WARNING: There are parts of this chapter that are mature. There is nothing explicit, or R-rated, but please keep this in mind. If this bothers you, then please just skip over the parts.

If anyone feels that I have written too detailed, please let me know. This book is PG-13, and I aim to keep it like that.

Anyway. On to a chapter!

Music: Devil's Backbone (The Civil Wars) (I HIGHLY encourage listening to this one ;) )

Edit: me (this one is quite artsy, isn't it?)

Chapter Forty-Seven

~Nobody's POV~

Videl and Angelique stagger into the spare bedroom, where Angelique has previously slept. Impatiently, Videl kicks aside the box of takeout from last night, and falls onto the bed, taking her with him.

Angelique lands on the pillows, and doesn't have time to even to raise her head before Videl is upon her, kissing her hungrily, breathing quickly. His skin is like fire, and when he pulls up slowly, she sees that his amber eyes are glowing, wild and passionate.

"Kiss me," she whispers.

He bends down, enveloping his lips around hers, his mouth soft and hard at the same time, wickedly sweet and desperately yearning. His hands move over her, so that he is supporting himself as he looks down at her. His golden urls are tickling her skin, and his body is close enough so that Angelique can feel the warmth from him.

Videl pulls up again, and in the crackle of lightning, Angelique sees that his eyes have darkened with desire, his curls thrown everywhere. The sight is enough to make her tremble, and she does, reaching up to touch his face. He lets his fingers trace her cheeks, then run over her full lips, catching the edges and pulling slightly. She closes her eyes, her chest going up and down so that she can feel the drafty air on her chest.

His voice comes as a rasp as his hands are on her again, feeling her sides, sliding up the fabric of the tank top, "Please...please don't say no, I couldn't stand it."

Her eyes are still closed, and she smiles at the desperation in his words. It feels like a bit of satisfaction to her. Then, she murmurs back, as she helps his hands move up her, "No."

He chuckles and whispers, "What a dreadful word."

Thea runs through the streets, pulling the jacket over her body tightly as the freezing rain begins to pour down over her. She splashes through slick puddles, hurrying away from the hotel before Videl and Angelique can realize that she's gone.

"Loki!" she shouts, looking around her frantically, "Loki, where are you!?"

Nobody answers her, but a few other late-night browsers give her either very nasty or very confused looks. She ignores them all.

"Loki! I can help you, I can break the spell!"

Lightning crackles, and Thea winces, looking up at the torrential sky. A siren sears through the air, and the fire truck that zooms past her throws up water against Thea. She shakes herself from as many of the drops that she can, but this, with the rain, make her drenched. It is not snowing, but sleeting, which is almost worse as the ice pours around her.

"LOKI!"

Angelique's snap open as he pulls off her tank top completely. Looking up at him, as his eyes rake across her body, she feels herself flush, but it's a wonderful flush.

He kisses her throat, right where her collarbone meets her neck, and she can't hold in a small gasp. The sound seems to invigorate Videl, because he kisses her harder. She can feel his fangs brushing her skin, but the sharp points never pierce her, just graze her ever so delicately. His hands fumble at her back with her bra strap. She takes a deep breath as she feels the fabric leaving her body, and feels him smile against her, before his hands leave her sides and move up.

Videl's touch is not gentle. It is all hunger and passion, but never painful, with the slightest tenderness. The mixture is pure euphoria to Angelique, and she twists slightly underneath him, whimpering slightly, causing him to smirk with satisfaction.

Thunder and lightning crackle again and Angelique pulls up suddenly, wrapping her arms around his neck, her long hair falling back against her bare back like a trickle of water. With a tug, she pulls off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. She runs her fingers over his taut muscles scarcely, and his eyes flutter slightly. She pushes him, a smirk of her own on her face, and now Videl is on his back, looking up at her, his eyes still dark.

As she wraps her legs around him, he says with that insatiable smirk still playing on his lips, "You want to wrestle with me?"

Before she can move, before she can even open her mouth to respond, he flips them around, slamming her back onto the mattress so that he is lying over her. His lips attach to hers again, and Angelique feels his chest against hers, hard and strong.

He pushes her hands up so that they're above her head, and whispers, "I win."

"Maybe not," she says, but her voice is shaking slightly, and she knows it.

Thea walks into an alleyway, her shoulders heaving from running. She leans against a cold, wet wall covered in pink and orange graffiti, and then touches her golden necklace. It is shimmering slightly.

