Tiny Wings - Lucifer Morningstar

Chapter Nineteen - In Sickness and In Hell

Things had quickly gone from bad to worse.
Between throwing up blood and migraines, Rayna quickly learned that her magic was also draining.
"What can I do?" Chloe asked as she helped Rayna to bed.
"Go in my phone to my contacts. Call Niklaus and put it on speaker." The Heretic's breathing was heavy and uneven.
Chloe nodded, reaching into Rayna's back pocket.
"Passcode?"
"One six four two." The Heretic replied. "The year Lucifer and I met."
"That's really sweet." Chloe smiled, not making eye contact so that she could follow her friend's instructions. "Got it."
She pressed the call button and put it on speaker, placing it on the bed.
"Hello, love." Klaus' voice came through after three rings.
Before she could reply, Rayna felt a heave in the pit of her stomach, quickly grabbing a champagne bucket that had been left on the floor beside the bed from the first night spent in Lucifer's penthouse. Chloe noticed and quickly took over the call.
"Hi, is this Niklaus?" She asked.
"Yes. To whom am I speaking?" The Original Vampire replied.
"This is Detective Chloe Decker with the LAPD. I'm a friend of Rayna and Lucifer. We have a situation."
Whilst Chloe explained what was happening, Rayna was struggling to stay conscious and throw up at the same time.
"What on earth caused that?" Niklaus asked.
"We're not totally sure." Chloe replied.
"I think it had something to do with the so-called gift the NOLA Witches gave me." Rayna choked out.
The air tensed even before Klaus spoke.
"If those bloody Witches had anything to do with this, I'll kill them all." He growled. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get here. Bring River Beaumont." Chloe said.
"I'll leave now."

A few hours later, Chloe had to go back to work on the case, having no choice but to leave Rayna alone.
She was semi-positive that Rayna's condition wouldn't deteriorate further.

When Rayna was sure that she wouldn't throw up again, she rose from the bed and went over to the bar to get some blood from the fridge.
"Rayna?" An unexpected voice perked up after the elevator ping.
"Lucifer?" She replied.
Lucifer immediately walked over to his love and embraced her in a tight hug.
"What have you got yourself into this time, my dear?" He asked, holding her tight to his chest.
"What can I say? NOLA Witches can't be trusted." She mumbled.
"Something you both have in common." Lucifer chuckled.
Rayna frowned, pulling away from him.
"Luci?"
"You lied to me, Rayna. I thought you were better than that. Did you really think there was a chance in Hell that I could love the child you're carrying? If so, you're more naïve than I could've thought. Children are a burden. A menace. A scourge on existence. And you're no better." He spat.
Rayna was in shock. "Lucifer... I-"
"Love you? Good for you. But how could I love such a disappointment?" He chuckled darkly.

By the time Chloe returned, Rayna wasn't back in her bed.
"Rayna?" She called out.
Listening carefully, she heard soft sniffles coming from somewhere in the room.
Looking around, she finally saw the Heretic – Or rather, what was left of her. She was curled up in a tight ball, her clothes splattered with blood and tears.
"Oh my God..." Chloe breathed, racing over to her.
She scooped the immortal in a hug, whispering comforting words as she rocked them slowly.
"He's here." Rayna whimpered.
"Who is?"
"Lucifer. He told me he didn't love me. He did it over and over again..."
Chloe looked around the room, checking for signs that the Devil had returned.
"I'll be right back, okay?" She said, softly.
Getting up, she reached for her phone in her pocket and phoned Maze.
"Decker. What's wrong?" The Demon answered.
Chloe walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap on the sink – a trick Rayna had taught her that disrupted a Vampire's super hearing.
"Maze. I need you to get here now. Rayna's sick. I think she's hallucinating and I need someone stronger than me to keep her under control." Chloe explained, keeping her voice low.
"Okay. Just get downstairs in case she does anything." Maze replied.
"Okay." The Detective nodded, turning to exit the bathroom, but saw the Heretic in her path with the dark veins under her eyes and her fangs bearing. "Oh God..."
"What's wrong?" Maze asked.
"Rayna... If you want blood, there's some in the fridge." Chloe told her.
"It's not good enough. I need it from the source – I need it fresh. I'm so sorry, Chloe."
Just as Rayna lunged for the Detective, something grabbed her and threw her backwards.
"Amenadiel!" Chloe gasped.
"Are you alright?" The angel asked.
"I'm fine."
Amenadiel nodded before turning back to Rayna, who was a little disoriented.
"If you want to drink from someone, drink from me." He said, holding out his wrist.
Without a verbal response, Rayna Vamp sped to him, needing no telling twice.
In an instant, she sunk her fangs into his soft skin, gripping his arm like a desperate animal.

When she was done, she looked up at him with sorrow in her eyes.
"Please don't tell Lucifer about this bit..." She whispered. "Blood sharing is a little... Frowned upon."
"Like cheating?" Chloe asked.
"Sort of..." The Heretic looked down in shame. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lose control."
"You're sick, Rayna. It's not your fault." Chloe reassured her just as her phone rang.
As she went to answer it, Amenadiel looked Rayna over, double checking that everything was fine for now.
Rayna looked pale, almost grey; her eyes sunken in and dark, her white hair a mess of tangles and mattes. Her clothes remained covered in blood and, truth be told, she smelt of death.
"I think you should go and have a shower." Amenadiel told her in a soft voice. "Go get yourself cleaned up. I'll be here when you get back, okay?"
"Okay..." Rayna was too drained to argue, so walked off with a comforting pat on the shoulder from her angelic companion.

"That was the school. Trixie got into a fight. Are you okay to stay here with Rayna?" Chloe asked Amenadiel. "You seem far better suited to this job than I do."
"Of course. Say hi to Trixie for me." Amenadiel smiled.
"I will." Chloe returned the expression. "Oh, sometime tomorrow Klaus Mikaelson, Rayna's sire, will be here with the Witch we think hexed her. In the meantime, keep her dosed up on blood and let her rest."
"Not a problem. Now go to your daughter." The Angel lightly chuckled.
Chloe nodded, making a b-line for the elevator.