Our Deathly Love

Paralizer

"Mr. Stone, this is her room. I really shouldn't be letting you up here- visiting hours being over and all...." The sound of a nurse's voice caused me to jump, breaking my concentration. My wet hair slapped my face, as strands (still wet from the shower I had taken a few minutes before) moved.

My eyes reflexively snapped open to the door, taking in the sight of a young woman barely older than me talking to who I assumed was Tristan.

"Gretta-Darling' I thought we're having fun here? I must admit I've never met such a beautiful nurse before, all I need is ten minutes with my friend, after we can grab coffee or something?" The voice was totally not Tristan's, I have been around Rowan's meaningless flirtatious charm enough to know he was bullshiting her. Yet, I had no reason to interrupt, instead I decided to play the part. Closing my eyes I faked a calm look on my face and pretended to be asleep. Although I kept my eyes cracked open trying my best not to laugh at what was going on.

"Oh- I get off in twenty' how-about I meet you here? You probably want to spend as much time as you can with your friend. I heard she's had a hard day- and after you told me you were reading books to those poor children at the school how could I not let you come in!?" She squeeked out, flirting as she grabbed Rowan's arm.

Gazing at Rowan's back I realized how much he really did look like Tristan from behind. Same messy brown hair, muscular stature (although not nearly lanky enough) and clean cut cloths.

A Demon impersonating an Angel- hilarious if I do say so myself.

Although his timing sucked, all I wanted was to be alone. Too much was going on, too much needed to be processed and put away in my mind. Fredrick was really Phillipe's father? I wanted time to think about if I believed Vincent... Deep down I knew it was true, but that didn't make it any less shocking. What was even more shocking- was that Vincent claims Fredrick doesn't even know!

How don't you know the kid you've dedicated your life to is yours? Seriously!?

Saying that, how many guys had she been sleeping with at the time, to take the possibility straight out of his head!?

Now that was sad.

I was not going to be the one to bring up that conversation! Hello, I've been watching T.V. for two weeks and I already know that's a conversation made in soap opera heaven!

The ending of visiting hours had made the little I had to say to Vincent easy, and the shower I got the moment he left wonderful. Now though... Now I was stuck with the con-artist walking through the room.

"Wow- bravo on the sleeping act, you even have the drool coming out of your mouth!" Laughed Rowan as he sauntered in like he owned the place. I watched as his lips pulled back over his pearly whites into a nearly perfect smile.

"Reading to those poor children must have really taken up your day! What a perfect little Angel you are!" I added snicking as his smile fell slightly.

Walking closer to me he frowned.

"So the rumor floating around school's you got knocked around by a Vampire, I thought Necromancers were hardy?" He asked eyeing my condition with a look of suspicion upon his face.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked rolling my eyes as I pushed my hands through my hair, the wet strands tangling around my fingers.

"Reputation crumbling Ghost-Girl!" He added laughing as he pulled a chair next to my bed.

"I took on the Queen of the Vampires, and came out otherwise intact, and my reputation is crumbling?" I asked smirking as Rowan laughed.

"How long has it been since you've done any 'real' magic?" Rowan asked his chair sliding back an inch across the floor as I sent a gush of air his way.