Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 44 | Clockwork

A/N: If I'm not mistaken, this is the longest finale I've ever written. As always with final chapters, I ask that you spam the fuck out of the comments. Thank you guys for all your support on this story. It was pretty dark, but I hope to do more stories with heavier tones like this and Black River. 

Question: In this chapter and a previous one, there's a mention of Felix's backstory. Would you guys be interested in me doing a spin-off based on him? There would be a lot of OCs and not as much action from MIW characters. I've always wanted to do a story that was a little more original with a lot of OCs, but I'm worried people won't want to read it. So, let me know? 

Again, thank you guys for all your support on this story <3 I hope you enjoy the final chapter of Crow. 

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          Chris slowly dragged his hands down my wings as he stood behind me. He drew in a soft breath and kissed below my ear, "You look absolutely stunning. Breathtaking."

          "Look who's talking." I purred. Turning around in his arms, I kissed his cheek. "God, you look sexy in a tux."

          His intoxicating laugh followed. Fuck, if only we had the time to mess around. Unfortunately we had to attend this political gala. Hence the reason I kissed his cheek and not his lips, because I didn't want to mess up his black lipstick. It made his lips look like velvet. I'll be honest, it was hard to resist not fucking him up.

          "Stay close to me, tonight, okay? I don't want you to seem kept or anything like that, because you are your own person, but I want everyone else to get the message that you're mine." He spoke viciously.

          "You don't think your venom in my blood would tip them off? Creatures can always smell it the second I walk in the room. They always stare." I replied.

          "My angel," He sighed softly, "They stare because you have massive wings. I've never seen an angel, let alone a crow, with wings like yours. No wonder why you used to model."

          "That was a lifetime ago. I'm not a model anymore. I'm not hot shot trauma surgeon anymore. I'm just your husband and a simple little resident at a clinic in a small town in a place far away from all their hate... But we're about to put ourselves right back in it, for the sake of who we left behind."

          "We can't focus on our future without mending our past. Leaving Hell when it was in such a political upset was wrong of me. I abandon my kind when they needed me the most." He hooked his finger under my chin to raise my head, "And unfortunately, in becoming mine, my demons are after you, too."

          "I wouldn't change how things happened. I love you," I grasped his hand tightly, "And love means jumping in the fire together."

          There was a knock at the door. We both turned our heads towards it. A second later Ghost gently opened it, peaking in. He smiled gently, "You two look perfect. Ready to go?"

          "Yeah," Chris said, "We're coming."

          Obviously, Ghost looked absolutely stunning. He was wearing a very lacy dress. It was tight, but considering he was only three weeks along, he didn't even have a bump. His dreads were red now. The color suits him well. I have to say, though, it fits Ryan-Ashley much better. She was drop dead gorgeous in a long red dress. I hope Josh realizes how fucking well he scored with her.

          "I trust you all to take care of the place. No funny business." Ghost warned his sons in a motherly tone.

          Felix turned around to look at him over the back of the couch, "Mom, I'm four hundred and sixty eight. Cecil is four hundred and eighty and has a wife. When are you going to stop treating us like teenagers?"