The Two Kings Part 7

"Well I know it might be an obvious one but why isn't he called Judas?"

"Because he was renamed by Lucifer when he was reborn into his new vessel. His name means Light, I think this was the Devil's idea of a joke, considering his body burnt in the sunlight."

"Um, I think my joke, about numbers was better," I said giggling at how lame of a joke it was but hey I had been telling it since I was six years old. He tickled me, trying once again rather to distract me or get me to snort. Both I resisted.

"So he doesn't look the same...I mean as he did?"

"No, his body was beyond healing." He said flatly.

"Ok... so does he have any special powers, 'cause that would be useful to know?" He was growing more aggravated with every question I asked. So I decided to add on a little extra to that question to b.u.t.ter him up.

"Because I find it hard to believe anyone could be as powerful as you." It worked cause his frown was replaced with a smile and he kissed me but I kept my mouth shut...(morning breath).

"Lucius is like most with his powers, although he is an extremely skilled fighter. But what makes him stand above the rest are his powers of manipulation. He can control any mind, Demon, Angel and of course humans are as easy as breathing."

"Can he even control you?" I held my breath but Draven's expression gave me the answer before he spoke.

"Yes... but the stronger the mind the harder it is, usually he can control many minds at once but with stronger minds, like mine, Vincent and Sophia's, he can only control one at a time. This makes him more vulnerable when against numbers."

"Has he ever done it to you?" I knew I was stepping on thin ice, though I really was boiling over with questions but I also knew he had his limits.

"Yes once, and he was severely punished, so he won't be forgetting it any time soon!" Ok this was definitely the limit as he was scaring me with his intense staring. I had got the answers that I needed. Now I knew why Lucius was able to access my mind unlike most. It was a terrifying thought!

Draven was still looking angry so I jumped on top of him and kissed him over everywhere my lips could reach. He liked this and his mood quickly changed so we were soon thinking about other things we could be doing other than talking. But just before he could kiss me fully I clamped my hand over my mouth.

"Oh no you don't!" I grabbed the throw at the bottom of my bed and got up to wrap myself in it.

"Where are you going...oh wait... girlie human things again?" I nodded and said, "Morning breath." And he laughed to himself as I walked to the bathroom. I also wanted to check on something else and was more than happy when it hadn't come yet. I brushed my hair and plaited it so it lay down my back. I also got rid of my bad breath and washed my face. I went back in and he hadn't moved an inch. The sight of him made me want to run over to him, just to get there quicker. He was stunning! The morning light from my window made his skin look like golden sand. His hair was wild around his neck and was as black as night. His shoulders looked huge and solid. I wondered how something so hard and powerful could be so soft to the touch. And I might add, very comfortable to sleep on.

When I was within reach he didn't wait for me to climb back on top of him, he just grabbed me and put me there. The throw was on the floor and the covers only covered the lower parts of our bodies. He was happy and in more ways than one. Oh yes very, very happy...ooh...um. h.e.l.lo Commander Draven!

We were just kissing and fooling around when all of a sudden he stopped and held me tighter.

"Draven what is it?" His face was stone and his head whipped towards the door.

"There are other humans in the house." I froze as I heard footsteps on the stairs. Then it happened too quickly for me to react properly, my door opened and I screamed. I wasn't the only one!

"ARRHHH.....OH my G.o.d! Oh s.h.i.+t!.., I'm so sorry, I ..I didn't think..."

"LIBBY!" I screamed as I fumbled for the sheets to cover us. Draven wasn't any help for laughing! Then it got worse as Frank burst into the room with a baseball bat in hand!

"What the...OH s.h.i.+t! OH Man!" He turned around covering his face with his hand and dragged Libby from the room, as she was still apologising. Once they left I could hear them both crack up. I was the only one in the house not laughing as the bed still vibrated from Draven's outburst!

"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU BOTH OUT THERE!" I shouted angrily, causing the giggling to cease and footsteps to be heard down the stairs.

I hit Draven on the chest but it didn't have much of an impact, like trying to break rocks with a jelly hammer!

"What's the use in having so many powers if you can't even prevent that from happening!" I dramatically pointed to the door. I was so ashamed, thank G.o.d we weren't actually doing more than kissing, ok we were both naked but it could have been worse.....not by much though.

"Do you want me to erase their memories?" He asked still being highly amused.

"You can do that?" I asked being hopeful but Draven just smiled like he was teasing me.

"I can but I won't, this was far too funny to have missed, for anyone." And once again it set him off. I got up and got changed quicker than ever before. I didn't want to but I knew I had to go down there first.

"Stay here!" I warned and he nodded, still with a thick smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"As you wish, Vixen." He said, sounding like a genie.

Libby and Frank were still giggling about it, when I walked in the kitchen.

