Forbidden

Chapter 17

-VALERIE'S P.O.V-

    Her being so far away though it's really only a few feet.
"Touch her and I'll rip your throat out."
   I try to ignore the feline. This is why I don't have pets. I love cats.
    I love cats, I fucking LOVE cats. They're so fluffy. But they all hate me.
    But to be apart from her... It hurts.. And almost makes me wish I hadn't fallen... or cared.
    I mentally sigh and try for sleep. Though warm, I feel cold. What has she done to me? I have to be under a spell.

   At some point I tossed. And my hand.. I didn't mean to touch her.
   My hand bitten. Or mauled. I jump out of bed and the pain of her deep scratches in my side.
"What the fuck did I do?"
"I told you not to touch her."
"I ROLLED OVER. I didn't mean to touch your precious fucking angel."
"And if you do again, I won't hesitate to rip out your throat, heart and head off."
    Her warnings make me tear up. My heart ripping to shreds. Like she actually had ripped into my heart.
"It's not like I meant to fall in love with her either."
    The tigers eyes slightly soften but at the same time she doesn't loosen her anger. I sigh heavily and hold my side to try and stop bleeding.
"You can have her." I give in and walk out.
    Joel's eyes instantly catch mine, wide and confused.
"What the fuck happened to you?" He yells and runs over.
"I rolled over in my sleep and her tiger attacked me because apparently I touched her."
"Why aren't you healing?"
   He runs to get towels and water.
"I am. Just slower."
"You normally heal faster."
"Fully aware."
   I do heal fast. But everything that damages me when I'm around her is worse than any other. It's like, though she's a healer, she also weakens me.
   I sigh. For the billionth time.
"Let me bandage you up or something."
   I nod to him. He wraps a bandage around my stomach.
"She tried to bite your hand off."
    I wave my hand in the air, ignoring the pain just to make a joke. Doesnt really work but I am trying ti distract myself. This is all bullshit. It's unfair but I guess... I guess that's how it works.
    He takes my hand and bandages all the way to my hand to my arm. I feel like a mummy.
"I'm going to go get my pillow and maybe a blanket."
   He nods to me. I get up and slowly walk back to my room. I feel the blood seep through the wraps he put on me.
   I don't hurt much. My heart, mainly.
   As I enter my room, she's gone. My heart explodes. And.. I feel myself tear up.
   I wipe the tears as they fall. The angel has me trapped. Trapped in so many ways.
   I don't want to care. I don't want to be in love if it hurts when she's gone. It shouldn't hurt if it's love.
   A hand lightly brushes my good hand, I look over and she smiles lightly.
"I'm so sorry, Val."
"It's okay." I try to comfort her. Even though I know I don't need to.
"It's not."
    She sits a set of clothes down on my dresser before sitting on my bed. So.. She's staying?
"How bad is it?"
    I sit next to her. She takes my good hand in hers. Her eyes fill with a worry, a really strong worry...
"It's okay. I'm healing." ...slowly.
    Her hands begin to burn me, the burn goes to my side, to my arm, to my hand and I cry out to it. I'm not weak but it hurt. Massively.
    I feel... like I'm going to pass out. I hang my head and feel myself slip.
    She guides me under the blankets and wraps her arms around me. My heart seems home.
"Are you really in love with me? Or did you just say that?"
"I.. am." I weakly get out.
"What are we to do?"
    I find the strength and nuzzle into her arms. "I'm.. home."
   Honestly. I've never really had a home.. hell.. a dungeon was a home.
"I don't know how to do this." She says, I hear her voice as weariness as I.
"Me either." I'm trying to hold on.
"Be with me?"
    My heart races quickly. My stomach fills with butterflies and.. I'm just.. scrambled.
"Y..Yes."
    I don't remember if she said anything else, I fall asleep. Well, pass out. Completely drained. Her healing takes all out of me but also heals me..
  
