~~Young~~

Chapter Nineteen

   He had said he didn’t belong in heaven, but never had she considered the alternative. Hell, he was from hell, lived in hell, sent people to hell. He wasn’t an angel, he was a demon.  

   But Gage wasn’t going to let her get away from him that easily. And as all that was running through her mind he grabbed her and pulled her body to his, crushing a kiss to her lips and making all those thoughts disappear.

   Just like Death had said.

   Sera gave as good as she got, letting the rough kiss be as it was. Because it was what they both needed just then. No sweet pecks on the lips or the cheeks, no adoring kisses to the forehead as he held her close. No they both needed the other to show just how desperate they were to be with the other, the aggression that said that they would fight to be with other no matter the circumstances.

   “I know what you were thinking beauty,” he whispered against her lips as he pulled away, “and I would rather die than see that fear in your eyes again.”

   “But, if you’re a demon,” she frowned and searched his face, “demons only wish harm.”

   “I am a demon Sera, no ifs about it. And for all of eternity you can be sure as long as you are by my side harm is the last thing that will ever fall on you. And never, never, by my hands.”

   He…wanted her for eternity?

   “Gage,” she paused and swallowed, her face still only inches from his, “Gage do you…do you know what love is?”

   It was his turn to frown, but it was the playful curiosity that lit his face that made her think in this instance Death had been wrong.

   “I’ve heard of it,” he began, but just then the intercom began buzzing.

   Three short bursts, then a long hum…

   “Who the hell could that be?” Gage grumbled and released Sera as the sounds of fists thumping on wood broke up the pulsating sound. 

   He walked up to the door carefully, one hand held behind him gesturing for Sera to stay back.

   Was…was Gage’s hand glowing…blue?

   The buzzing of the intercom became more insistent, a voice now accompanying the sound.

   “Come on Sera answer the god damned door! I know you’re in there!”

   It was Chelsea!

   Sera pushed around Gage and went tearing towards the door. She flipped the two deadbolts turned the knob and was about to throw the door open when Gage thunked a palm against it. Shutting it tight almost before Sera had the chance to see Chelsea’s bespectacled and exhausted- and confused as the door shut on her- expression.

   “What did you do that for?” Sera shouted at him.

   “You can’t let her in,” he shook his head solemnly.

   “Why not?” she demanded, her words echoed by Chels from the other side of the door.

   Gage glared at the door for a moment, not happy with the double team apparently though it was Sera only he answered, “Because she’s here to find out what’s going on, with you.”

   “And?” she looked up to him skeptically.

   “And what?” he met her expression.

   “And why does that mean she can’t come in?”

   “I’m not here to hurt her, or you or anyone else in there,” Chels called through the door, “not intentionally at least. Though I should kill Sera for what’s she’s put me through these last twenty-four hours,” she muttered loud enough that even Sera had no problem hearing her.