A Match Made in Hell (bxb)

Chapter Seven: Arguments and more Arguments

Chapter Seven: Arguments and more Arguments

As I slowly woke, I realized I wasn't alone. Tyler had his laid on my stomach, his wings stretched out with the feathers occasionally ruffling. Heat immediately rushed to my face as I realized the one thing separating him from my naked body was a thin shirt.

"Tyler?" I whispered softly, shaking him. He awoke with a jolt, his wings ruffling. He smiled once he saw me.

"Good morning Ren."

Tyler's voice was softer in the morning. Very relaxing and soothing.

"Morning Tyler."

I sat up, but he just curled into a ball in my lap, seemingly unbothered by my lack of clothing. Were all angels like this?

Hm... probably.

The door was still locked, meaning I was stuck with Tyler on my lap until someone was kind enough to let us out.

"Did you have fun with Kayden last night?"

I looked down at Tyler, eyes opened wide with genuine interest.

"Um... yeah?" I thought back to the night before. Kayden's demanding voice. His warm hand. Condescending tone.

I had never hated and been turned on by someone so much.

"Good. Kayden is nice to me. He's nice to you too, right?"

"I guess. He captured me and kept me prisoner here, of that counts as nice."

Tyler tilted his head. "What? Why would he capture you?"

I sighed, not sure if I wanted to tell Tyler. He was an angel. And, whether I liked it or not, he was one of the few people I had actually been allowed to talk to. Could I really afford to lose one of the few nice people in my life?

"Well... it's a long story," I finally began. He nodded, obviously wanting me to continue.

So I did.

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Lillian and I had met years ago, our first conversation lost in the blurry haze of time. That was okay, the words didn't matter. I had enough to remember already.

Her hair was beautiful, even more so in the nightclub we first met in. It would alight with the glow of whatever neon light was flashing above. Her eyes were always intensely focused on mine, almost uncannily so. Her body, of course, was perfect. And I did have a lot to look at.

Tyler wasn't interested in this however. He didn't care about the time we spent throws rocks at angels, or how I would spray paint hearts on the side of the police station near her home so she could see on her way to work.

He cared about the red glint of fury in her usual calm and collected gaze when she spoke of angels. And I couldn't blame her. I loathed angels with every inch of my being- but I didn't tell Tyler that.

Lillian was a force to be reckoned with. But even the biggest flames can be doused with enough buckets of water, and that's how she got cornered. No, she never told me what she was doing so wrong that got hundreds of angels following after her, but it must have been justified. She usually wasn't so reckless.

Then came the letter from her. I gladly accepted. After all, I would die for her. But that didn't happen. I was captured by an angel, the greatest enemy of the demons. I was captured by an angel... and kept in his home like a pet.

Now I was here. That's when I stopped telling the story to Tyler- that was all he needed to hear to understand. But the story continued in my own mind.