She kicks up some of the freezing slush at her feet, and crosses her arms, half in frustration, half in cold. She kicks the slush again, more frustrated this time. She knows that this escapade is almost completely worthless.

But she can't get the image of Loki being tortured out of her head, being tortured for her.

At that moment, a figure walks into the alleyway. Thea looks up with a start. It's not Loki, she knows immediately. The person is too short, and too slim. It's a woman.

The woman has a round face, with flushed cheeks. Her chestnut hair is pulled back in a severe bun, and her lips are a bright red. But what draws Thea's interest, or, more accurately, her horror, is the ghostly silver in the woman's eyes.

Thea takes out her dagger, holding it out at her side, "Neidra sent you, didn't she?"

The woman blinks, and at first, Thea doesn't know if she even has the ability to answer.

But then, the woman takes something from her waist, something that makes Thea cringe back.

"She did," the woman says in a robotic voice, letting the whip fall to the messy ground next to her.

"No," Thea says desperately, "Please, no, I don't want to hurt you. Neidra has controlled you like she has controlled my father, please, please listen to me and don't move."

It's like Thea hasn't even spoken. The woman lunges, the whip snaking around Thea's ankle and slamming her to the ground.

Thea screams.

Videl moves his hands down her spine, over her backside, and then runs them up so that they're resting at her belt. Angelique shudders as he unbuttons her jeans, his fingers flying, and pulls them off of her in one quick movement, never ceasing to kiss her. He kisses her stomach, more slowly this time, but the slowness makes Angelique want to scream with anticipation.

He looks up at her, and his eyes are glittering. Moving forward, he rests on his elbows on either side of her shoulders and kisses her lips again. He wraps his arms around her back, and pulls her up. She feels the rough fabric of his pants against the inside of her thighs, and watches as he reaches down, unzipping them and pulling them off.

Videl pushes her back down, and Angelique closes her eyes, hearing the crackle of plastic.

"With complete seriousness," he says quietly, leaning down to kiss her cheek in a gentle, sweet way, "Do you want this?"

"If I didn't want this," she whispers, reaching up to run her finger through one of his curls, touching his earring as she does so, "I would have already slapped you."

He smiles. "That's probably true."

And then, he moves back down on her, his amber eyes wild, yet cautious at the same time, like an approaching wild animal.

"NO, STOP STOP STOP!" shouts Thea, frantically scrambling to her feet. The woman is clumsy, and staggers back. Thea kicks her, and her opponent falls, but the whip catches Thea around her throat, choking the girl. If Thea hadn't jumped down, the cord very well may have broken her windpipe.

As it is, Thea struggles, untwisting the whip at the same time that she kicks the woman again, trying to get her off of her.

Thea tries to back away, wanting to run, but the whip loops around her ankle and throws her down again. Her dagger has fallen from her hand in the struggle, and Thea sees the glittering blade only feet from her, but still not at arms' reach.

She swipes her hand, and the dagger comes flying into her fingers.

"Please don't make me hurt you!" Thea stands, backing away from the woman.

The woman cackles, and the laugh seems distinctly like Neidra's. "You want your daddy, little Thea?"

Thea's heart falls.

"Where's Loki!?" Thea exclaims, "Where's my father, where is he, where is he!?"

The woman laughs again, the same witch like, raucous laughter that Thea had heard in Asgard, in the dark tower room.

Thea clenches her fists as the lightning flashes, and as the thunder rumbles.

"I know you know! Where is he!?"

Thea slams the woman across her face, her temper finally snapping.

Angelique feels slight pain at first, and Videl murmurs into her ear, his nose ring against her temple, murmuring things that make her blood pick up speed, and for her skin to feel fire. She gasps slightly as Videl begins to move faster, but he keeps kissing her, covering the small sounds that come from her mouth with his lips.

She clutches the sheets, feels him smile against her, and kisses him back. The only thing she can feel, taste, see, is Videl, her vision blurry as he continues to move against her. She begins to move with him, wrapping her legs around him, and he sucks in his breath.

The lightning throws their bodies into a painting of black and white. Glimpses of them at a time are visible as the bright flashes continue to light the room: hands, skin, hair, eyes, lips. The thunder only adds to both of their intensity, rolling just as they are rolling. The rain drums against the roof just as Angelique feels the passion between her and the Velah above her.

