Welcome To The Black Doves

Welcome To The Black Doves

Chapter 5

Kitty stood against the side of the bus. She watched everyone in the lobby of McDonald's. Did they all know about Deimeon? She knew that Haven knew, but didn't Nolan, Wes, and Lyndon? Obviously The Suicide Angels didn't.

She shuttered at the mental image of Deimeon standing in front of her, wings out. He had looked so deadly yet strangely handsome. She stopped at the thought. She had it bad. If she still found him appealing after what he had revealed to her. She was already gone.

She yanked her hair out of her ponytail she always wore. The thick brown locks cascaded down around her, resting on her shoulders. The wind blew around her, cooling off her heated body. She sighed deeply. The temperature was just right and felt good.

God damn it! She was still sexually aroused for him. She closed her eyes and the image of Deimeon's tone bod y in nothing but a towel invaded her mind. He was tall with broad shoulders. He had the perfect body that all the fans went ballistic over. She was so tiny compared to him. She felt safe with him. That scared her even more then what he was. She started to pace without realizing it.

Okay, she wasn't going to be a coward about this. She would talk to him and she would get answers, then she would let it go. For both of their sakes, not just hers. She knew that Deimeon was still himself and that her knowing what he was didn't change that fact.

Deimeon washed away the sins of his slaughter down the bathtub drain. He let the hot water run over his body while he stood there still strung out from his encounter with Kitty earlier.

He stepped out of the shower and turned it off. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it securely around his waist. He used another one to vigorously towel out his long blond hair. He intended to just go straight to bed and leave the troubles of today for tomorrow. Deimeon caught his reflection in the mirror as he glanced up. He curled his lip in disgust. He took it off the wall and threw it against the closet that held all the towels.

Ancients, where had all this anger come from? Deimeon was never disgusted with himself. Well, never this bad at least. He caught the scent of vanilla again and cursed under his breath. Yeah, definitely terrible timing. Again. She had a knack for it.

Kitty froze when she heard a shattering of glass. She ran to the bathroom door and swung it open without knocking. She stared at Deimeon. Her eyes trailing down his perfect body and down to the floor. She couldn't stop from blushing.

Glass laid at his feet. She realized it was the mirror. Her eyes flew up to lock onto Deimeon's own emerald stare. That's when Kitty put two and two together. Something was seriously wrong with him.

“What's going on, Deimeon? Talk to me.” Kitty ordered softly.

Not that he didn't love Kitty's presence, but she was the last person he could be around right now. He was horny, angry, and tired. Not to mention that he was dangerous when he was in this kind of mood. She wasn't safe around him right now.

“You need to get away from me Kitty.” He snarled. “I am not entirely... I can't... you aren't...” He growled in frustration as he gripped his head trying to find the words.

Kitty knew she shouldn't push him. She knew that he was more volatile then a nuclear bomb, but it was obvious that Deimeon needed something. She wasn't exactly sure what it was. Not yet at least, but she was going to try to figure it out and help him.

“Fine.” She snapped. “I'll be in your room when you're ready to talk to me.”

She turned on her heel and high tailed it into his room. As soon as she shut the door, she started stripping her clothes off. She wasn't stupid. She knew Deimeon had stopped sleeping with people about five months after she joined the Black Doves.

She knew now that it must have been a way to release the pent up energy of the beast locked inside. She also knew she was now the only one show could calm it. She threw her clothes in the corner and stood naked in the middle of the room. She wasn't shy about being nude. Being an ex-stripper does that to a person, but she grew nervous anyway because it was Deimeon.

She took a deep breath to calm her unsteady nerves. She could do this for him because she cared for him and wanted to help him. She had to remember that he wasn't like all the other men in her life that forced themselves on her. Deimeon respected her.

Deimeon used his powers to sweep the glass shards into a pile and disappear. He ran his hand through his hair. He didn't know what to do. He was on a short fuse and could easily say the wrong thing to Kitty. Whatever she had to say, he hoped it would be brief. He really wanted to fall into bed and end this dreadful night.

