The Contract II, a Romance fanfic

.the contract ii.

25: gaudere

(rejoice)

The street was littered with black feathers and blood. The stench was unbearable, the sight was devastating. . . and in some sick, horrifying way, to some twisted mind-altered being, the scene could be some sort of beautiful, but of course morbid, painting.

Eventually, it did become beautiful, but I was seeing everything through tears, so I could hardly notice. The happy feeling consumed me, and instantly, I recognized it. I was filled with such joy that I nearly laughed out loud, but instead, I smiled, my tears now turning bittersweet, and I cried for the barrier.

And it came out. Slowly, but certainly. I knew it was probably too late, that the bleeding demon beside me who probably had lost his last hope for life seconds ago, would never heal from this. He was already dead. His chest had no rise, his breathing was ceased, his body was lifeless.

But I tried anyways. I tried so hard until I, myself, forgot how to breathe, and I nearly passed out beside him. I collected myself, and waited, hoped, wished, prayed, for the barrier to work. It crawled along the pavement, crawled through the blood, crawled over Lure’s body. I reached over, clutching him to me, ignoring the stickiness of our blood and the pain that rocketed through me as his body brushed against my own wounds.

The pain slowly flittered away, becoming a lost memory that I was glad I’d never recover. The wounds healed on my body, stitching themselves back up in a grotesque but wonderful way, and I kept smiling before laughter burst through my lips and I laughed against Lure’s neck—a harsh and desperate sound that frightened me.

But I couldn’t stop.

I wiped my eyes against his shoulder, unable to use my hands because I was clutching him so hard and I knew I couldn’t let go. I moved my head back, my eyes raking over his form. His wounds, too, were healing, but I wondered if it was too late. Was he gone, even though? He was blood-soaked, lifeless, and looked so peaceful. I had never watched him sleep, I noted; I had never seen him at his weakest until now. He looked too peaceful.

A cry wracked through my body. The barrier faded along with the happiness that it brought me and here I was again, left to sob out all the horror, anger, grief. . .

“Damn you,” I whispered, cursing not only Lure for dying, but the barrier for being too late, but Deva for killing him, but the demons for helping, but Solar for not being here to pick me up, but myself for being so weak.

“Damn you!” I screamed, releasing him suddenly and standing up so quickly that my legs stung and my neck ached. I was dizzy, I realized, and nearly fell over. I hope I fall and crack my head open on the street, I suddenly thought, and I suddenly wished I had fallen. But life wasn’t like that. Even the afterlife. It merely wanted to torture me, to put me through things I couldn’t handle. Why had everything happened to me? Everything like this—the things I couldn’t handle?

“What makes you think I could get through all this?” I screamed out at no one. “What makes you think I can handle everything you throw at me?” I didn’t know who I was talking to. “I don’t know how I even made it here—but I’m not going to make it through tonight, okay?” I sucked in a breath, hiccuped, then suddenly screamed as loud as I could until my voice cracked and I choked on it. Then, I stood hugging myself, crying dry tears now, and trying to ignore the emptiness that I was made up of.

I didn’t want to do this anymore.

Not without Lure.

Especially not without Lure.

“You left me, you know that?” I said, softly, tired now. My words were directed to Lure now, although I knew his ears were blind to me. “Just like you said you would. Don’t you remember? Make me dependant on you, make me love you, and then you would leave me just like that.”

“I would never leave you, my little Kitten,” a sultry voice purred from behind me. I whipped around and screamed.

He jumped. I screamed again, causing him to cringe.

“Lure!” I breathed out, without catching my breath. I shrieked again, then jumped at him, flinging my arms around his neck and twirling, pulling him along for the ride. He grabbed me back, more for stability, before holding me up so I couldn’t touch the ground and therefore couldn’t twirl anymore.

I bounced in his arms, and let out a high-pitched giggle, then hugged him as hard as I could.

He gasped from the tight hold, but managed to squeeze me back. “Love, you’re gonna kill me.”

I pulled back a little and narrowed my eyes. “Don’t say that.” I kissed his cheek once, twice, then again and again. “I love you so much! I love you so much and if you ever do that again—”

“What? NearlyDie?”

“—I’m going to claw your eyes out in agony and anger and I’m going to set the world on fire and not care because every—”

“How violent. . .”

“—inch of me that ever cared died along with you.” I finished, breathless. I dug my fingernails into his back and pressed my forehead against his. “Oh, God, I love you, Lure. You asshole.”

He brushed his nose against mine, grinning. “I love you too, but—set the world on fire? If I died?”

I hesitated. So that sounded a little psychotic. I eventually said, “You’d do the same for me.”

He nodded against me. “Then the world better hope neither of us dies, huh?”

I giggled only because I was happy. I kept giggling like I was insane until he silenced me with his lips. But even then, I broke out in giggles against him, and he pulled back, smirking, realizing the situation was hopeless.

“I lost my voice,” I informed Lure, who was studying his torn wings.

“They look like yours,” he commented, sparing glances back and forth between my wings and his.

“Don’t you care?” I asked, in my raspy, quiet new voice. I had screamed my voice raw.