    Why... is he so cruel. He drives the blade into my heart again.
"Powerful isn't she?"
    Too weak to move.
"But won't kill us. Only well, stun." He smirks and drives it into my chest again.
"Your mother would still be here if you hadn't exsisted."
    Memories of my mother... I remember being in the womb. Her telling me how much she loved me. How much she thought I would be great.
    Lucifer brings the blade to my throat.
"You killed your mother."
    I did. And I didn't mean to. If I had been born any other way...
    Her beautiful black hair. The way she smiled. I don't know how I remember it from the womb, but I do. And I remember the love Lucifer had for her.
    He drives the blade in my heart again and I hold in the cry of pain.
"Happy birthday, mutt."
   He leaves the blade in my heart and it begins to burn, the demon steel begins to glow.
"Why don't you cry from pain?"
"Use to it." I'm forced to speak.
"Hm. I'll see you next year, mutt."
   He walks off, leaving the blade in my chest. As he fully leaves, I feel tears form in my eyes.
   Better than last year. Last year I got released from the cross after, I think, 15 years.
   A man walks in, one whom I seem to have befriended. He wipes my face from blood and sweat. He sighs.
"It's unfair what he is doing to you."
   He reaches for the handle of the blade.
"Don't. It burns holders flesh that aren't Lucifer or I's blood. He will feel the power when you grab it and kill you. No one should die for me."
    He frowns and nods. "I'm sorry, Valerie."
    I smile through the pain. I start to slip, pass out to the constant seer in my heart. At least these dreams are nice.
    I see my mother and all her beauty. She lightly rubs her tummy, trying to comfort my kicks for her attention. Her smile so beautiful.
   She would tell me I was meant to be great. Meant to leave this place. But over.. 1400? I haven't. Not for 1400 years. If she wouldn't have left..
    I wake slightly but keep in my thoughts.
    I know I'm immortal by now. But hold no other.. powers. I can speak to rats that travel along down here. And one time that cat.
   I think maybe I had compelled Joel to be my friend, or he is just a kind damned soul. Other than that, I don't know if I have powers. Or do I?
   I must though, I'm his child. I'm trapped in his cage. The one meant to keep him caged... I think maybe I'm in here, the dungeon and prison because I could be stronger than him.
    A sharp pain comes from my chest, standing out from the rest. The sword turns in circles in my chest. It shines bright and burns. I know he toys with the blade from above to try and make me cry out in pain but... I don't give him the cries he wants.
   I pass out to the pain.

   I wake up with a tight squeeze and a kiss to my forehead.
"Val?"
    I didn't know I was crying. "Yeah?" I try to sound as if I'm not.
    I look over in the corner and Sekia grows with light. Something in me panics.. is.. he here?...
"What's wrong? You can talk to me."
   I charge myself and slow the world and run to my sword and then to Joel, who was, as usual, doing research.
"I think he's near." I say when I get time together.
"What are you talking about?"
"Sekia. She's glowing." I hold up the sword.
"No she's not, Valerie."
"Yes she is." I look to the sword... she's not.
   Joel rushes to my side. I find myself on my knees in tears.
"Which one was it this time?"
"I didn't mean to kill mom. I didn't mean to.." I choke.
   Joel has never held me because I would always hurt him. I didn't mean to... But with Ninfa around, I learned to control it, sort of. He pulls me into a hug and I cry into his shoulder.
"Valerie. You're free."
"I'm not. I'm never."
"Val.." I feel Ninfa's arms wrap from behind and I'm being held from both of them her head rests against my shoulder.
"Which one was it?"
"Before I got out.."
"That's why you see her glow."
"He taunts me even if.. when.. even.." I feel myself begin a panic attack.
"Valerie, you're free. It's okay."
   Ninfa's lips lightly touch my shoulder and I feel instantly relieved from the chest pain. I wish she wouldn't heal me when it hurts her but ever since she found out she could.. It looks like she finds the smallest reasons to do so.
"You're free."
"It wasn't fair. I didn't mean to kill her. I didn't mean to."
"A mother dying in childbirth is normal. There was nothing you could do."
"It wasn't fair.." I feel myself cry only harder in his and her embrace.
   I cried. And cried. Until I had no more tears.