He walked into his room and stopped dead in his tracks. Kitty was standing naked in his room. He blinked a couple times to make sure he wasn't imagining it as his body grew hot and his cock thickened under the towel.

“Um... Babe... usually you get undressed in your own room, not somebody else is room. Unless of course it's... never mind. What are...” He looked her over nervously. “...You doing?”

“What does it look like?” Kitty retorted uncomfortable.

Before she lost her nerve, she stepped forward and yanked the towel from Deimeon's lean hips. She stepped back as her eyes widened. He was huge. His cock was fully erect and a small bead of precum stood on the tip of the mushroom head. She swallowed hard as her body warmed. Her body was reacting to the sight and she could feel the juices pooling between her legs. She couldn't stop her body from reacting and the word 'slut' slid into her mind. She ignored it or she would lose her nerve.

She crawled on top of his bed and waited to see what he would do. He still stood in the open doorway. Kitty's heart stopped, heat rising to her cheeks. She was so embarrassed. Anyone could walk in and see this. What the hell was she thinking? Maybe this was a very bad idea.

Deimeon was stunned to say the least. He wasn't expecting her to react this way at all. She was on his bed, naked and waiting. His cock twitched in response to that. His beast roared to life and urged Deimeon to take his prize.

He watched the color rise to her cheeks and he found himself liking the way it looked on her. She was adorable when she blushed. He watched her lay down on her back almost in a blatant invitation. Her breasts perfectly round with pink tips just waiting to be savored. Deimeon slowly moved to the side of the bed trying not to lose control.

Kitty held her breath as Deimeon moved toward her. Her heart slammed against her chest and she had to remind herself to breath. She was scared, but also extremely turned on. She prayed that he would treat her gently unlike everyone else. She swallowed hard.

“No.” Kitty looked up at him startled. “This isn't how... I want it.” He finished out loud, almost more to himself then her. He offered her a small smile. “Where's the sport in it if I can't strip you down myself?” He leaned down and grabbed her clothes, offering them back to her. “Not that I don't want too. God do I ever... But, I want to love you Kitty and I want you to feel the same about me.” Was he insane? He's never put off a willing woman, but it was the truth. “I want your heart, not your body.” He felt his mood lighten and slowly start to feel back to normal level. “So... what's the real reason you wanted to talk to me?” Kitty stared at him in disbelief.

No fucking way! She thought. Part of her was happy he didn't take her up on her offer, but another part of her... oh god, she was going to break down and start crying. She fought back her tears, hiding them behind a smile just like he did all the time. She took her clothes from him.

“Let me go get dressed in my room, then I'll come talk to you.” Her voice was steady.

Thank god for small miracles. She thought as she went to leave. The tears started to fall as soon as she was in the hall. She cursed herself for not being strong enough to hold them back. She couldn't help it. She felt so trashy, sleazy and most of all, humiliated. What the hell had she been thinking? She was going to lock herself in her room and never leave. She was such a fucking idiot.

Deimeon pondered if it had been a mistake to let Kitty walk out the door. He quickly forgot about that when he realized exactly what he had said to her. What shocked him even more was that he had meant every word he had told her. He really wanted to love her.

Deimeon paced his room as he waited for her. His mind kept going back to Kitty on his bed completely naked. He humored the idea of inhaling her scent that was surely left behind on his sheets, but he knew he was on a short leash as it was. He really didn't want to torture himself anymore then possible. He walked to the door and glanced down the hall toward Kitty's room.

“Kitty? Are you coming back?”

She heard him, but didn't respond. She had locked her door behind her and fallen onto the bed, face first. Her clothes fell to the floor out of her limp fingers. She crawled under the blankets, pulling them completely over her head, soundless sobs racking her small frame.

She pushed an arm out from under the covers and blindly fumbled around for the play button on her CD player. She pressed the button in when she found it and Portishead filled her room. She chocked on the next sob and wished she could just disappear.

Deimeon frowned. She was locking up again and he knew it. He knew by her lack of response and the music blaring from her room. No way was Deimeon going to let her lock up again when it had taken him this long to get her to loosen up and relax around all of them.