“Oh, sure,” he said, bringing one of his wings in front of him. He touched it, testing the feel, then made a face. “You can still feel where the wounds were.” He snapped the wing out. “Looks hot, though, huh?” He glanced at me, searching for approval.

“Of course,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “How about my voice? Is it hot?”

His look was a little doubting, but then he grinned and stepped towards me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up to meet him half way. “Everything about you is sexy—even if you sound like you’ve just gotten your throat slit.”

I grimaced at the comparison. “I don’t think you make a sound when you get your throat slit. Other than. . .” I hacked and gurgled a few times.

He grimaced, eyeing me. “You know, you can be awfully seductive when you want to be.”

I blinked up at him. “Oh? Is it working?”

“I was kidding, there. Shut up.”

“Make me,” I chimed, knowing how he would shut me up.

And, like I predicted, he grinned and kissed me. I smiled against his lips and pulled him closer. I listened to him purr momentarily before pulling away. A seagull screamed from above us; we both looked up at it. My gaze was drawn to the lighthouse in the distance; Lure and I were on a beach. . . we didn’t know where. We had just taken wing, flew for a few hours, spotted a lighthouse, and thought it would be a good place to start. . . well, whatever it was we were starting.

We had left the city, and we would never go back.

It was bittersweet, but maybe that was what I needed. An entirely new life, with nothing and no one but Lure. Sure, it would be slightly lonely, but I was fine with that. This was, actually, the happiest I had ever been.

No interference. No one trying to lead my life.

I cuddled to Lure, inhaling his delightful cinnamon scent. “Lure,” I cooed.

“Katlyn,” he mocked me.

I stiffened at the sound of my real name coming from him, and then I slowly smiled.

“So,” he said, after awhile, “all this touching is making me horny.”

I pulled back, then grinned up at him. “Me too.”

fin

A/N: I usually like to save happy endings for real life, but.. since I’ve gypped you all.. hah. also, for those who’ve asked, I’ve added you to the potpourri list.

If you have any questions, email me, as I won’t be able to reply to questions for this story anymore on author notes.

faq

(k, i feel kinda retarded making an faq, but i've gotten so many questions, so maybe this will help)

concerning the contract 2/3 mix-up.. thing.

what’s all this about this story not being the direct sequel to the contract?
it’s not. it’s actually part 3.

where’s part 2, then?
it’s only about 2/25 written & it’s not posted.

why is this called the contract 2 then, when it’s actually the contact 3?
this is actually the contract 3, yeah.. but I had to change a lot of things in order for it to make sense as a direct follow-up to the contract. so, technically, this isn’t the contract 3 that I had planned.

why didn’t you just post the contract 2 normally, & then this one afterwards?
yeah, I was going to, but then the idea of getting published popped up. I decided I didn’t have the time to post the whole flippin’ series, heh. so I’d just post one installment. I thought that this sequel would be more rewarding to the readers than the original contract 2.

why’s that?
in the original contract 2, lure’s appearances are scarce.

that’s weird. how could lure not have numerous appearances?
he just.. doesn't?

do any of the characters in this story make appearances in the original sequel?
yes. solar, sleet, andrea, & lunar are there for sure. & katlyn actually meets cantrey (lure's "pa").

are there any characters you had to cut out to make part 3 the direct sequel to the contract?
yeah. quite a bit—including lure’s rival, spade, & a guy similar to deva.

does matt ever come back?
yeah. he has a small part in the original sequel, & a big role in part 4.

concerning deva.

ohk.. so that’s all cool & all. but you didn’t explain who deva is!
I know. her full character isn’t revealed until part 4.

where’s part 4? when are you going to write it?
I might never. if I don’t get published, then.. well, I’ll probably write it sometime. & post it. yay.

does deva make any appearances in the original contract 2?
uh. a very small one, yes.

is she an advanced angel? a goddess? what angels/demons become when they die? a seraphim?
nope, nope, nope, nope.

what the eff is she?
a chicken farmer. actually, I can’t tell you.

misc.

lure’s character went a little ooc at the end of this story..
ugh, I know. not a question, but.. haha. I lost interest in this story about 4711551 times, & kinda affected my characters because of that. sorry!

does solar actually like katlyn? & does katlyn like solar?
solar has a rather funny role in part 4 that has to do with katlyn.. but as of now, no, neither have any feelings for each other. let’s just say, they probably would have had lure not been in the picture.

how come lure’s alive? how did that happen?
katlyn’s healing/barrier worked.

how’s publishing going?
It’s not. I haven’t attempted yet; I’m still rewriting the contract & having my new beta reader look it over- she's a doll. thanks for wondering, though!

since this series is supposed to continue onto part 4 & this isn’t actually part 2, was the ending to this different than what you had planned?
definitely.

do you have a message you’re trying to get out, since your stories always have the main love interest as a.. psycho?
yes, actually.. haha.

uh.. what about potpourri? how’s progress on that?
eee, kind of nonexistent. I’m sorry. that story really disinterests me.. I haven’t completely forgotten it, though. i'm seriously revising that story (again).

PS: WANNA PLAGIARIZE? FUCK OFF. THANKS.