"Morning Kaz!" Libby said like it had never happened but it would have been more convincing without the b.l.o.o.d.y great, big, childish grin she wore plastered all over her face.

"Stop that!" I said but as soon as Frank went back outside to get their bags from the car, she came over to me and put her arms around me to whisper in my ear.

"My, my, what a lucky girl you are... oh my!" She pulled back to reveal a huge smile. She of course was referring to the G.o.d like figure of a man lying upstairs in MY bed....d.a.m.n straight, I was lucky! I couldn't help but finally break down with laughter and lots of snorting! We were both in fits by the time Frank came back in.

Draven then made his appearance and was shaking Frank's hand in the hallway.

"Mr Draven, Sir,... please don't worry... you're welcome here." Frank didn't sound right calling anyone sir but he was obviously intimidated by Draven's reputation and Draven did send a lot of work his way. His men were hired for the downstairs security at the club.

"Please Frank call me Dominic and thank you for your hospitality, it was rude of us not to ask if I could stay the night." Oh come on, we weren't b.l.o.o.d.y teenagers!

"That's not a problem. Kazzy doesn't even need to ask." He said, seeing me in the doorway and he came over to me to give me a bear hug, as it was Frank's way of saying h.e.l.lo to me. He had always treated me like his little sister and I loved it. But Draven looked frozen at the sight. He was ridged until Frank put me down.

"Hey Kaz, you miss us?" He said laughing and ruffling my hair.

"Sure, just wish I knew you were coming back early!" I said through my teeth.

"Yeah I bet you do!" He said before grabbing all the bags in one hand and running up the stairs with them. Libby came into view and I noticed she had pulled her hair down from the hair band that was holding it up. I had to stifle a giggle.

"Lib's you remember Dra... I mean Dominic, don't you?" Of course she did, Draven is the most unforgettable man in existence. She came forward and shook his hand that he had extended first.

"Of course, h.e.l.lo Dominic, how are you?" She said politely "Very well thank you and I am sorry about you finding me in your home in such an inappropriate manner." Oh Libby would be loving this, he sounded like Mr Darcy! She was a sucker for Colin Firth.

"It is fine, really, I guess I just never expected....well, you know. You're the first boyfriend of Kaz's that I have ever met." She was fis.h.i.+ng for details now, I could tell. I turned to her and gave her a stern eye, which did nothing!

"Really, that surprises me." He said while giving me a look as if to say "We will be talking about this later."

"Oh yeah, Kazzy rarely dated."

"Ok enough of that, there is no need to go into details here," I snapped and they both laughed. Well it didn't take my sister long to turn to the dark side! When she first heard I was working at the club, she was the first one to tell me things weren't right about the Dravens. Of course she didn't know why, just rumours she had heard. She tried everything in her power to stop me from working there but now it seemed she was more than pleased about the outcome...well that made two of us!

"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked putting on her posh voice the way my mother always did when she had company.

"No thank you." He replied in his smooth velvet voice and I thought my sister's legs would give way.

"Are you sure? Kaz, tea's brewing." Of course she didn't need to ask me. I usually couldn't function properly in the morning without a cup of tea and my sister knew this. Only from the looks of things, when she had first seen me this morning it must have looked like I was functioning just fine.

"Ta! So how come you're home early?" I asked while we moved into the kitchen and Draven held out my seat for me before taking his own. Libby looked like she had just swallowed a bug.

"Libs!" I said bring her back around. Oh yes, she was definitely seeing Draven as Darcy.

"Oh well, Frank got a call that there had been an accident with some of his Uncle's old property, so he has to meet with the insurance guys early tomorrow morning"

"What happened? I didn't know his uncle had more property." But from the way Draven stiffened in his chair, I was the only one in the room that didn't. It was only a very slight movement but I seemed to notice everything about him, no matter how small and insignificant.

"Oh yeah, he owned a cabin in the woods but lightening struck it would you believe?" My heart nearly stopped. Now I knew why Draven was stiff in his chair. She was turning to look at me because I still hadn't given a response, so I asked the only thing that came to mind.

"When did lightening hit it?" I asked and she continued pouring the tea, but Draven looked at me and shook his head, telling me not to ask questions but it was too late for that.

"Kaz.... come on did you not see the storm on Wednesday night? It was awesome!" Oh yeah I saw it alright, I was there seeing Draven create it! My head was swimming around in a pool of much needed answers.

"Oh yeah, I must have forgotten," I said through my teeth at Draven but he just shrugged.

"So that was Frank's uncle's place?"

"Yeah but Frank never really wanted it, it was almost a ruin. Frank's uncle lived there the year before he died. It was strange that he moved out there and no one in the family understands why." She placed the tea in front of me and I blew on the hot liquid. When Libby's back was turned Draven grabbed my mug quicker than my eyes could register, then he blew on it and put it back in front of me in another blink of an eye. I put it to my lips and it was now the perfect temperature. Bless him. I mouthed the words 'thank you' but I think he was happier with the smile it brought to my face.