Willing his body to change, he morphed into a small blonde mouse. He scurried down the hall and squeezed himself under her door. His little ears were assaulted by the music blaring out of her small radio. He stood in the middle of her room and looked up at the bed curiously.

Kitty was full out sobbing now that the music was covering any sound she made. She clung to her body pillow as if it was her life line and would save her from drowning in her own tears. She was so pathetic.

The saddest part of this whole situation was that she did love Deimeon. He was the first male that had ever respected her and never forced her into anything she didn't want. The only thing was that even though Deimeon was respectful, he was also known as the biggest playboy on the face of the planet. If a girl offered herself to him, he never said no... except with her.

Her body convulsed hard on another loud sob. She slowly begun to realize she didn't care what he was. He would always be Deimeon to her. The man who saved from self destruction. The man who saved her from being made an object instead of a person.

Kitty was crying. What had he done? Was it wrong to deny her? Should he even have a right to comfort her? Deimeon didn't know what to do, but he couldn't let her be so upset. He transformed again into a cat and meowed at her from the floor.

Kitty froze at the sound of a cat in her room. They didn't have a cat. She knew this for a fact. She frowned and wiped away her tears. She slowly pulled the covers down her body. She stared at the orange cat in the middle of her room. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and looked again at the floor. The cat was still there.

“Oh my god! I'm going crazy now!” She muttered to herself as she had a stare off with a strange cat in her room.

He jumped up on the bed with her and rubbed against her, purring loudly. He wiped her tears away with his fluffy tail, trying to comfort her as best as he could in the current form he was in.

Kitty let out a small yelp as the cat made itself comfortable on her bed. She glared at the small mammal, trying to figure out where the hell it came from. The cat tilted it's furry head as it purred at her.

It's large eyes were the color of emerald green. The same as Deimeon. She froze, trying to rationalize in her brain that it couldn't be Deimeon, but she already knew the answer. She scrambled out of her bed, nakedness forgotten and glared at the feline.

“Deimeon?” She half asked, half demanded.

Hmm. He'd only wanted to comfort her. He could care less if she knew it was him or not, but she really didn't sound thrilled. Mentally sighing, he jumped off the bed and moved to the door. He scratched at it to notify her, he wanted to be let out. He didn't want to feel like he was invading her privacy, but he wanted to be there for her at the time. Shrugging it off, he mentally projected to her.

Kitty stared down at the cat. A wave of dizziness and nausea hit her at the same time. She debated puking on him. It would serve him right. Instead she sank down to the floor putting her head between her knees, breathing slowly and deeply. When the spell past she could fill the storm of tears rising again. She turned to glare at the cat, oblivious of the fresh tears sliding down her cheeks.

“If you want out so bad, I'm sure you can manage it. Since you managed to get in here.” Her voice was hollow, empty.

She knew she was shutting down. Too many emotions at one time. Concern, shock, sexual frustration, self degrading, anger, sadness, scared, hurt. Her nerves were done. She was done. She didn't want to feel anymore.

Deimeon quickly transformed to human, or, well, himself and wrapped Kitty up into his strong arms, crushing her to his chest. He held her close and slowly started to rock her back and forth. It was killing him to see her like this.

“Kitty please, just let me be here for you. That's all I ask.”

She didn't fight him. There was nothing left in her. In reality, she really did need him. She needed his strength, his warmth, but most of all she just needed him exactly how he was.

She nodded against his chest as she buried his face into it. More tears flowed down her cheeks. She knew this breakdown was a long time coming. This was the first time since she was a kid that she actually cried. She had just locked all her emotions up and threw away the key. She couldn't even voice how grateful that he was there to pick up the pieces.

Deimeon cradled Kitty in his arms, happy that he could be there for her in anyway he could. He reached out and pulled her comforter off her bed and wrapped it around them both. He gently rocked Kitty back and forth. He stroked her hair and rested his chin against the top of her head. He caught the scent of her shampoo and breathed it in.

