I Refuse To Fall, When They Still Exist

Rio has been hunting for angels since she can remember; travelling from state to state since she was born. When a shadowey succubus nearly takes away her breath, she has to fight to survive. And fight off her desires for the mysterious emo kid that helped her out.


12. Chapter 10

The bathroom was private, which was always good. I'd dragged him here to get him cleaned up. He was covered in that angel's blood, and gunshot residue. I scrubbed hard at him, using the soaked wad of tissue to remove the dried blood. Angel blood dries quickly, and stains like a bastard. He was gonna need a new shirt, but that can be dealt with later.

"Rio? Rio, what the fuck happened?" He groaned, his voice barely more than a whisper. He was starting to come around, making it easier for me.

He was already in it badly, so I might as well tell him. "Angels and a bear on fire, that's what happened. You got it badly." I barked, ripping up the front of his shirt. He'd gotten a huge gash on his shoulder, and I needed an emergency tourniquet.

"Oh, well shouldn't we get to know eachother first?"

"What?" He might have got a concussion from being thrown that distance.

"Well, you're takin' my shirt off."

Oh for fuck sake. Jesus, boys. "Ha ha, not funny. This is serious. How many routes are there to your hiding place?" I needed to get my stake, so we'd have a better chance. And the spare ammo clip; I only had two left in the gun. I needed it like you need a sunny day after a rainy month.

"4 or 5." He replied, trying to sit up. It was a good sign, as he might be able to walk.

"Good, that's perfect. Are there any bus routes at this hour?" I asked, getting him to his feet. a bus was our best option, as it was too dangerous to walk back, and taxi drivers ask too many questions.

"The #66 goes everywhere in the state. It runs all night, even in the snow."

"Even better. Right, I need you to wait here whilst I go get my bag. I'll be back for you in about 10 minutes." I said, propping him up against the sinks. Let's hope he doesn't pass out before I get back. Before I could go, he grabbed hold of me by my elbow.

"Rio, don't leave me here." He gasped. His eyes were wide, like a terrified horse, with the whites rolling back. "Rio, that was all real, wasn't it? I saw you shoot a winged woman, and get chased by this big burning thing. This is real, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's fucking real. Now I need you to stay put; you don't know how to move undercover." I replied, as he stumbled off the sinks and clutched my ankle aswell.

"Rio, what if it comes back? What do I do?" He asked, clutching my sodden jeans. He really was terrified to his core, and I didn't have an answer to that question.

I had no choice but to take him, as I don't want to come back to find he's been reduced to a red stain.

"Alright, you can come with me." His face visibly lit up at that, "But you're going to have to do exactly as I say, ok. You're going to have to show me the shortest way there."

"Just follow me."


I'd gotten there, thankfully without running into that angel again, and all the way to the bus station. The driver gave us a few funny looks, but no awkward questions were asked. Belial was leaning on my right shoulder, trying to stand upright, the gun was in my right hand, and I was unlocking the front door. Belial groaned a bit, as I hitched him back in place.

"Don't you pass out on me now, soldier." I said, forcing the door open and sweeping the downstairs with the gun. I'd done it a few times with Dad before, and a few on my own. I swept the upstairs, then put Belial on my bed. He'd been through the mill today, and judging by the bluish tints to his skin, violent shivering and slow movements, hypothermia was setting in.

Aw shit! You've gotta get him warm.

I ran downstairs, thumping the heating on. The back door was nearly completely destroyed, and snow had worked its way through the conservatory, and into the kitchen. I waded through the snow, shutting the conservatory door. My feet were freezing, but that didn't matter right now. I left my boots in the kitchen, running back upstairs. I had to get Belial warm, before his organs started shutting down.

He was still there on my bed, and a pinkish tinge had started creeping back to his skin. This was definitely a good sign. Only problem is, I didn't have anything else to get him warmer. Except body heat. If he tries anything though, he can freeze to death.

Ignoring the immature sniggering as I got him down to his boxers, I covered him with Gran's quilt and hung his clothes up in my bathroom. You'd think that clothing would retain body heat, but it doesn't. It's just one of those things that doesn't make any sense, but it's reality. Like why you can bite your own finger off as easily as you bite a carrot, but your brain's telling you not to, so you can't. Or why the Kardashian family are famous when they don't do anything.

I stripped down to my sports bra and panties, before climbing in next to him. I hated doing this, but it would stop him freezing. Gran's quilt was still brilliantly warm, and I'm even more grateful for it.

"Rio?" Belial harshly whispered.

"What?" I replied.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you warm again." His speech wasn't slurred, so it was working. Suppose that's what happens to you when you walk from a bus stop to my freezing house without a shirt (he bleeds to death, or gets mild hypothermia) and in the snow.

"Rio?" He asked again.


"Are you naked?"

Oh for fuck sake! "No I'm not." I couldn't even work up the energy to be pissed off with him; I was just too tired, and I couldn't be asked.

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