I went to open my mouth to ask something more but Draven placed his hand on my arm and gave me a little squeeze so I stopped myself. Libby called Frank to tell him his coffee was ready and she took one of the other empty seats and smiled at both of us.

"Well Kaz, it is nice to see you looking so....happy," she said and then nodded to my bare arm that Draven was still holding. Oh no, I had completely forgotten to put gloves on. To tell the truth I had been getting used to the feeling without them thanks to Draven. I never thought it would be possible to forget my idea of a security blanket like my gloves but now I felt bad for Libby.

"Oh G.o.d Libs... I'm so sorry." I got up suddenly and Draven looked shocked at my reaction. I held my arms behind my back and excused myself to get some gloves. Libby and Draven both had the same facial expression....pity and I hated pity!

"Kaz, that's not what I meant!" She started to explain but I was out of the room like it was on fire. I didn't mind Draven seeing my scars but anyone else seeing them had me in knots. I was. .h.i.t with an overwhelming guilt. I never wanted these reminders but mainly I never wanted anyone else to be reminded of what we all went through. Frank met me on the stairs and I still had my arms behind my back. He was about to say something but saw why I was in a hurry and moved out of my way without the pity face. Good old Frank.

I was soon making my way back downstairs, armed with my security blanket when I could hear them talking about it, so I remained quiet the rest of the way down.

"I gather she has told you what happened to her?" Lib's voice sounded like controlled anger and it was the first time in a long time I had heard anyone talking about it. When it first happened I would hear my family discussing it numerous times while they thought I was out of ear shot. My Dad would be the worst, getting angry at everything and my Mum's tears would be the only sound to soften his att.i.tude. This upset me more than the actual event.

Draven must have nodded because I didn't hear his response.

"Well she must really trust you for her to have spoken about it. She doesn't talk to anyone about it....ever! I have to thank you, I have been worried about her for so long now, so to see her this happy...well let's just say it has been a long time." I had tears in my eyes and I couldn't help them. I loved my sister so much but I thought that I had put on a good enough show to make them all think I was happy. Now I knew it had all been for nothing.

"She is an extraordinary brave girl but also selfless. I believe these are the reasons for her silence. She thinks that she can deal with everything on her own but she needs to realise that she has people around her that love her and want to help her." This was Draven's account of my reasoning behind why I was the way I am. He was spot on about the last part.

"Well I am just happy that now she has you. I can tell you love her and have for some time now...am I right?" Libby was asking him and I wanted to go down and stop the conversation but with tears still streaming down my face, I couldn't move.

"You are undoubtedly right. I love her very much and you have no need to worry anymore, I would never let anything like that happen to her again."

"Then I wish she could have met you years ago." She said and I could tell she was getting emotional about it. I heard her blow her nose. I felt a hole grow wider in my chest at the memories that I just wanted to be wiped clean. I hated that it still affected the people that I loved. I just wanted to be the one that had to deal with it, no one else!

I got up not caring about the noise and ran up the stairs with soaked cheeks. When I got into my room I sat at the window seat and cried. I thought about the contrast of feelings this window seat had endured in the past twelve hours. I heard the door open and cringed as for the first time since being with Draven I just wanted to be left alone. I hated people feeling sorry for me and this was too much to handle. Draven had said I was brave, well this wasn't brave...this was pathetic! Crying like a frightened child.

I didn't look at the door but I knew it was Draven, I could feel him, like I was connected to his pulse. When I felt him getting closer I turned away to hide my face and my sore watery eyes found the view outside my window but for once the sight didn't make me smile.

"Keira look at me." His voice was so soft it came out in almost a purr. When I didn't, he intervened by putting his hand under my chin and gently turned me to face him. I hated people seeing me cry, like showing them my weaknesses but with Draven it was different. I was torn between wanting him to comfort me and not wanting him to see me this way.

When I turned, he was knelt down by the seat but he was still taller than me. His hand wiped away my tears and he held my cheek in his palm. His eyes were deep like the midnight ocean and I bit my lip to try and stop the tears that continued but just in time he pulled me into him and rested my face into his shoulder for me to sob. It was like he felt my pain because without saying a word he made me feel what I needed the most....He made me feel safe.

"I'm sorry, I just hate hearing my sister getting upset and I didn't know she still worried about me...not in that way," I said once I had finished crying and Draven just continued to smooth back my hair.

"Keira please don't EVER apologise for your emotions!" He kissed my now salty cheeks and I smiled.

"Can I ask you something?" Draven's asked me cautiously, so I nodded.

"Why have you never spoken about this to anyone but me?"

"I don't like pity and I don't like feeling like he has won," I said honestly but Draven shook his head at me.

