Hell's Queen

Geno

Reaper was getting clingy again... This time, forcing me to sleep with him! He even made me go on dates with him!

But... Every time we went on one, I felt him fix me... I could almost feel him gather the broken shards and pieces of myself... I could almost feel him put them back together...

He was helping me...

A soft chuckle left my lips, my head tilting up to a sleeping Reaper.

He was breathing softly, his body relaxed with his arm around my waist.

I smiled softly at him.

"I will never admit this to you awake... But..." I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "But you're fixing me... I never thought I could be fixed..." I chuckled softly again, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I need you... I never thought I needed someone before... But, I need you..."

I pulled myself up to his head, cupping both of his cheeks in my hands. I wanted him to stay, I needed him to stay... But, I can't have him stay...

"I need you so much... I really do... I want to stay with you, I want to be with you... But, you'll only get hurt... Everyone I care about gets hurt... I can't see you hurt... I-I..."

I buried my head into his chest, taking deep breathes... God, it hurt so much... I wanted him, he made everything seem better... He knew how to make me forget the horrors of my "childhood"... But...

He'll make sure that Reaper would get hurt... He'll make sure that Reaper dies... All just to get back at me... I can't have that... I don't want that...

I felt Reaper shift, so I relaxed my body and turned my head some. I had to make it seem like I was just having a bad dream...

His hand caressed my cheek, an involuntary whimper sounding from my throat.

A soft sigh came from him, his thumb lightly rubbing the bone under my glitched socket.

"My Queen..." He breathed, his body shifting again. This time, my body was brought up some, soft lips on my forehead. "I won't let anything, or one, hurt you... You're mine, even if you die, you're still mine... Forever..."

He kissed my forehead again, another soft sigh coming from him.

A few minutes passed before he went back to sleep, tears hiding behind my eyes.

I wanted him... I needed him... He wanted me... He cared for me, and dare I say, needed me too...

But, I'm nothing but a walking dead man... Nothing but a moving target... Death always seems to follow me, whether I want it to or not...

And the next person to die, would be Reaper... Would be My Angel...