Ancients, how he wished he could make it all right for her. What he wouldn't give just to give her a normal life growing up. He knew she had it rough when she was young and he could only imagine what she'd been through. He kissed her gently on her head.

“I'm here for you whenever you need me Kitty. I'll always be here.” The tender moment was rudely interrupted by a loud sneezing and stomping in the hall.

“Okay,” Bellowed Haven. “Who the hell has been near a cat? I'm allergic to those fuckin' things.”

Kitty cringed at the loud voice. The words slowly sunk into her foggy mind and then was followed by a soft giggle which turned into a fit of full on laughter. She tilted her head back and looked up at Deimeon with a little twinkle in her bloodshot eyes. She suddenly felt better.

“Thank you.” She muttered with a private smile that was reserved only for him.

His heart warmed, gazing upon the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen on her face. He gave her a smile right back. It reflected his own warm feelings of genuine happiness that he was the one who lit up her face this way.

“You're welcome Kitty. Whenever you need me, you know where I am.” Deimeon then whispered. “Do you think I should cough up a hair ball in his shoe?”

Kitty giggled into his chest as she imagined just how many shades of red Haven's face would get. The idea entertained her more then it probably should have. It was hard not to be entertained by Haven's discomfort, because he was such an asshole.

“I have a video camera.” Her response was muffled by Deimeon's shirt. God, she felt so good having him wrapped around her like this. “Will you stay with me tonight?” She asked in a weak voice afraid he would deny her again.

“Of course Kitty. I'd love too.” He answered softly, touched at the invitation.

“I guess I should get dressed then.” Suddenly aware of how very naked she was against him.

Her body heated in response. Her libido making itself known once more and her body demanded some kind of release. Fuck, she had it bad and if she didn't get away from him she was going to prove how big of a slut she could really be.

Smelling her arousal, Deimeon took a deep breath and said reluctantly. “Yeah, might be good. Haven could barge in at any minute looking for that cat.” He looked her over with a hot gaze. “Not that I'm not enjoying the view or anything.”

A deep blush lit Kitty's cheeks. Her sex weeping from the hooded gaze Deimeon gave her. She really needed to get some clothes on. She scrambled out of his arms and over to her dresser, trying to ignore his gaze.

His cock hardened at the sight of her perfect backside. All he could think about was plunging inside of her while she held onto the dresser to balance herself from his onslaught. He bit his lip and forced himself to shake the images from his head. He almost whimpered as she covered that flawless body with her lounging clothes.

“Sounds like we're moving again.” He said trying to distracted his perverted mind.

Kitty nodded. She went to the door and unlocked it. She glanced over her shoulder giving her best sexed up look, just to see if she could do it and have the same affect that he did on her. She smiled lightly, licking her bottom lip.

“I'll be back.” She told herself she wasn't swaying her hips in a suggestive manner as she had exited the room, but she knew she was.

Wes exited his room just as Kitty walked out of hers. He watched her walk down the hall, a confident step in her gait that Wes had never seen before. He watched her move with a new found interest that caused him to be immediately irritated.

Why the fuck was he looking at her like that? It's not like his ugly face would be attractive to her. Why the fuck was he even thinking about this? Wes jammed his hand through his hair in frustration. He suddenly had this feeling of insignificance. His 'friend', if that's what he could be called, was playing games out in the lounging area with his new girlfriend. Nolan had asked if Lily could ride with them and it him off to no end.

Now he was looking over Kitty with an interest that shouldn't be there. He had no idea where it had come from. She had eyes for Deimeon, as Deimeon had eyes for her. It made Wes sick. They were a couple of fucking love birds pining over each other like horny dogs.

Whatever they have won't last. Thought Wes. There's no such thing as love, just a need to fuck.

He said it over and over to try to calm himself down, but it just seemed to piss him off more. He was pulling his hair now. Wes saw the group out in the living room smiling and carrying on. He knew that if he showed his hideous face, everyone would shut up until he left. That's just the way it was. That's always the way it was. They were scared of him, and he knew it.