"Keira you are amazing, firstly you survived what that monster put you through but because of it's aftermath you still torture yourself with unnecessary guilt. You don't want to talk about it because you don't want pity but with your refusal to discuss it, what are those that love you left to think. I know that you have dealt with it on your own and in your own way but it is never healthy to carry so much emotional weight by yourself....you understand that one day the weight will get too much for one pair of shoulders to cope with." I understood what he was saying. If I never spoke about it, how was anyone to know that I was coping. Maybe everyone thought that I just wasn't and then no matter what I did, I would still get pity.

"You're right, I need to face the truth instead of running from it. I wish someone had said it like that to me sooner." I said trying to match his smile. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek for being so sweet.

"Right, now I am over my little meltdown." At this he frowned, but I continued anyway "You need to tell me what happened to Frank's Uncle."

He continued to frown....

Chapter 8.

Ego Vereor Demons I sat there and listened as Draven told me the horrors that infected Frank's Uncle.

His name was George Miller and he was Frank's mother's, oldest brother. From what I heard from Libby, he had been a well liked man that always helped out with the community. He had been a fireman most of his life but took early retirement when his wife past way with cancer. The death of his wife hit him hard, as it would with most but it looked like his family were kept in the dark about his true depression, because one day a hiker found his hanging corpse in his log cabin.

He hadn't spoken to his family in nine months. They put his suicide down to his desperation to be back with his wife. Frank had been the last person he had seen, two months prior to his death. He was also the last person he spoke to, when he rang a week before he was found. He told Frank that he had left him everything but his only wish is that the cabin and the land was never sold. He didn't care about the house, which Frank had found the strangest thing of all, as it had been in Frank's family for generations and his wife had adored the place.

Frank didn't understand at the time but just put it down to him sorting out his affairs. Libby told me that Frank had felt guilty ever since, thinking he could have maybe talked him out of it or got him some help. But when Frank spoke to him on the phone, he thought he sounded fine and like his usual self. Of course he had been wrong. The last time Frank saw him he had been with a woman that worked in the library but he never introduced her and she never spoke a word to him. At the time Frank and Libby had been living with Frank's parents while they were house hunting for somewhere near by. They had very nearly signed for a house when Frank got the call about his uncle George.

Of course this wasn't Draven's account of the events, no this was all told to me by Libby not long after I first moved here. Draven knew Frank's uncle for very different reasons. George had started to actually get his life back together unbeknown to his family. He had an evening poker night with some of his old buddies from the fire department and he had finished restoring his cabin which he used for hunting. But one other pa.s.sion of George's was to result in his death. See, he loved the written word but when he worked he had very little time for it and with a house full of his late wife's romance novels he started taking weekly trips to the library. This is where he met the Ego Vereor Demon.

She was working as a Librarian and was instantly attracted to George because she could detect his grief. They soon became friends and starting spending more time together. Draven suspects they also became intimate, which is another big offence in the Demon/Angel world. The only reason Draven was allowed to be with me is because I was different. I was cla.s.sed as the "Chosen one," but I was still in the dark to the details on that one. All I knew is that I was sort of born for Draven but this was still too much of a large pill to swallow and Draven wasn't giving me any water to help knock it down with.

Her name was Yvonne Dubeck and Draven told me that she was called an Ego Vereor Everto, meaning "Self Fear Demon" in Latin. She liked to feed from the negative emotions caused by Paranoia. She would gradually gain the trust of these poor unsuspecting humans by dating them and then little by little she would implant delusions of what people feared the most. In George's case it was Alien abductions.

He soon became obsessed that he had been abducted numerous times and was living in fear until his next abduction. He became a recluse and lived in the woods like a hermit. The only person he would see was Yvonne as he never got abducted when she was around. She would get stronger every second she was around him but because he was a strong character he would get better. But, of course, she would not allow this to happen for long. In the end she got the ultimate high when his paranoia got too much one day and he took his own life, this happened before Draven could intervene.

Draven had been too late to save George and Yvonne disappeared before her punishment could be inflicted. She is now on the wanted list or as Draven put it she is now 'Marked.' Which I gathered was the equivalent to being on the America's top most wanted list. By the time Draven had finished, I felt slightly sick at the thought. My heart ached for Frank's uncle and I shed a few tears during the story. It was just so sad, to have first lost the women you love, to then be tricked by the next. Trust really was a deadly thing!

Draven a.s.sured me though that George's soul would be reunited with his wife's, a bit like a safe pa.s.sage to be favoured by his faith. As a rule the G.o.ds give those that have been wronged by their kind special treatment. I tried to find out more but Draven made a face like this was something I wouldn't want to know, so this inevitably had me more confused than ever.

My phone vibrated as a message flashed up on my phone but Draven was not happy about its sender.