“Wrapped beneath the shadow of Lucifer's fallen wings, it's even easy to squeeze the trigger, snuffing out one more monster's life. But there are plenty more awaiting their turn, and with hell at my back... They only need to be patient.”
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Now…
Bane Stratus
I HOLD JESSE to me, the air changed around us. I am no longer angry at what she did, even though it was fucking stupid, she did it with good intentions. She is small compared to my frame, my arm protecting her from the cold. She is so weak, she can barely hold herself up. I need to get her to a doctor. Guilt riddles my body useless, as I look back on all the pain I caused her.
Yes, I went to prison, but she has been in her own prison, and she did it for me. She sways on her feet, and I hold tighter, practically carrying her. Fuck it, I lift her up in my arms, she is weightless, and she doesn’t put up a fight.
“I got you” I whisper.
I know what comes next is going to break her, but she won’t know until it is done. When she is cleaned up, and in bed, I will sneak out and give myself to Theo. A deal is a deal, at least I get one more night with her. I just wish I hadn’t wasted any time, knowing I have none left.
I make my way to the car that parked outside the compound I found Jesse in, the one that belonged to the Elite, one of their many compounds, where things she should never see happen, and almost happened to her. I slide her in the back seat, and follow behind her. She leans against the window, obviously crashing after everything she has been through. I pull her to me and lay her in my lap, her head on my thigh, and a small hand my mine, mine, she will always be mine, even in death.
The drive back to my house is long, but peaceful, I have accepted my fate, and I am going to enjoy that last few moments I have left. Jesse has fallen asleep, and I pull her into my arms so I don’t wake her.
I head straight for the bedroom, my bedroom, and lay her on the bed. I call the doctor I have on call, and inform him of her injuries, He say she will be within the hour, and I tell him to hurry the fuck up. My patience is wearing thin, the more time I wait for his ass, the longer she is at risk. I need her to be okay. Not just from what those fuckers did to her, but for what I did to her. I can’t leave her alone until I know she will be okay.
I decide while I wait for the doctor I would take a shower. The water is hot and I find myself relaxing far too well given everything that happened. As I get out of the shower the steam bellowing behind me, I imagine Jesse laying in my bed. When I walk out I find her sitting up, the sheet pulled up over her barely covered body. The only thing covering her from my view is my oversized shirt I threw on her, when I finally got her in my arms.
“Are you okay?” stupid fucking question, but I fell out before I could stop it.
She nods, not looking at me. I walk towards her in nothing but the towel that is wrapped around my waist. I lift her chin up to meet my eyes, her somber eyes break my fucking heart.
“Talk to me, Jesse”
“I don’t want to lose you”
What is she talking about? There is no way she knows about the deal.
“What are you talking about”
“I don’t want to say goodbye, the kiss, it was more than a kiss. You were saying goodbye” she begins to sob.
“Shh, sweetheart, I am not going anywhere” I lie. She doesn’t buy it, but she doesn’t push it.
I lean in to kiss her, when there is a knock at the door. She startles, and I almost want to beat the shit out of the doctor.
“It’s just the doctor”
I get up to answer the door and greet the doctor I paid to be available at short notice and to do home visits, he doesn’t ask questions, and I don’t give any answers.
“Good evening, Doctor, thanks for showing up” am a little irate it took so long, but I don’t have time to waste. “She is in here” I lead him to my bedroom. When he looks at her, you can see the disapproval, I am sure he has never seen injuries like these, but he doesn’t say anything. He thinks I did it to her, well I did, some of it, but not all of it, not that it matters.
After about two hours of stiches, and complete work-up, he hands me some pain pills, I show the doctor out and turn towards my beautiful girl.
“How are you feeling”
“Lost,” she whispers. She looks so small underneath my covers pulled up to her chest. She looks sad, she knows something isn’t right. But tonight, will be our last night, I don’t want to confuse her any more than I already have. By morning she will know what I did to get her back. So, chose silence.
I don’t know what to say, anything I say she will see right through. She knows me too fucking well. I roll over and turn off the lamp and bring her into my chest. Her head resting just above my heart.
“Just sleep, everything will be better in the morning,” I soothe as I lay a soft kiss to her forehead. She leans up and places a tender kiss to my lips, before her eyes droop, I know morphine is taking affect as I hear the light purring as she falls asleep.
I love you, Jesse. Don’t forget me.
✽ ✽ ✽
Jesse Montgomery…
I wake up alone. I pick up the note attached to the empty pillow next to me.
Dear Jesse,
Right now, you are waking up alone. Maybe at first you didn’t think anything of it, but after reading this letter I hope you understand. While I was in prison I was recruited, which you should know by now. My job was to kill. I have killed so many people in only a several months. Before that, I trained girls to do thing they should never have to do.
My goal was to kill you, make you pay, my plans changed. I fell back in love with the one girl who has always fucked with my head, and my life. You were always the girl I could never have, didn’t deserve to have. Still are.
My point is, I stole you, and hurt you. I will never forgive myself, but I hope someday you will. Things will be rough, but you are free. You won’t be seeing me again, and it breaks my heart that you will sad, because I am going to be okay, and so are you.
There is money waiting for you in a lock box at the People Bank in Lockton. There will also be passports and new ID’s. Go live your life. Be happy, you deserve it.
Oh, and there are also legal documents that prevents your mom from ever receiving any money from your father’s estate, use those against her.
You’re probably wondering why I am sounding like a goodbye speech, but the truth is, I know if I said goodbye I would never go along with it, but my word is my bond. I am dead, Jesse. Don’t cry for me, I am at peace, you are alive and will learn to heal, you are so brave. I love you, Jesse Montgomery, don’t forget me, but don’t live for me either, because I will always be your villain and you my damsel, two lovers destined to never be more than enemies.”
To Be Continued...