The Alliance Book 2

Chapter 20 - To the fallen angels pt2

Chapter 20 To the fallen angels pt2

Fallen angels.Chakra Instrument. Piece of cake. This could be done, if anyone could convince them to help us extract  Bronx from Ambrose’s body than it was me. If they didn’t see to reason, then I’d make them see to reason. It was as simple as that. Only when did I get more pushy and fierce? I suppose when parts of myself found their way back to me and not to mention Ambrose, if I had known when I first saw him and not recognizing him what he meant to me - I would have done what we did more times because if this mission was a fail and we couldn’t get Bronx out, well, the alternative wasn’t much of an alternative to me.

As I looked up from the parchment paper the Oracle had given me, she was already gone. Perseus came over as did Dalton and Emmaline who seemed a little under the weather right now.

“So what do we do now?” Perseus asked me, as though he needed to ask.

“Obviously we go find these fallen angels.” I crossed my arms, debating on how soon we could have everything packed and ready to go.

Dalton had his thinking face on, and somehow I knew this wasn’t a good thing. “ If we go to see the Fallen Angels- assuming they help us, Bronx will be gone completely. I hate to say this but he’s the only one of us connected to the wolves, we’ll have one hell of a time finding your brother’s child without him.”

Crap. I’d forgotten about that. I didn’t want Bronx in Ambrose’s damn body, but I guess he was safe in there -in a strange way. I gulped, knowing I already hated this. If something bigger seemed to threaten the world than that was a higher priority than getting rid of Bronx. I glanced over to Bronx who had a smug expression on his face, this made me sick to my stomach having him in there. I wanted to go be in Ambrose’s arms and I hated that he was right here but so far away all at once. I got my game face on and strutted over towards Bronx and striked Ambrose’s beautiful cheek before grinning in satisfaction.

“Since you’re possessing him, I hope that hurt.”

I turned back and looked over at Dalton, since he was calling the shots. I wasn’t in any kind of position right now to be doing that.

“Alright so what’s the game plan, how are we doing this?” I asked Dalton who looked as unsure as I was about this whole thing.

Bronx let out a laugh. “Well untie me and we can get the ritual started.”

“I want to do some research on this before we start anything, I can’t say I trust him very much.” Emmaline was speaking to Dalton and glanced back towards me to see what I thought about this.

“All we need is myself and her blood, there’s nothing complicated about it.” Bronx didn’t want to be tied up anymore than we wanted him around. I can’t believe I almost trusted the creep, talk about a lapse in judgement.  

“Tomorrow is fine.” I shot Bronx a disapproving look before going outside to get some fresh air, being in a small hotel room with this lot proved to be hard work and frustrating.

I shut the door behind me and sat on the step and let out a long frustrated sigh. I didn’t want to go find this potential baby that would kill off our kind, I wanted to be selfish and get Ambrose back. I at least deserved that given all this total bullshit I’ve sacrificed and for what exactly? Hell, there was likely more that I couldn’t remember. I heard the door creak open and saw Dalton watching me curiously.

“Well don’t stare, come sit already.” I scooched over a little, making room for Dalton to come sit next to me.

“You do seem more like yourself.” He smiled wryly at me.

“It’s weird, I don’t remember everything in detail but I feel everything- or like the impact of everything.” I leaned against Dalton with ease as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Do you want some help with the details bit?” Dalton asked while half chuckling.

“Sure.” I closed my eyes feeling safe, this wasn’t like with Ambrose but it was almost as nice. Dalton had to have meant a lot to me because I just felt it inside.

“You were a fire cracker when I met you. Outspoken, unafraid of anything.....you reminded me a lot of myself when I was younger....human. I remember you in the meeting there were hundreds of hunters and our kind and you dare challenge Alistair’s decision to have us work together -you were something fierce I tell ya.” He paused and I could feel him smiling at the memory.

I couldn’t picture me being that outspoken but I suppose it was possible, I was extremely determined to remember everything so I could probably go from one extreme to another.