Why blame them? He was a fucked up miserable excuse for a human being, that was trudging through the thick waist deep shit that was life. Wes was seeing red now. He slammed his fist onto Nolan's door, who's room was directly across from his. He busted the cheap wood as pain shot up his arm. He was still pissed.

Even as his hand bled and ached. He still gripped his head in a futile attempt to quell his boiling rage. He needed something more. He needed deep wounds in his flesh just to make him forget his turmoil. Anything... anything else besides this.

He looked at his arms and fell against the wall. He clawed at his distorted skin. He was covered in scars from neck to feet. There wasn't a single spot on his body that didn't have them except for his face. They were memories of his past written into his skin. With his black fingernails, he attempted to reopen the scars on his arms. It proved practically useless, as he fell to his knees.

“Fuck,” He whispered under his breath.

He swore he choked on a sob, but he wasn't crying. Wes hadn't cried since he was a child tied to his parent's bed, while strangers paid money to fuck the shit out of him. The memories came back and Wes screamed. He no doubt got the attention of all his fucking band mates, but he could give less of a shit.

Deimeon came out of Kitty's room and was the first to respond. Wes looked up as rage filled his head. He suddenly felt possessive, angry... Jealous. Why the fuck did Deimeon get her?

“Wes, calm down.” Deimeon coaxed softly. “I'm here for you my brother.”

Wes unleashed his bloody knuckle across Deimeon's face and stood up over the inhuman creature. He was too angry to calm down and Deimeon really was the last person he wanted to try to calm him.

“Fuck you, you ass!” Wes screamed. “Leave me the fuck alone! ALL OF YOU! You can all go to hell. I hate you! Every single one of you miserable assholes. I fucking hate you!”

Wes kicked Deimeon as hard as he could. It wasn't until after Wes had done it that he realized Deimeon did nothing to defend himself. He let Wes beat up on him. Eyes wide with the realization, Wes backed away from the blond who looked back at him with a remorseful gaze. It made Wes feel pathetic. Weak.

He shook with anger as he continued to back up until he was in his room again. He slammed the door, practically knocking the damn thing out of it's frame. Wes fell to his knees, grabbed his hair and screamed. Dry sobs raked his body as it shook out of control. Wes wanted to cry.

Lily stared in confusion and feat at the display in the hall. Wes Merritt scared the hell out of her. She feared him and for him. If Flare had decided to ride with them, she would know how to handle this situation. She had always had a way of knowing how people thought.

She glanced at Nolan, who was sitting next to her. No emotion was evident on his face, but Lily knew now what had happened to him. Had he let Wes beat on him the way Deimeon had? Without a fight.

The ones who need love the most are the ones who least deserve it.

That's what her mother always told her when she got picked on at school. That's what they were doing for Wes. Lily's heart melted. She wanted to help too, but was way too terrified. The man was way too violent for her to handle.

Nolan saw the look of fear on Lily's face. He reluctantly wrapped an arm around her, unsure of how she would react. Plus, he really wasn't good with comfort or affection. He was very awkward with women period.

“It's okay.” Nolan told her. “Don't be scared. Wes won't hurt you. He'd do more damage to himself first.”

Lily frowned at his words even as she relaxed under the security in his comfort. She studied his face. A bandage covered his right eye and his bottom lip was split down the middle, slightly swollen.

“So did you beat yourself up then?” Lily retaliated, slightly irritated that he would make up excuses for Wes for the abuse.

Nolan sensed the irritation in her voice and it made him tense again. He shifted uncomfortably and focused of the carpet. He didn't exactly know how to respond to her aggression.

“I... um, no... Wes did it. But it's okay. Honest. Wes just loses his temper... loses control of it I guess would be a better way of putting it.” Nolan looked everywhere in the room, but at her, his head hung low. He was nervous that he had said the wrong thing. “I won't let Wes hurt you.”

Lily's heart melted along with her irritation at Nolan's last words. She felt her cheeks heat and she couldn't stop from leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the cheek.

“Thank you Nolan.”

