bluebird WRATH

Chapter 39 : Allies I

"So we're going to see Damien for..." she tries to persuade me.

"Is there no patience in you?" I tease her. "Why not tell me now?"

"To enjoy the fun later." I say with a smile.

"Please don't hurt him K. I don't want to hear or see any more bloodshed."

"I'll try not to." I give her a fake promise.

"You know the least you could tell me is where you got this car from. It's exactly like the other Maserati." she asks me a more settling question.

"It is the same car. I reconstructed it. It took me all night but it's back in one piece." "You fix cars too?" "A hobby I had to adopt to pass the time when I waited for you. Killing isn't the only thing I do..." I scoff. "But how'd you get the parts?"

"Reverse the impact of the crash. I just had to reconstruct the metal back and put the pieces together. I've fixed this car before too many times."

"Then why were you so angry with me last night if you knew you could fix the car." she asks and I raise my brows at her. "You think I was upset at you because you wrecked my car? I was upset because you tried to kill yourself."

"Because I'm linked to you and you'll lose your immortality right?" she starts to give a wrong impression. "I'd rather die the same time if you do, even more give you my life so that you could live. Why do you think of yourself unlovable?" she becomes quiet with her thoughts racing.

"I, I just don't know. I never thought of a relationship like this..."

"It's still the same thing with added bonuses..."

"And threatening jinxes." she cuts in.

"I told you that I got you. You don't have to worry." I say when I finally pull over near his house. I turn off the engine and let the car sit on the comfortable grass as I get out of the car to help her out, but when I open the door, her face is already sour.

"You know. That's the point. It all seems too good to be true. Like nothing can ever effect me."

I crouch down into a semi-kneel before her. My hands lift hers as she continues to say, "This is a perfect relationship K. We love each other to death, my parents love you, and even if there are people who're trying to break us apart, you somehow have the magical key to undo their plans. This all just feels like a trick..."

"Hey. Nothing is perfect. We fight, and we hurt each other. It's not perfect. Life is not perfect. It's all just screwed up..."

"...There is no right in anything unless we make the correct move, and sometimes the correct move can be bad at first, but it'll blossom into something beautiful later. You're scared now and I get it..."

"...It's hard to put complete faith into something without having a backup plan and this maybe the wrong move, but...it could end up being so right that you'll end up falling in love with it all over again. " I tell her, hoping every ounce of sorrow would drain.

"Wonderful speech Martin Luther King." a hand claps at the door.

I stand up before she does to strike him a glance.

"Wivler. How nice of you to open the door for us." I tell him with a smirk as she wonders what's happening. "You have no business here Caivanial!" he shouts as he storms out to meet me. I race off to him before he could reach me and throw him off guard when I slam him on to the wall outside of the cabin.

I can hear the skull crack but that doesn't stop him from whispering to me, "You really want her to watch..." "She has the stomach for it now..." I tell.