I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'


1. 'I got the job!'

Five years passed. I was twenty two, and moving on with my life. Reuben was a Demon, dead to the world, but never dead to me. Quite a few things told me he was not coming back. The first time he left, my second Guardian Angel didn't jump in, because he was coming back. Plus, there's the whole thing about him being shot, basically in front of me.

Damien and I were together for four years, right up until we were twenty one. He then proposed, and I agreed. God knows why. Damien never let me slip into depression again, he was always there for me, risking anything to make me happy. I loved him, but not like I had loved Reuben. They had the same blue eyes, like all Angel's, but Damien's didn't quite have that spark. Nonetheless, Reuben's not coming back again.

I heard the front door close, and quickly bounded down the stairs. We were living together in a semi-detached house, which we both contributed towards. As I skidded down the hall, I saw Damien standing there, taking off his coat, and hanging it on the coat rack. I leapt the rest of the way, straight into Damien's arms.

"Someone missed me," he laughed, picked me up, and spun me around, like they do in the movies.

"I have big news!" I squeaked, as he put me down.

"What?" his eyes shone, almost like Reuben's... not quite.

"I got the job! You know, the one in the Gallery!" I'd applied to work in the local art gallery, organising exhibitions and events and stuff.

Damien was already working as a full time solicitor. The only reason I'd missed him so much, was because I was scared to be alone. Scared that all of the nightmares would come back. All of the depression... I couldn't bare to go through that again. Selfish, I know.

"Congratulations, Tori!" he hugged me tightly, and he had almost perfected the cinnamon scent of Reuben. Almost.

"So, how was work?" I asked, making idle conversation.

"Same as always," he shrugged, like defending people in court was no big deal, "Oh, by the way, Ollie's coming over, any minute now."

"'Kay... Hide the food," I laughed, remembering Ollie's previous visits.

He practically always demolished the cupboards, leaving nothing but crumbs. Then again, they were quite scarce after he'd seen to it. Ollie had a perfect career, doing exactly what he wanted to do. Lead singer, and guitar player, of a hit boy band. They weren't huge, but had managed to become Youtube famous. I also got recognised in the streets, as Ollie Hills' twin sister. Ollie had also managed to get a girlfriend, a girl who was a big fan of their band. She was perfect for him, she really was.

"He's bringing Mollie, so he may contain himself," Damien laughed.

We always laughed at Mollie and Ollie, over how ironic their names were. It was kind of cute though, how you could say either one of their names, and they'd both respond. 

"Oh, good, she's supposed to be helping me find a wedding dress," Damien's eyes lit up when I said that, like they always did whenever I brought up our wedding.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Damien answered it, his arm wrapped around my waist. We greeted them both with hugs, and once again, I was taken aback by Mollie's beauty. She was an exact replica of Bella, only shorter, plus her hair was bright red, obviously dyed. As for Cade and Bella, they got married the previous year, and were expecting a baby any time soon.

"We'll leave you two to dinner," I giggled, slinging my handbag over my shoulder.

"Tori! I can't cook!" Ollie whined.

"Damien can, do what he says," I shut the door behind Mollie and I, cutting off any further protests.

It was more likely that they'd each get a beer, and watch the reruns of football games. We got into my car, and I pulled away, heading for the main part of the city. 

"I can't wait!" Mollie squeaked, getting really excited.

"I know! My dress needs to be something similar to yours though," I contemplated.

Of course, Mollie was my maid of honour. It took a lot to decide between her and Bella. In the end, Bella even declined my offer of bridesmaid, because of her swollen belly. She would be coming, but she didn't want all eyes on her.

"Well, your theme is red, and my dress is red, so you could get a white dress with a red waistband, or something," Mollie mused, coming up with extravagant dresses in her mind. 

Everything was organised, except for my dress. The wedding was exactly one month away. The venue, the cake, the after party, the guests, everything. I'd left Damien to organise the honeymoon, mainly because he wouldn't let me do it. He said he wanted it to be a surprise. 

"Sounds good," I pulled up to a free parking space, and we started roaming the shops.

After two hours, I came across a dress that I absolutely fell in love with. It was strapless, and dark red, almost scarlet. Around the waist, there was a band of rhinestones, which lead off to a shower of them down the rest of the red, silk part. One area of the red was split, up the leg, revealing a white, more wedding like dress underneath. It was honestly beautiful. 

With Mollie's, and a shop assistant's help, I managed to try it on. It fitted perfectly, curving my body nicely. I didn't think twice, before buying it. 

Ollie burnt EVERYTHING. Takeaway? Damien texted me.

We'd just gotten in the car, the dress in a large, white box, on the back seat. I replied, telling him that we'd get it. 

Taking our time, we went through some jewellery shops, and picked up the perfect accessories. I got diamond earrings, which were fairly large, a pair of matching bracelets, one for each wrist, and a necklace. The necklace was also quite big, covering a fair amount of my chest. Since the dress covered my feet, I was just going to wear a pair of silver high heels I got quite a while ago.

I'd planned to have my hair done professionally, in a side bun, but not too tight. Loose enough so you could see the curls, but tight enough so it stayed in place. Make-up was easy. Just mascara, eye liner, foundation and red lipstick.




Woo, first chapter! I actually made a trailer, so check it out? Thanks to everyone who reads/likes/faves/comments this Movella! Enjoy the conclusion of this trilogy!! Well, to be honest, I want to write a fourth one, but I can't, because there'd be nothing to write about... Ah well.

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