His skin felt hot again. His whole body warmed. His heart sped up in response to her light kiss. Nolan suddenly thought of how hot he would feel if she kissed other parts of his body. His cock twitched in agreement.

“Uh, um... your welcome... Lily... um... I have to go to the... bathroom now... I'll be back.”

He separated from her and bolted down the hall. He moved past Kitty trying to hide his burning face. On top of that, he almost ran smack into Deimeon, who came into the room rubbing his cheek. Deimeon chuckled to himself as Nolan ran passed him. He easily smelt Nolan's arousal.

“What the fuck is his problem now?” Haven asked. “Are the Teletubbies in his head singing to him or sum' thing?”

Deimeon frowned. “Ah no, I'm not sure what set him off this time.”

Haven sunk deeper into the recliner as he sipped on a Budweiser. “Forget him D,” He answered. “Look the games on. Come sit next to me.”

Deimeon looked over at Haven, then at Kitty. He smiled at her and sat next to her. Haven raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He let out a half snort, half laugh. He continues watching the television.

“Pussy whipped.” He grumbled.

Haven then berated himself. He felt the same way himself. He cleaned all his clothes, showered everyday, and shaved every morning only leaving his dark thin goatee. It wasn't like him at all. He hadn't met with much success in getting Cherish to notice him, but when he was around her he felt like he needed to groom himself. She was so high class and he was so... not.

Shrugging his thoughts off, he went back to concentrating on the football game that was on the television. He glanced over at the other one that Nolan and Lily were playing every so often, but only on commercials.

Kitty nonchalantly watched Haven as she milked her cup of Chai tea. Her nightly ritual before she brushed her teeth and called it a night. She had noticed a change in Haven since the Suicide Angels joined the tour. He was cleaner and even from her spot next to Deimeon she could smell his aftershave.

What has gotten into him? She thought

He hadn't really changed much, except for his personal hygiene. She wondered what had set this new habit into motion. It was very unusual for Haven. He always smelt like a dumpster. It was a nice change.

“Hey Haven?” There's no harm in asking. She added mentally.

“Hm?” He grunted in response, eyes still on the T.V. Screen.

“What's up with the new found cleanliness?”

“Don't know what your talkin' bout.” Kitty giggled at him.

“Your cologne smells nice. What is it?” She asked sweetly.

“My ass.”

Kitty raised an eyebrow at him. She bit back a smile and decided to go out on a limb and see what his response would be in reply. After all she had caught him watching Cherish a few times when he thought no one was looking.

“I'm sure Cherish will love it.” She responded, draining her cup.

“Why the hell would I care 'bout that short pompous bitch?” Haven immediately regretted the comment as he realized Lily was still in the room. He cursed under his breath. “Cuz ya know, who the hell cares what anyone thinks?” God there was no way he could cover that one.

Kitty was right. The fact that she had got more of a response then a short answer proved that Cherish was his interest. Kitty saw that Lily was glaring at Haven. Kitty decided to smooth over the comment and safe Haven's sorry ass.

“Don't worry about it Lily. Haven's an ass to everyone. He likes to call me a stripper slut because I use to be one. He doesn't mean anything by it, besides being an ass.” Kitty replied as she put her cup in the sink.

“Yep.” Haven added. “That's me. Just... dickin' around. No offense intended.”

Deimeon's mouth dropped. Haven never took back anything he said and he usually always had something negative to say. He just couldn't believe this. After what Victoria did to Haven, Deimeon never thought he would see the day that Haven would fall for someone else.

“Holy crap. You like Cherish.” Deimeon blurted out.

Kitty's musical laughter filled the room as her twinkling forest green gaze landed on Deimeon from across the room. The lead singer could be so slow at times. She would think with all his nifty tricks he had, he would have been able to figure this one out sooner.

“Wow Deimeon. You're a little slow on the uptake.” Lily's jaw dropped as her brown eyes snapped to Haven.

Haven stood up suddenly, spilling his beer. “No!” He yelled. “I do not!” He extended his pointer finger from the same hand that held his giant beer can and pointed straight at Deimeon. “You need to shut the hell up you Casanova! I could say a lot about you in front of your love interest that would make her want to stay at least three hundred feet away from you.”

