Dark Angel

It was nice to have Cleo so close... the way she dressed you with such an eye for detail, dictating your fashion, your look, your smell. Just seeing the effort that she was making, even if she was frowning the whole time, made You smile.

Cleo lent in smelling you as she straightened out your Black tie with its gold crosshatch patterns, making sure your Lord's locket was tucked safely away "Did you brush your teeth?" She asked.

"Yes, I did. Mom." You grinned.

Cleo punched your arm, then quickly checked for scuffs on your Black shirt and wiping off your plaid Vest "Shut up. it is a lady's duty to look after her... Her..." She hesitated.

"Her Lord?" You asked coyly.

She put on a ladylike stance "Yes." She placed her hands together at her front "Love is like an Old Hill Willow..." she started "It's gnarled and twisted but... It's beautiful. I think my father used to say that? That Harlow girl may be an idiot, but she's good-hearted, unlike the rest of us."

"Was that almost a compliment there? are you going soft on me?" You asked softly. Cleo folded her arms tightly, silently moving over to the bed, her legs shining from under your hoody which was 4 sizes too big for her.

"I'll take something soft from you in a minute you... fuckmndftjdhdhd." She mumbled incoherently as she tossed herself under the sheets.

The doors to the cave burst open. You twisted around expecting to see Belle's form, but it was not the Brunette that darkened your door. But a woman Pale and Beautiful, her Fiery red mane of wavy hair flowing in the wind, scuffed up and cold as Her eyes burned a deep red.

"Rose?" You said with a grin, walking up to your lover with arms wide and a bright smile, longing to feel her in your arms for the first time in what felt like a while.

"Hello, Beloved." She said coldly, walking right past you and slipping out of your grasp.

You stood for a moment, dumbfounded and turning to see that she had already vanished into the kitchen. You caught up with her, rushing to her side as she opened the fridge and started to bunch them up in her arms. Staring at her bruises and the hacks on her... Guns and roses shirt, you raised an eyebrow "What are you wearing, it looks like something Diana wears at home?" You chuckled, the Beautiful redhead mostly ignoring you.

"That is because it is hers. I had to borrow it." She said simply, grabbing a few chocolate bars, an energy drink or two, the ham, and touching the bread before shaking her head and putting it back.

"Well why are you borrowing it, where have you been? You look like you've just been hit by a truck!" She didn't answer you, she merely slipped the items into her bottomless purse and rubbed her chin thoughtfully before going to rush off.

You must be a lot faster than before because you had never managed to snatch Your lover's wrist mid-flight before, the sudden shock of her stop whipping at the air like a cracking whip.

Slowly revolving around, Rose turned to stare at You, her eyes flickering between your eyes and your hand on her "What?" She asked bluntly.

"What?" You growled feeling the pulsing annoyance in your veins "You look like you've been in a fight... You expect me to not say a word?"

Rose blinked, reaching down to take your hand and moving towards you with puckered lips. Naturally, you braced for what would doubtlessly be another one of her passionate and intoxicating kisses, though you were quickly blue balled with an innocent kiss on the cheek "Yes. Not a word at all." She said "I am fine, everything is fine..." she eyed your attire "You look handsome."

"You aren't curious as to what I'm up to?" You asked.

Rose's red eyes danced speculatively across the room, to Cleo, to your tie, to the colour, leaning forward to smell your cologne and nodding to herself.

"You are going on a date, not with her, you two most likely just had intercourse, she smells in her afterglow and is wearing your hoodie. but the Colone is soft as to not overpower a Vampire's senses, you are wearing black with gold, so you are going for tasteful." She spoke quickly and clearly, leaving you in disbelief.

"Hmmm, Are you going on a date with the Thrall?" She asked.

"Meeting her parent's..." You said slowly.

Rose nodded "Of course, You never dress this formally."

"You are a goddamn genius, you know that?" You muttered.

"I am an Inquisitor. and You look great, you'll do great."

It was a nice compliment or it would be if she didn't sound like she was talking to her annoying little cousin "I will return later, I... I love you. good luck." She pecked your cheek again, before rushing off, leaving you thoroughly confused and a little sour.

You frowned a little, feeling a Rose-sized hole in your soul where her love was supposed to be.

Luckily things were quiet from there, but as You sat with Cleo watching Tv, waiting for Belle to show up, Your thoughts stormed with thoughts on Rose "What the Hell is wrong with her lately, she's acting all weird and cold and calculating." You hugged your knees childishly.