“It’s not a bad thing, you were trying to look out for your people.” He added in a soft tone, almost reading my thoughts.

“I guess I wasn’t all bad.” I gave out a small laugh when Dalton placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards him supportively.

“I liked you pretty well the moment I met you, you may have been naive but you always rose to the occasion. Like when I was first assigned to watch over you, you annoyed me to shit.” Dalton laughed much more heartily.

“I couldn’t have been that bad.” I protested, offended that he had called me annoying.

“You called us your babysitters, constantly called me mate and dodged me at every turn. I suppose it could have been worse. You saved my life, you know.”

I wished I remembered more. “Keep going.” I nudged him to continue the story of my heroism.

“You never rested with the hunting, as far as what I’ve gathered every night whether you had a mission or not you went hunting. Killing one more monster and saving one more life, you convinced me to come with you one night. We were in the heart of downtown near a club, you said something that to this day I still laugh about-”

I had to interrupt him. “What was it that I said?”

Dalton glared at me with the “do not interrupt me” eyes. “You asked if when I look at you if I wanted to just gobble you up.”

I couldn’t help the snort that erupted out of me, followed by a ton of laughter. That was the stupidest thing I think I ever heard but it was hilarious.

“You think that’s hilarious? That question was followed by asking my take on Dracula.” Dalton shook his head with a grin that sided from ear to ear. Thinking about Dracula and our kind and how inaccurate the two were was beyond insane. Mind you I was a human back then.

“We unexpectedly cut into a meet up with werewolves and someone who was working from the inside. Long story short, I was shot through the heart and even though I tried to stop you- you wouldn’t let me die. I suppose the idea of plunging my fangs into your wrist were terrifying but you wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Dalton patted my back and it was almost as if on cue that I had the flashback from what Dalton was talking about.

Kovacs. He was working with them, I sensed he was dead now. I was shot and thanks to Dalton pushing me aside he saved me and it cost him a bullet in the heart. I couldn’t help but frown in disgust with myself. I was reckless and weak, they got away and Dalton almost died. I stood up feeling a large amount of anger sweep through me. I held out my hands with an antsy feeling coming over me, I just wanted to get it all out and instead fire shot out of my hands completely leaving one of the cars in the parking lot engulfed in flames. I couldn’t stop staring in disbelief but a calming feeling came over me but those flames kept me watching in awe.

“Trinity are you out of your mind? The last thing we need is civilian cops and what not snooping around here.” Dalton stood in front of me practically shaking me but nothing could snap me out of it.

“You lied to me.” I mumbled under my breath, not breaking contact with the beautiful swaying of the flames that danced around while distorting the metal until it was unrecognizable.

“What are you talking about?” Dalton squinted his eyes wondering what the heck was wrong with me, he wasn’t the only one.

“You were shot because I wasn’t rational or smart, I was impulsive and driven by some disgusting urge to wipe them all off the earth. I’m a hazard to anyone that comes into contact with me.” This was it. This was the epiphany I waited for, showing flashbacks of everyone that ended up hurt or dead because of me.

My actual father wouldn’t have died if it weren’t for Tristan and myself, I could have saved Tristan but apart of me didn’t want to try. Alistair died because I wasn’t able to save him and Gabe died specifically to save myself. Onya’s death was my fault, Perseus turning was my fault, Violet’s death- my fault. I needed to right all these wrongs, I needed to detach myself completely but I can’t lose my feelings. Instead I’ll let them drive me. I’ll let them punish me until I’ve made up for every life I’ve lost.

Tears were streaming down my face, I didn’t care what anyone thought or said- it was the truth. It was what I spent all this time trying to hide from and avoid. No more, I will save Ambrose - kill this child that threatens to end us all and then we’re going to find Alistair’s brother and make him understand that he needs to the run the Alliance because everyone’s fate depends on that.  Dalton was shaking me muttering words I couldn’t hear. Suddenly I snapped out of my daze to find him looking utterly spent.

