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.'

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24. 'I Know You're There'

Reuben's POV

 

I could do this. I knew I could. I had no idea how, but I was going to do it. Sure, it was selfish, resurrecting Tori for my sake, but I was pretty sure she didn't want to die before she even hit twenty five. Especially since it was murder.

First of all, I had to get the lost of us out. That included a half-conscious couple, ten demons, Blake and Will, and my sister. Then of course, myself and Tori. Normally, I wouldn't really care if I got out alive, but I had to survive, otherwise I couldn't bring Tori back. Maybe Damien would, unless he was holding an undying grudge against her or something.

I'd kind of forgotten about Damien, we'd been away from him for so long. Actually, it wasn't that long, but it felt like forever. After he admitted to being gay, and having feelings for me, I'll admit, I found it a bit creepy. I wasn't a homophobic, but any man, with straight preferences would find that creepy. Plus, I still held a grudge against him, for everything he put us through, which was completely ridiculous. 

"How the hell are we supposed to find Raven, and the others?" I groaned, glancing down the corridor, trying to get my bearings.

"As if I'm going to know!" Blake hissed, nudging me forwards.

I took his gesture, and started jogging. Tori was in my arms, so I was scared to run, in case I bashed her around too much. The blood from her chest had cut off long ago, so she was stone cold, her skin a rich ivory, just like mine. Bile rose in my throat everytime I considered that it was my fault, which I knew it was. Yet, I was ashamed of my melt down. I should have been useful, not a messy pile of emotions. 

A faint crying echoed down the halls, and thank the lord that it was Raven... As sadistic as that sounds... Not that I want my sister crying... I mean... Yeah, never mind.

Gently, I picked up the pace, holding Tori as close to my chest as possible, to protect her fragile body. She was light, it scared me. I knew she was heavier than this; it made even more guilt knot up in my stomach. What if she'd lost too much blood, for me to save her?! 

As softly as I could, I passed her over, into Blake's arms, telling everyone to stop running. They all gave me 'are you crazy?' looks, as we'd just heard Raven down the corridor, but I had to help Tori. I pulled my shirt over my head, as ripped as it was, and pressed it to Tori's chest, where the wound was. Hopefully that would stop any further bleeding, and maybe just save her.

Gesturing for everyone to go ahead and find Raven, I took Tori back, lightly pressing my lips to her forehead. Her skin was ice cold, and I wanted to be sick. This wasn't right. She didn't deserve this. What kind of a Guardian Angel was I?! I wasn't particularly good with necromancy, either, so what if I mucked it up? I didn't want a repeat of what Victor Frankenstein did to his monster...

Dragging my thoughts out of the dark, I decided to go for a low blow, and allow the others to organise their own trip out. I wanted to get out earlier, and save Tori before it was too late, so that's exactly what I did. 

 

Tori's POV

 

It felt like I had a miniature caveman inside of my head, repeatedly pounding my temple with a club, for the fun of it. Make that ten million miniature cavemen - my headache was just that bad. So, I'd accepted that I was dead, but couldn't the damn headache go away? I didn't want to spend eternity lying here, with cavemen having a little party in my brain. 

"Did I do it?" a voice broke through beating, and instantly soothed my ache, as the voice was none other, than Reuben.

"If she wakes up, yes. If she doesn't, no," another voice pitched in, answering Reuben's question.

To be honest, I had no idea what they were talking about. After Reuben had his little meltdown, I completely blacked out, but I got my hearing back a few moments ago. That was something.

"Tori? Tori, can you hear me? Give me some kind of sign, if you can hear me," Reuben softly asked, his fingertip trailing the edge of my face.

Mustering all of my energy, I let a huff of air out through my nose. I had no idea whether it had worked or not, but judging by Reuben's reaction, it had worked.

"She can hear me!" he cheered, "Okay, I used necromancy to bring you back. Of course, raising the dead would result in the death penalty for us both, so if you wake up, you'll be a Guardian Angel, and I won't. If you don't wake up, I'll be a Guardian Angel, and you'll be... asleep."

If I was a Guardian Angel, and he wasn't, did that mean he was still a Demon? He could've at least explained that bit to me. For some reason, I wasn't even that shocked about being dead in the first place. It's not like we were all going to live for that much longer anyway, especially since they wanted to turn me into one of their little pieces of bait.

"C'mon, please wake up," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.

I didn't even take the words in, but my body seemed to, as my eyes shot open. So much for the gradual waking up, of the dead. Electric charges were jolting through my body, and I felt too alive. I hardly even had to breathe, but plenty of oxygen was getting to me. My vision was brilliant, I could even see that tiny dent on Reuben's left eyebrow, from when he was too tall for the door frame. Somehow, I could hear the rustling of leaves from a block away, and each drop of rain landing on the roof was deafening. 

"How do you feel?" Reuben asked, his voice too loud for me.

"Everything's... It's like... High definition..." I muttered, but it the words rolled off of my tongue easier than normal.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to that. Just the perks of being a Guardian Angel," he grinned, and I could see that his front-right tooth was slightly crooked, impossible for me to notice with my old vision.