Cleo huffed "You just described the Inquisitor in a nutshell." She pointed out, You merely rubbed your eyes, the pain of your burst blood vessel aching. The Goth eyed you "You really love that weirdo don't you?" She asked earnestly.

"Yeah... I'm just... she's never acted like this before, well maybe when I first met her, but that was ages ago now! AND BELLE IS LATE! ugh what am I gonna do!"

Cleo grinned darkly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort "You know sometimes I forget you're just a kid, it's awfully humbling for you." She spat.

Glaring at the girl, your eyes flashed "Shut. Up."

"Are you gonna strangle me? troglodyte, will it make you feel any better about your runaway freak of a girlfriend?" this was to get a rise out of you, to get herself manhandled, but you were not gonna let her win.

"Sticks and stones, Lady Axton, sticks and stones."

Cleo huffed, sitting in a stop as You sat back. *Click* "OW!" You winced at the offending click of Cleo's fingers at Your ear "What was that for!?"

"Oh, nothing." She said with grim satisfaction."

"Whatever." You frowned "Just don't do it again--" *Click* "--GAH stop doing that--" *Click* "That is it, you are screwed!" You yelled, jumping the Goth, the two of your tumbling to the ground, claw's brandished, mouth agape with razor-sharp fangs.

"What are you two, doing?"

Pricking your head up from the floor, peeking out over Cleo's shoulder to see... well..

Belle wore a long black silk dress, it's segment's divided in two that hugged her round and sultry waist down to the top of her thighs, but then broke off into loose frills to show off her lean and shiny legs. she stood in fine Black high heels that matched her White monochrome shawl which had bright furry accents. the dress held strong on that thin waist, curving so perfectly up to her bust that You honestly thought that You were looking at some kind of anomalous dessert mirage that Your mind had concocted.

Oh but the laced design on her huge breasts just begging to be busted free, or the Silver hooped earrings that hung from her ears weren't what crowned this incarnation of utter Perfection, no... it was her face... those cheeks blushed to be dark so that her waving cheekbones were announced, maroon was the gloss on her full lips and her Rich brown hair was in a long masterfully crafted braid that fell down to her breast.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh." What are thoughts? how do you speak again? words... things... something... whatever.

Belle smiled, descending down towards you like an Onyx Angel "Come on, you." With her exceptional vampiric strength, the Beauty hoisted you Up on your feet as Your eyes refused to look literally anywhere else other than her.

"You like?" She asked, giving you a little twirl.

Collecting your jaw from the floor, You searched for the words "Isabelle Harlow. You are... fucking delightful."

Really? is that the best you can do?

"You don't look so bad yourself there, Master.... Oh... what happened to your eye, are you okay?" God, she was cute. She squeaked excitedly "Ooooh, We are such a fabulous couple! this is gonna be fun... as long as we don't fuck it up and eat everyone!" She said thoughtfully "Oh well, I'm sure it will be fine."

Cleo sat back on the couch, flipping to another Channel and catching Belle's attention "Hi Cleo... are you wearing, Charlie's Hoodie..." Joy exploded from the Brunette "OMG OMG OMG did you too finally!?--"

"Yeah, yeah, don't make a big deal out of it." Cleo pouted, though it was quickly interrupted by Belle leaping on her

"I am so happy for you! I thought you'd never get over that whole smiling thing and just get on with it but you did! ooooh, we are gonna be like sisters!!" She cried, smothering a very grumpy looking Cleo.

"Yeah... right." She muttered, half-muffled by Belle's huge bust.

Belle took your arm, fidgeting so quickly that her jewelled bracelets jingled violently "Ok do we have everything are we ready are we all good, I'm so nervous and excited, nothing can go wrong everything is gonna fine just fine just fine perfectly great!" She was talking at one thousand miles per hour.

Rubbing her hand softly, you calmed her with a smile "Everything is going to be fine, You look perfect, we have everything. did you eat already?" You asked.

Belle nodded, lost in your eyes "Good." You said "Now just remember, if being around them get's a little... to much, then just pinch me and I'll get us out of there alright?"

"Alright." She said warmly "Wait, is it okay to travel in these clothes? what if we mess them up?"

"Oh I have a Rune for that don't worry!" You assured though you worried slightly about if you could recall the specific shape of the Reconstruction rune.

"Great, see you later Cleo, wish us luck!" Belle waved.

"Yeah, good luck. whatever." Cleo muttered, eyeing you both with a reserved kind of warmth. one that You were glad that You could detect.

"Thank you, Cleo."