Part 5

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***Jezebel pov***

I stood there watching Aidn sleep. He is so beautiful. I place my hand on Jacky's chest as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my face into his long hair. Ah this seems cliche but this is the life.

"Why we're you covered in blood?" I ask Jacky after a while.

"Well I got beat today." Jagky looks down at my face.

I look up at him horrified. Clutching his clothing looking for marks. Of course there was none.

"What?" I ask shakily my mouth dropping lower than needed.

"Jez calm down okay I'm fine, now. Well I guess I wasn't a couple hours ago." he smiles wearily.

"Jack this isn't like you. I don't want to see you get hurt and I don't think you want to get hurt. Honey, come on!" I kissed his perfectly aligned jaw and him my cheek.

"Come on what? You know i can't stop this Jezebel. Please don't look at me like that. It hurts me to see you in pain more than my own." He brushed a lock of my hair from my now tear streaked face. He brought his mouth to mine and sweetly kissed it.

"Let's sleep okay?" I finally asked. Though it came out more of a statement.

"First I have to explain."Jack insisted.

I didn't see what there was to explain. I mean I understand his boss sucks shit. So what? I just want him to never leave me. Ever!

"Jezzie?" Jack asks from across the table in a sweet voice.

"Jacky?" I reply in the same voice while taking his hand to play with his fingers.

"I need to tell you, you know I dig graves for a living, correct?"

I nod.

"Well what you don't know is when I save the dead I get beat. Like with a whip." I stare at him in horror.

"You need to quit then." I insist.

"No, I can't you see I work for the devil. The king. And I can't NOT work for him."

"But your the prince!" I gasp.

"Yes but you know my father has never loved me. Hell, he can't love. And he's not even my real father!" He had a point. But I was freaking out.

"But your heir to the throne! And he just makes you slave around all day and dig graves!?" I say.

"Well they're not graves exactly. I only dig the damned ones. I am The Messenger. You know this correct?" I nod a little fazed.

I loved him more than he knew and I would stop at nothing to show that. Jack came around to the back of my chair. Spun me around in a circle, and picked me up bridal style out of it.

More explaining another day.

****A/N*****

Well I dont like it I just had to put it out there in some fashion. If I forgot something say something about it will ya?? Thx.

Song of the chapter:

I don't have one. I'll let u guys pick the song tell me what it is and if it's by 1D don't bother. Or Justin Bieber. Anything else im good. And don't do it just to tick me off. I'll fan then unfan you.

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