Deimeon smiled. He knew exactly what Haven was talking about. The thing was Kitty already know everything, so Deimeon continued wearing a sly grin on his face. This was going to be extremely entertaining.

“Oh so you admit it?” He teased. “Cherish is your love interest.”

Haven's face turned red, though Deimeon wasn't sure if it was from anger of embarrassment. Kitty laughed as she went to Deimeon's side and wrapped an arm around his waist. She placed her other hand on his chest and gave Lily a wink.

“Now, now Deimeon. We shouldn't tease the poor man. We should just be happy for him and wish him luck.” She reprimanded in a sugar coated voice.

Haven scowled at the two and growled in frustration. “Ya two ain't worth my time.” He snapped. Haven threw the beer can in the trash and stomped past them.

“Good luck Haven!” Deimeon called after him.

Haven flipped him off just before he disappeared in his room, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed off the walls on the bus, which was followed by Kitty's laughter.

Deimeon chuckled to himself, wrapping his own arm around Kitty. Suddenly Deimeon's smile faded. He got a familiar cold tingling in his spine. The shadow children were near. He was positive. He knew this feeling too well to be mistaken. Why now of all times? Nolan finally came back out from the bathroom and Deimeon got up and met him half way across the room.

“Nolan,” He whispered. “I need you to take Lily to your room. Something bad is outside. Real bad. I might have to... turn beast.” Nolan's eyes widened for a second as he comprehended. He nodded.

“Lily,” He went to her side. “Want to... go to my room?”

Lily shook off her confusion and surprise of what just occurred and glanced up at Nolan. She nodded and stood to her feet. When she got next to him, she looked up into his evasive eyes.

“Are you okay?” She inquired softly.

“Yeah.” He responded softly. “I'm just tired. Ready for bed.”

Oh god, this meant he was going to sleep with that intoxicating lavender smell filling his nostrils? Or her small, soft, warm body filling the empty side of his queen size bed? He swallowed hard. It was going to be a long night.

Lily blushed a vibrant red that colored her whole face. Did this mean she was sleeping with him, in his bed? She didn't know if she was quite ready for that step yet. She was a twenty one year old virgin and she didn't know if she wanted to throw it away on a whim. Not until she was sure she was in love with Nolan.

“May... Maybe I should sleep on the couch.” She stuttered.

“Lily please.” Nolan begged.

“We're going to watch porn.” Deimeon blurted out hoping it would deter the shy woman into going with Nolan. “It's going to be super dirty porn with lots of hardcore elements and lots of multiple sex action.”

“OMG!” Lily squeaked. She latched onto Nolan's arm, her face going even redder then before if it was actually possible. “I... I'd love... to see your room, Nolan.” She sputtered.

As the two walked down the hall, Deimeon opened on of the windows of the bus. He pulled himself up and out so that he was sitting on the window sill. His legs still in the bus and his upper body he pulled against the side of the outside of the bus. He glanced at the bus behind them. The one with the remaining Suicide Angels.

He would have to pull himself up before anyone in the bus following behind saw what he was doing. He caught sight of a black form moving along the other bus side and creeping under it. Damn it! They were already here. Deimeon grabbed the side of the bus and got ready to pull himself up on top.

Kitty popped open the window next to Deimeon and stuck her head out. The wind instantly sent her hair whipping around her face. She ignored it, looking up at Deimeon. His face was hard in concentration as he watched the other bus.

“What are you doing, Deimeon?” Her voice was laced with uncertainty.

Something wasn't right. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. She could feel the icy fingers gripping at her spine. She thought she saw something black moving along the other bus, but told herself she was probably seeing things. She hoped that's all it was.

“Babe, you need to get back inside, it's dangerous.” He ordered. “I'll have to explain later, but you have to-”

Deimeon's words broke off as Black forms appeared from the darkness and tackled him. Deimeon tumbled out and off the bus into the darkness. Kitty's heart leap into her throat.

“DEIMEON!”