Chapter 15
Apply some pressure, the bleeding should slow
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis. But it's just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes. 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside. She was singing the song in her head. She needed something, anything to make her thoughts stop.
“Why are you so mean?” Alias asked Kristen who still was smiling.
“She’s not mean, she’s brainwashed. She doesn’t really understand what she’s saying,” Alex said playing with her hair. This was too much to handle and that was well known already, so was there any use complaining about it? No. So Amethyst stood up,
“Less bitching, more action,” She said reaching toward the touch panel on the door. “Let’s go,” she said and they all walked out.
For an underground building, this place was clean and huge.
“Christophe, any idea where anything is or how to get out of here?” She asked. Christophe stayed still trying to listen, smell or see any sign of an exit, She figured out it was another half demon thing that she hadn’t learned yet.
“Were about…thirty feet underground…cloaked by some shield meaning that I can barely find you guys if I had to,” he said sadly.
“Brilliant, should’ve seen that one coming,” she said. Kristen looked up at her with a smirk.
“Listen kid, you and your smirk and comments aren’t helping me, do you have anything useful to say at all?” Amethyst snarled impatiently.
“Daddy!” Kristen yelped happily and they all spun around to five strong looking men with equally malicious looks on their faces which only triggered one thing from them all,
“Oh shit,” They said in unison.
One of them had light skin and light gold hair with golden yellow eyes that reflected light because they were so yellowish they were almost neon. His muscles were faintly visible though his black button down shirt and he looked like he was around twenty three years old; he stood on the far left of the silver hallway. The one next to him was dark skinned with orange eyes that stood out against his dark skin. His was in a red baggy sweatshirt and jeans and looked twenty. The girl on the far right had dyed hair neon blue and was Puerto Rican looking with the almost neon eyes as well and had on a pink baby-doll-looking-dress and black leggings an looked sixteen or so. Next to her was Asian boy with black hair that went down his back a white t-shirt and baggy grey jeans that were barely held up by his belt and didn’t look much older than the girl and had silver eyes with a charcoal rim. The one in the middle of them all had light brown wavy hair that stopped at his shoulders and a black and red polo shirt and dark blue jeans. He was caramel colored and looked around thirty with freckles on his checks and…crimson red eyes. She suddenly saw a memory flash though her head from when she was a baby, he was sixteen holding her saying “Baby is bound to be trouble, she’s some monster”. She could recognize her mom at sixteen sitting on the couch half asleep, “Amethyst Lyell Alexander”. Yeah, that’s dad.
“Well look at our little prisoners, or should I say escape artists,” The blue haired girl said.
“It’s not much of an escape with the door wide open,” Amethyst replied. All the guys stared them down and Kristen ran toward the guy in the middle.
“Look it’s my sister!” She yelled. The girl with the blue hair sauntered over to Christophe,
“And who might you be?” she asked flirtatiously while reaching her hand out to his bare chest and Amethyst caught it.
“Mine, he’s mine so don’t fucking touch him,” she said fiercely.
“Fine,” The girl said still staring at Christophe. She wouldn’t have thought much of the staring if Christophe hadn’t had this vicious and annoyed look in his eyes. Amethyst knew her powers were stronger because now she could read minds quicker. She looked toward the girl to read her. But why be with her anyways? I’m so much better and hotter and more experienced…like imagine the things that we could-
“You fucking whore!!” Amethyst yelled as she pushed the girl back. She didn’t think that’d she push the chick through a concrete wall though.
“You’re so cute when you get mad,” Christophe mumbled under his breath. The girl charged toward her and she knew that pushing the blue hair girl meant that it was a battle to be fought, better now than later.
Punches flew that were directed at her and she knew they were enough to send the normal fallen angel through the walls but she couldn’t feel them. She noticed they were only fight four of them and if confused her but she couldn’t dwell on that. Her body hurt, her friends were hurt and it felt like her body was on fire, like flames were ripping through her skin and then she yelled and snarled a noise louder then the entire scene combined and her sight flashed purple and she was moving without feeling and no thinking she didn’t know what happened until one of them grabbed her by her neck and all the blood was rushing to her head and she bit something, someone and then there was darkness and her head hit metal.
She felt numb, until she could feel Christophe pinning her into a kiss.
“Mhmm you shouldn’t do that, babe,” she half moaned against her will.
“Why not?” He asked laughing as she opened her eyes to see that he still had no shirt. All it’s going to take it unbutton and unzip and if it gets to either of those… she thought.
“That’s inevitable trouble,” she said.
“You know you want me,” he said laughing even harder. That’s for damn sure, she thought. Noticing that Kristen was sitting in the corner of…what used to be a room.
“Uh hey, kiddo,” she said and then Christophe moved from being on top of her, “Yeah hey,” he said awkwardly.
“Ha ha, what were you doing?” Kristen asked.
“Uh do you need something?” Christophe asked avoiding the question.
“Dad wants you in his office so I have to take you, your brothers are there already,” she said. Then she took them in an elevator and then to a room.
“You destroyed all four of them…In blind fury. That’s my girl,” The guy said. She knew he was her father but that wasn’t something she felt like acknowledging.
“Can I leave now? And what do you mean blind fury? The last thing I remember is a girl with blue hair.
“You screeched and then moved so fast and so dangerously and, and amazing,” Alex said and Alias nodded.
“Now I was going to keep you all here, I underestimated my child. If I separate you, you can find each other. If one of you die then you come back so at the moment I will release you all.
“What’s the catch?” Christophe asked.
“That is for me to know and for you boys to fear,” he said with a smirk.
“How’s your mother, Ami?” He asked.
“She’s good, I’m nothing like you, dad,” She said.
“More than you know,” He countered.
“Well I’ll contact you more often Amethyst, and just so you know all the rooms in the building have cameras you two,” He said.
“What do you mean by that?” She asked.
“What exactly were you doing before you were in here?” He asked smiling. Both Amethyst and Christophe blushed. Alex and Alias had already gotten up to leave and since they all knew how to fly they decided that’s how they would get back to the city.
Thirteen Hours Later…
Dear Journal,
was crazy, A fight that I can’t remember at all
my dad just showed up out of thin air and like
wanted to threaten my boyfriend and my friends
I just want things to be someone normal. I wonder
If that’s possible at all? Oh well besides all the crazy
That’s going on, I’m happy. Christophe is the
Absolute best…and I am so in for trouble. And now it’s
February 3rd. So close to Valentines Day. Later journal,
Christophe is hovering by the window, I should
let
Him inside
Amethyst Lyell Alexander