“Trinity. You can’t believe that. I chose to go with you, no one made me. You can’t possibly blame yourself, if you want somebody to blame- blame those bastards that are out trying to make our races extinct.” Dalton lowered his  head so his eyes could meet with mine.

I didn’t believe him, not for a second. I met his eyes anyways and nodded.  “You’re right.”

I forced a smile and decided to head back inside. Everyone was drained and exhausted, Emmaline was passed out sitting at a table with some books open, Perseus had moved Bronx into the bathroom- still strapped to the chair while Perseus stood guard inside. Dalton looked like he was on the verge of passing out which for vampires meant that he was hungry and had gone several days without sleep or feeding. This was my chance, I could make a clean escape and even though I felt bad- somewhere deep down I felt like I needed to do this. I didn’t want to hold them back or be foolish and endanger what little friends I had left.

“I’m headed down the street to find food.” I whispered to Dalton.

“Want me to come with?” He wasn’t in any condition to do anything until he rested.

“Nope. Lay low, you’re beat. I’ll bring some grub back.” I forced a smile.

He nodded. “Don’t be long. It’s not safe to be out on your own for long, even if you can barbecue your enemy.”

I grabbed the keys to the Toyota and laughed. “ I’m just going to check in on Bronx quickly.” I still wasn’t going to get used to the idea that he overtook Ambrose’s body.

I always pictured Ambrose as sort of invincible and to see him like that....... really made me see things in a different light. I walked into the bathroom and saw Perseus standing next to Bronx with his arms folded, he looked like stone- completely and utterly unmoveable.

“I want to have a word with Bronx- alone.” I mimicked Perseus’ hard look. He nodded then left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Bronx smirked, or well Ambrose did.

“All you need is my blood to track down this baby?” I asked as I bent over and made sure I was talking low enough that the others wouldn’t pick up.

“Yes.” He looked at me with a bored expression.

I rummaged through the shelving in the bathroom and yup, of course syringes. Whoever had been here last time had left their drug kit behind.  I would have settled for a blade but this was even better, opening one of the packages of the syringes  I injected it directly into my forearm and when I found the vein I pulled out enough blood to fill the syringe.

Placing a cap on the needle I tucked it into Bronx’s front pocket, looking around there was Emmaline’s bag that I quickly went through and grabbed a scrap piece of paper and pen and started jotting down my apology.

‘Sorry for bailing. I’m off to find the watchers, but here’s my blood and find that kid I’ll meet up with you guys once I have one of them with me. I also have Emmaline’s cell for emergency. See you guys in a bit.
-Trinity.’

I rolled the syringe up with the note and placed it back into the front pocket and smirked at Bronx as he continued to watch me eyefully.

“They’ll kill you before you even have a chance to open your mouth.” He muttered still unamused, trying to rile me up so I’ll untie him to beat him up.

“Nice try, I recognize a ploy when I see one.” I was headed closer to the door and he began to laugh.

“Yes but it’s true. Fallen angels aren’t particularly fond of Nephilim, in fact if they kill you- they absorb your powers. I believe they have more to gain by killing you than you do to risk your life for dear Ambrose.” Bronx lifted his chin so our eyes could meet.

“Stay here, you could have a fully delicious life with me. I swear I’m not all bad.” Bronx licked his lips while eying my chest.

I smirked at him, mostly annoyed but I strutted towards him nice and slow and sat on top of him before I brought my lips down to his briefly and brushed up against his.

“Yeah?” I mumbled under my breath.

He groaned from the close contact, I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.

“When I get you out of Ambrose’s body- and I will,  I will fuck him every way until I’m too sore and swollen to move, and then once I regain my strength which shouldn’t take more than a few hours- I’ll do it all over again until we are both covered in sweat, blood and each other’s juices.” I paused and licked my lips before continuing.

“Then when I’m done I’ll take a moment and feel real fucking sorry for you.” I giggled slightly causing Bronx’s blissful expression to fall into one of sheer anger.

