to creep up to his face, fortuitously no one noticed it. The waitress openly canvassed Akira, popping her cherry flavored chewing gum then indited her number on a napkin. She slowly bent down, purposely exposing her goods and whispered in Àngel's ear while glaring at Akira.
"Call me, if you wanna see what I can do". The waitress sauntered away with a switch of her hips looked back once and winked but shot a glare towards Akira who was to occupied with examining her meal for spit or any other unknown substance. Àngel took her plate and switched it with his since they both had the exact same thing.

The look on the waitresses face as she watched the pates being switched revealed that there had been something in the food. Angel pushed it aside and shared with Akira. They split the eggs waffles and bacon. Then left without paying only thing that was left was the waitresses number as a tip with a replication read "I don't relish the taste poison with my meals." Designated two ways so that only someone with half a brain could fully comprehend.

Akira waited outside for him, under the impression that he was leaving a small note for the manager or corporate. Not a rude note for Betsy Booze Breath.

Lightning decorated the sky as it poured down raining. Any mundane person or human wouldn't be able to see through this kind of weather, but he did. He drove them through the pour because he wanted to rest for the night. The dark haired beast pulled into an inn which looked decent at least. He retrieved their bags from the car, passing Akira's hers. They had no umbrella so they were soaked, his hair was still in its tie, he was fine. But Akira's hair was sticking to her forehead, her neck, it was a monstrosity.

"Adorable" he mentally conceived, but his emotion didn't show on his face. He locked up his car and headed inside the two bedroom sweet.

"You can take your shower first, get out of that wet clothing." He told her. "Put them inside the plastic trash bag."

With that being said, she got out her pajamas and went to shower. While Àngel got undressed and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stuffed his wet apparel in a bag. His pajamas were sitting on the two sinks outside the bathroom so he can just go in and wash. He went over plans for about twenty minutes then just as he turned on the tv the shower ceased and out came Akira in her tank top and sweats. She froze when she saw him sitting, leg over knee, only a towel. Thank god the towel was bigger than it needed to be. His abs were on full display, she quickly shook off the chills and kept going to her bed.

Akira wouldn't be getting any slumber tonight. She knew that for sure, she was profoundly scared of thunderstorms. She's so trepidacious to the point where she would be in a corner crying and rocking herself to sleep. She curled up under the covers trying to heedfully listen to the soothing sound of the rain hitting the pavement and tar. Then she would flinch every time lighting and thunder stuck. She'd sometimes forget how to breathe but when she realizes where she's at she feels less afraid. Except this wasn't her house. They were four hours away from Pineville.

The water suddenly cut off and out came Àngel in his pajamas which only consisted of grey sweatpants. They blanket was covering her entire body but she peeked through the aperture she made. He laid comfortably in his bed. She was sufficiently certain they both was dozing off. Then thunder came and she jumped. It seemed as though Àngel didn't hear her but he very much did. Every sound of thunder that came she flinch harder and harder. Soon enough tears when streaming down down her face and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. Like her life was being taken from her. When Àngel saw this, saw her gasping for air hiding under a comforter, he sat up from his tired state. He saw her sit up in her bed scratching at her throat.

"Akira?" He asked "Hey kid come on, quit it. You won't trick me again" He nonchalantly examined her, then realized she wasn't joking. He shot up and got to her side. "AKIRA?!" He yelled at her. Like that was gonna solve anything. "AKIRA BREATHE! GOD DAMMIT BREATH!" But as much as she wanted to she could not. It was like a hand was wrapped around her throat. Tightly. However, Angel never stop telling her to fucking breath. HE realized yelling wasn't gonna help. So he calmly spoke in her ear "In and out come on. Akira. Don't do this. Don't le--" He stopped himself

He only knew one way to calm down a mate and if she was his mate this would work. He held her close to his body. Forced her to face him, they stared deeply into each others eyes. They both saw midnight in the summer. "So many stars" Akira thought.
"It's so beautiful" Angel thought. His forehead was pressed against hers. Their lips an inch apart. He could kiss her. If he wanted to. But he wasn't ready for those consequences. He pulled away.

She was still trembling but her breathing had decelerated to its mundane rate. "I'm sleeping here tonight." He said. Leaving no rom for discussion. He laid down with her in his arms and Akira buried her face in his shoulder. She was still hiccuping but she wasn't on the verge of dying anymore. His arm behind his head, he rested on it. Staring at the ceiling.

Eventually Akira had fell asleep. "I don't want you. I don't need you." He spoke "I don't require anyone." The only family Àngel had left was his younger sister Azara. Who was at the kingdom where she was needed. She was war like. She fought with the men against others.

Reason why.

There's a war going on. Ashanti had betrayed her people and made people become known to...them. Now the regime visually perceived them as a threat in lieu of regulars because of the people's opinions. Ashanti was the sister of Raine their former queen. At the moment they were without a Queen and King due to their unfortunate deaths.The regime system makes the decisions until an heir is found suitable. The King and Queen were murdered a year after their marriage and formal introduction into the kingdom. It is expressed that they had a child and that child would preserve them all.

Ashanti was always jealous of her sister, so jealous that she committed manslaughter to a group of tourist from the human world and blamed it on the King and Queen. Saying it was the given orders. That is when the humans commenced killing them off and Ashanti told the regime all their obnubilated facilities except the very consequential ones.