I Know You're There: Abducted Angels

*Sequel to I Know You're There, read that first*. Reuben and Tori have ran away. They've got a place to stay, and their fake ID's are working. The only thing is, Tori's 'abduction' story is currently the biggest segment of the news. Yep, Reuben is the World's most wanted. Nobody knows it's Reuben, though. Not only are the police after them, but there's a sick band of people, who want Angels. Not for good reasons, some for dissection, some for information. They're both after Reuben. But of course, there's more problems then that. Ex's, (new) family and money. But they're together, and that's all that matters... right?


2. 'Because you'll just end up getting hurt!'

It started raining once we were inside. The weather was pretty bad for September, but it didn't really matter. My Gran was talking to Reuben whilst I made us cups of tea in the kitchen. I think my Gran sent me to do that for a reason, probably so she could tell him something I shouldn't know. No doubt Reuben would tell me anyway. Or I would make him tell me.

Quickly, I removed the tea bags and left them on the draining board. The brown liquid trickled down the stainless steel, until it reached the miniature drain. It slipped down it, and was gone. Sighing, I held all three mugs between my hands, and carefully carried them through to the huge lounge.

Reuben looked paler than usual, his eyes widened in shock. My Gran looked solemn, and I pretended not to notice anything out of the ordinary. I knew I looked a mess from the two day trip, but I didn't really care. I set two of the mugs on the coffee table, and kept one in my hands. The warmth of it was comforting for a change. They had fallen silent, and I felt awkward, just standing in the middle of them, sitting in the armchairs.

Slowly, I walked over to the sofa, and perched on the edge. They looked away from me, and Reuben cleared his throat.

"So, what've I missed?" I asked, barely audible.

"Um... Nothing..." Reuben whispered.

The rain pelted against the window panes, sparkling from the streetlight outside. The room was fairly large, with a grand fireplace. It was one of my favourite rooms, but the cabin was my ultimate favourite.

"Tell me," I didn't ask, I demanded an answer.

"Tori, it doesn't-"

"Just tell me," I interrupted him.

My Gran stayed silent, letting Reuben fight this battle by himself. I knew I'd win this one. I was determined to find out what it was, and when I was determined, nothing could stop me.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and swallowed the annoyance he was developing, "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" I shifted slightly, and leant back. I needed to be comfortable, Reuben was a worthy competitor.

"Because you'll just end up getting hurt!" he whined, and I could tell he was close to giving in.

"How?" I hid my smug smile with my mug, knowing I was working on his last nerve.

"Physically," his anger disappeared, and he was just deadly serious.

Okay, so he wasn't going to give in. I huffed, and took a sip of the burning liquid. It sizzled all the way down my throat, and my eyes watered. I breathed in deeply through my nose, and out through my nose. It got even more awkward. So, if I knew something that they weren't going to tell me, then I could get hurt. That was really annoying, not knowing what it was.

The silence hung heavy, putting pressure on my shoulders, "So, you know the story?" I asked my Gran.

"Yes. You can stay here, there's a college just down the road you can go to," she nodded, and swallowed some of her tea.

"We'll get jobs, and pay you the rent-"

"Don't worry about it. The Government pay for it anyway, it doesn't matter," she waved it off, and placed her mug on the table.

"Thanks. We'll go take our stuff down to the cabin," I hopped up, in a better mood.

I put my mug with my Gran's, kissed her cheek, and grabbed Reuben's wrist. I dragged him outside, trying my best to shelter from the shower. We ran to his car, and pulled our stuff out of it. With quite a bit of difficulty, I wheeled my suitcase along the gravel, all the way down to the cabin. The door was unlocked, so I pushed it open with my elbow. Reuben followed me in, his duffell bag slung over his shoulder.

I absolutely loved the cabin. It was classically made of wood, and was super cosy. The room that you walk into is the living room. It had an armchair with a blanket overthrow, a suite, a log fire, old oil paintings on the walls, and a huge rug across the floor. A small bedroom was cut off from that, with one bed, a built in wardrobe, another rug, and a bedside table, completed with a lamp. Also cut off from the living room, was a joint kitchen and dining room. That didn't really matter, because we'd probably go up to the house for food. The bathroom was quite cute, with a bath joint with a shower, a sink and a loo. Everything about the cabin was wintery. Cushions, rugs and blankets were everywhere, making it all so perfect.

"What are you hiding from me?" I stopped in the doorway, so I was under shelter, and he was still in the rain.

"Tori! Let me in!" he whined.

"Not until you tell me," I spread my arms out, blocking all entrance.

His black hair was sticking to his forehead, and his clothes clung to his skin. He was actually drenched. I was almost soaked, but not quite.

"Tori..." he warned me.

"Reuben..." I copied his tone, and glared him down.

"I'm not going to tell you," he raised one eyebrow.

"Then I'm not letting you in," I smiled evilly.

He sighed, and shook his head. Not in a way that he was annoyed, in a way that I was missing the obvious. What was I missing?

He answered it for me. He shoulder the duffell bag properly, so it wouldn't fall off, and gave me one more chance. I just shook my head in response, and he laughed. Absolutely soaking wet, he wrapped his arms around my waist, not only getting me wet, but picking me up. He carried me into the living area, and gently put me down, closing the door behind him.

"That was mean," I pouted, and shivered.

"You were asking for it," he took his bag off his shoulders, and placed it on the floor.

"Well, now I'm freezing cold, and it's your fault," I huffed, turning my back on him.

I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist from behind me, and I tried to hide my smile.

"Forgive me?" he whispered, his warm, minty breath on my neck.

"Of course," I giggled, and I was so glad that those nine months were finally over.

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