We Could Not Meet

AN: Okay, I know I'm doing a really bad job of keeping up with this, but hell... I only get to write between classes which gives me about fifteen minutes at most. I'm trying my best and it's my spring break this week, so I promise that I'll get another chapter out by the end of the week. I'll be less stressed (to an extent), and slightly less busy so I'll have time to devote to this story.

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Oh my god! I'm sorry, I didn't realize it didn't take the rest of my chapter. There really was an update there, it just didn't post that part of it. I'm so so so sorry!!

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The person who answered the door was not Azrael, but a good-looking male about twenty-five years old. I felt a pang of jealousy and insecurity as he hesitantly admitted me. I could tell he had no idea who I was, and the feeling was mutual. I hesitated before speaking, “I need to speak to Azrael. Is he here?” I kept my voice firm though I certainly did not feel that way. This man was a vampire, judging by his pale skin and the fangs peeking out of his lips when he smiled, and I was a mortal—not a great combination, especially not when I could practically see the hunger in his eyes.

He nodded a little, responding, “he’s in his room. You’ll have to knock hard to wake him, he sleeps deeply during the day…” I only nodded, walking past the other and to my lover’s bedroom. I knocked on the door, calling his name.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I groaned in frustration at the pounding. I could not help but roll over, burying my head under the pillows in hopes of drowning out the sound—but then I heard the voice and sat bolt upright. I glanced at my clock, frowning. Luc should have been in English at the moment, not knocking on my door.

I clambered clumsily out of my bed, unlocking the door and admitting my lover. I knew something was very wrong the moment I saw the puffy redness around his eyes. I closed and locked the door behind him, guiding the boy to my bed. I sat down, wrapping my bare arms around his waist, pulling him down onto my lap. “Luc, what happened?” I asked softly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

He did not answer me immediately; instead, he was quiet for a moment before countering with a question. “Who was that?”

I frowned, “his name is Victor and I’m training him. I would never cheat on you if that’s what you’re worried about.” I shifted, moving to kiss him but he pulled away. Again, with more urgency, I asked, “what happened?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as I heard his answer, I felt guilty for ever suspecting him of infidelity—of course Rae would never cheat on me. I longed to taste his lips, to feel the silky smoothness against mine, it would be so comforting…but, I could not. Not yet. Not until I had shared what had happened.

I bit my lip, dreading telling him but knowing I had to eventually. I could already feel tears welling up as I spoke. “I… told you that the kids at school were getting more physical…” I started, already noticing the anger flickering in his eyes from where I sat, straddled on his lap. “Two of them… they… uh…” Fuck, here come the waterworks, I could not help but think. I was upset, but who could blame me? I leaned forward, resting my face against my lover’s cool chest so I did not have to look him in the eyes as I reluctantly continued, letting it come out in a single breath. “Theytrappedmeinthebathroomandforcedmetoopenmymouthsooneofthemcouldfuckit.” I closed my eyes tightly, letting tears trail briefly down my cheeks—hey, I never said I was an emotionally strong person—waiting to hear his reaction.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The way he started, I knew it would be bad. Mentioning the boys who had been teasing him was not a good thing and I could already feel the anger and worry rise. He leaned forward, hiding his face from me and I frowned, arms wrapping a little tighter around his body.

Forced me to open my mouth so one of them could fuck it… My entire world stopped for a second at those words, which kept repeating in my head. Someone had hurt… had used my Lucas. The warm wetness on my chest set things spinning again and I hugged Luc closer. One hand reached up, stroking his hair to calm him. “I’ll kill them,” I hissed angrily, more to myself then to my lover, though I felt him tense slightly at the words.

After a long while, he drew back, looking up at me. His eyes were reddened from crying once more. “You can’t kill them, yanno,” he murmured quietly. I sighed, he was right after all.

“But… I can teach them a lesson they’ll never forget…” I responded softly, “No-one hurts you and gets away with it.” I caught a bit of a smile on his lips, so I immediately leaned forward, pressing mine against his, relieved when he kissed back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I smiled at his threat; the possessiveness of the words was nice. I kissed back contently, feeling much better that Azrael was not upset with me or turned off at the idea that I was dirty. I shifted, kissing him again before drawing back for the second time.

“Rae… I just felt the need to tell you. And I needed to feel your arms around me. I should go home.” I did not want to leave him but I had to. “I told the school I was sick… because I was. They’ll probably call my mum and I have to be home before her.” I sighed, leaning forward to kiss him one last time. “I love you…” I whispered quietly, sliding from his lap.

I felt bad for waking him as I turned towards the door so I could leave. I glanced back once I had unlocked the door and smiled. “Tomorrow?” I questioned, relieved at the affirmative nod. After that, I left. I nodded a farewell to Victor before walking slowly towards my home. I would tell my mother that the food had made me ill, I decided by the time I reached home, slipping in and wishing for it to be the next day.