That reminded me, if I was an Angel, what was he? Before I asked, I looked into his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of grey, not blue, nor green, just an icy, intriguing grey. It wasn't even a dull grey, like the tables we had in primary school, the grey was shining, maybe even silver. Whatever colour they were, it was my new favourite colour.

"What... What are you?" I asked, cupping his cheek with one hand, running my thumb under his eye.

"Human," he smirked, "But everything's blurry. I have no idea how you managed to put up with this all of the time. And I feel deaf. And everything takes so much effort to pronounce. I thought being supernatural was difficult..." he trailed off, frowning at himself. 

"Where's everyone else?" I asked, still studying his face. He looked so different, with this new light.

"Everyone's okay. Your brother is still pacing the hall downstairs, waiting for you, but you need to adjust before you see him," he quickly explained, his eyes never leaving mine, "You suit blue eyes."

A blush crept it's way onto my face, and I decided to just skip the subject, "So what do I have to do? Do I have to look after anyone?"

"Yeah, of course you do, being an Angel isn't all high def. eyesight, you have to work too," he leant backwards, and grabbed an envelope from the floor.

I squinted, and took in the room. It was the old house Reuben used to live in, except it had been renovated. Everything was painted neatly, and the furniture was all new. It looked really good, actually. Maybe Reuben was properly moving in here.

He passed me the envelope, and gestured for me to open it, "In there, is the file of the human you'll be looking out for, or maybe humans. Dependingly."

"Dependingly? Is that even a word?" I laughed slightly, pulling the files out of the A4 envelope. 

"... It is now," he smiled, "Who is it?"

Shaking my head in amusement, I unfolded the paper, and almost broke out into fits of laughter. The first file, was of nonetheless, Reuben Dane. I was looking after Reuben Dane. That, my friend, is priceless.

"Are you serious?" he took the file from me, glaring at his own file, "That picture of me is awful!"

It actually was. It looked like a prison mugshot, or something. His face was dead serious, his hair was slightly too long, and he adopted a perfect frown. 

"I don't even need a Guardian Angel!" he protested.

"I beg to differ," I burst out into the fits of giggles I was holding back.

Amusement was the last thing on Reuben's face, as he glared at me, lying on the floor, laughing so hard no noise came out. It would be a nice change, though, to take care of Reuben, instead of vice versa. I was no longer the damsel in distress. 

"Whatever. There's another file in there," he mumbled.

Containing myself, I unfolded it, and any sense of humour vaporised. It was Damien Hunter. I thought he was an Angel, also? This didn't make any sense...

"How..." I murmured, handing it over to Reuben.

"Oh, Damien's a human too. He, um... He killed his Angel, so he's just human..." Reuben awkwardly explained, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the situation.

"Oh..." panic started filling me, and I didn't know why.

"Hey, are you okay?" Reuben asked, placing a hand on my back, comfortingly.

"I'm panicking... And I don't know why," I scowled, fidgeting.

"That means either Damien or I is in trouble. And it's clearly not me," he told me.

"How do I find him?" I asked.

"Just follow your instinct," he instructed, standing up with me.

Together, we walked downstairs, and out into the cold air. The other person who was with Reuben earlier was no longer around. To be honest, I didn't really care about that. I understood what Reuben meant, by following my instinct, because it felt like my heart needed to go back to the old house Damien and I shared. Whatever he'd done to get himself in trouble, I wouldn't be happy about it.

"So, see you later?" Reuben casually suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets, to keep himself warm. I didn't feel the cold... Perks of being an Angel.

"Yeah, see you later," I smiled.

"Don't worry about Ollie, I'll take care of him. As for you, go save Damien's butt," Reuben lightly pecked my lips.

I didn't let him go, and pulled him into a deeper kiss. A smile played with his lips, as he kissed me back, stooping slightly, as I was still quite small. The electricity running through me earlier, had nothing on what I was experiencing as I kissed him. I didn't know what radioactivity was, but that had to be a close second. 

"I still plan to marry you, by the way," he told me, breathless from the long kiss.

I smirked, remembering the time when he passed out on me, telling me he wanted to save the Angels, and that he wanted to marry me.

"Well, I'm stuck with you, a while longer."

"Yep, you're my Angel, you've got to take care of me," he kissed me once more.

"Don't worry, I'll always be here," I turned on my heel, and started walking away, heading to where my heart was telling me to go.

With my new, immense hearing skills, my ears managed to pick up what Reuben then whispered under his breath, "Yeah... I know you're there... You always are."

 

A/N

And that is the final chapter of IKYT. *Sobs*.

BUT I HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS!

I can't end this without a epilogue. Everything needs an epilogue, and I Know You're There is no exception. So, I will be posting an epilogue :)

Also, if you want to write some one-shots on I Know You're There, feel free, and please leave the link to it (if you do) in the comments, because I'd love to read them. It could be on Tori and Reuben, or Tori and Damien, if you preferred them as a couple. Maybe even Damien and Reuben if you wanna swing that way. There's also Ollie, Mollie, Raven, and Shane. Maybe even about Drake, up in heaven. Or you could write about why Tori just had to go to Damien, because even I didn't think that far. Up to you, if you feel like one-shotting I know you're there :)

Thank you very much for reading, and please read my epilogue when I finally get there!! x

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