Angelique swallows hard as Videl runs his hands over her, now not even the slightest bit of tenderness in his strong fingers. He kisses every bit of skin that he can possibly touch, and when she moans without meaning to, his smile is intoxicating and slow against the lightning.

When her sharpened nails run across his back, she hesitates.

"What is it?" he whispers hoarsely, going still immediately, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to hurt you," she says with a slight feeling of embarrassment, strangely, the only embarrassment she has felt this entire time.

He laughs softly, and then reaches up to touch one of her hands, squeezing it gently. "My back," he whispers, "Is your canvas."

"He is not here," says the woman, blood dripping from her lips, "He'll be holed up, knives cutting into him until he stops refusing to kill you. Unless I do it first."

Thea lets out a furious scream and kicks, but the woman moves quicker than she has before. She seizes Thea and slams her to the wall, causing stars to appear in front of Thea's eyes. Thea kicks at her again, slamming her head down on the woman. The woman releases her, but the whip cuts across Thea's body over and over, on her waist, on her face.

Thea hardly notices the pain.

"WHERE IS HE!?"

"Nowhere you need to know about," taunts the woman in a sickeningly familiar sing-song voice.

"TELL ME!" screams Thea, "WHERE IS MY FATHER!? WHY ARE YOU HURTING HIM?!"

"It's because of you," laughs the woman, "Because he won't stop caring about you enough to save his own miserable skin."

"WHERE IS HE!? TELL ME RIGHT NOW, YOU WITCH!"

Thea is at her breaking point. Too much agony has gone through her brain, and now her physical body is suffering from the whip, from her antagonistic need to know where Loki is, and if he is all right.

The woman slams Thea against the wall, taking out a small poniard, and Thea reacts instinctively. With a savage thrust, not even thinking, Thea sinks her dagger into the woman's chest.

Immediately, the woman gasps, stumbling away and falling with a horrible thump. Thea lets her fall, glaring down at her, her blood pounding in her ears.

And then, Thea realizes what she has done and sinks down to the ground just as the woman gags one last time and then falls silent, the blood dripping onto snow.

Angelique doesn't know how much more she can take, how much of Videl's hands,of his whispers, of his body against hers, of this frantic passion. The lightning comes quicker, the thunder louder, and the rain more frenzied just as Videl's kisses come quicker, her cries become louder, and his movements more frenzied.

"Look at me," he whispers, for she has turned to look to the side. His fingers wrap around her chin, so that she is now gazing into his amber eyes that spark slightly even in the dark. He kisses her again and again, and she whimpers more and more.

When the crescendo runs through her body, Angelique arches herself off of the mattress, black and white mixing in front of her eyes at the same time, her mouth gasping for breath before being silenced by Videl's own gasping mouth, every sound roaring to nothing as she twitches and closes her eyes tightly.

Videl, panting, rolls off of her, now at her side. He recovers much quicker than she does, and he puts his hand on her stomach as he lets her catch her breath.

"NO!" shrieks Thea, looking up at the sky, "NO!"

Nothing answers her but the howl of the wind and the sleet that is continuing to pound around her. Thea is furious, furious at herself, furious at the world, and most of all, furious at Neidra for what she has done not only to her own family, but to more and more hapless people.

Staggering, Thea stands, looking down at the woman, whose eyes are no longer silver. They are dark brown. Remorse grips Thea like a tidal wave, and, forgetting her pain, she slams herself into the wall, striking it over and over, screaming until she can scream no longer.

When she is worn out, she begins to realize how much pain she is in right now. She is bleeding, and she feels the blood dripping over her skin. Looking once more at the fallen woman with misery, Thea turns away and hobbles out of the alleyway, back into the streets.

Angelique finally turns to look at him, her breath still slightly raspy. He smiles her and reaches forward to kiss the top of her nose, then moves some of her stray dark hair from her face.

"I love you," he murmurs, his eyes gentle, his curls plastered to his face, his smile never leaving his lips.

In response, she curls up next to him. He wraps his arms around her, kisses her once more, and then the two fall asleep in a tangle of sheets and limbs and skin.

Neither of them can even guess what has just happened out in the streets of Chicago.

I actually have the entire next chapter already written from a couple months ago. I'm debating whether or not to post it tonight.

Please comment what you thought of this chapter! :D

And actually, I didn't plan on the whole angel-devil, Angelique-Videl thing. I just made up Angelique's name, and after about a week of writing, I realized it.

Angelique = angel

Videl = devil with different letters

I DID A THING.

Love you,

Sierra xx