Only for a split second I saw a flicker in his eyes and all I saw was Ambrose, I knew he was in there because right then I felt him. This made me smile of course all this sex talk would get him fighting Bronx even harder. This made me happy and sad all at once, I knew once all this was over and done with I would keep my distance because the word immortal didn’t really seem fit given everything. The irony that Ambrose had pushed me away to keep me safe and now I would be doing the same for him.

I grabbed a pair of socks in the duffel bag on the floor and made a gag for Bronx so he didn’t go running his mouth before I was a good ways away. I patted him on the head before muttering ‘good boy’ and walked out. Perseus was sitting with his back pressed against the wall and his head tilted back with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful and angelic, I couldn’t help but take a longer look than necessary. Apart of me- a small part of me felt something for Perseus but it wasn’t that strong, epic love. Maybe more along the lines of respect and a love for as a person because let’s face it, asides from his temper he was something else.

Before I pulled my eyes away from him, his lids opened and he grinned at me.

“Be careful.” He smiled like it was some kind of secret between us. He knew, maybe he had overheard our conversation?

“That bond thing, isn’t entirely gone on my side. I’d rather go with you to make sure you come back alive but-”

I didn’t have to think it over, I could use all the help I could get. “Alright. If you want to come, let’s get our asses on the road.” I spoke very low as I glanced towards Dalton who seemed to be talking on the phone.

We started to make our way towards the door and I went over to Dalton quickly.

“Perseus is coming too, you should call Balthazar to come help us with this.” I suggested, knowing full well there was another reason entirely that I wanted Balthazar here- to protect Emmaline and Dalton.

Dalton just nodded before continuing to speak to what sounded like Balthazar. I grinned before tugging Perseus behind me as we headed for our getaway vehicle. They still had that ugly maroon chevy and we needed GPS so  the toyota corolla it was.

“I feel guilty.” Perseus glanced back as we sped out of the parking lot.

“Why are you doing this?” I looked over quickly before returning to the windshield.

“Which part? Letting you escape or being the Thelma to your Louise?”  Perseus let out a half laugh but I felt like he wasn’t quite here voluntarily.

“ If it were you who was possessed I would do the same thing. I’m here right now because Dalton ordered me to come with you when you tried escaping.” He looked a little sad.

I felt my heart sink, Dalton knew. Of course Dalton knew- he was like the all knowing Dalton. I almost felt like smiling because apparently I was more predictable than I thought but that look on Perseus’ face made me feel horrible. He would have done the same if I were possessed, so his feelings were a little transparent at the moment and I didn’t know how to handle it.

“Perseus, I’m really-” I started to apologize and I felt the words I wanted to say suddenly get all complicated and jumbled. Perseus cut me off by placing his hand on my knee.

“Please don’t say you’re sorry. I really don’t want to talk about any of it okay? I knew I was falling in love with you and that you’d never completely be mine so it’s my problem.” Perseus’ tone was cold and he made it sound all so casual.

He was in love with me? Romantic feelings- apart of me knew that already. Loved? No wonder Ambrose and him wanted to kill each other, this made a big ass pout form on my face and I felt like shit. Utter shit.

“Don’t get all depressed on my account. You did me a favour, this whole celibate act was getting old. I look forward to once our lives go back to normal and rebounding.” He let out a playful laugh and I knew somewhere he meant that.

“Didn’t you and Onya?” I felt my invasion of privacy widen. Perseus gave me a funny look, as though he were surprised I remembered her.

“Never went that far but that’s none of your business, kind of like how you were dry humping our enemy isn’t any of mine.” Perseus gave me a criticizing look.

“Drop it, I was making a point AND it was not dry humping, I kissed him.” I would have folded my arms across my chest but driving with hands on the steering wheel was a better idea.

Perseus shrugged. Now that we were a safe distance from the hotel, I pulled out the paper with the address to where there fallen angels were and decided to log it into the GPS so we knew where the hell we were headed because no doubt it would be one hell of a drive over.

“Westmount, Montreal. That’s at least five hours from here.” Perseus glanced over stretching out as he extended his feet onto the dashboard and laid the car seat back to take a nap.