After a long staring competition with Natalie, Elijah hauled Lucien and threw him over his shoulder. The angel/demon was featherlight. He still smelled faintly of blood, even after his wounds had been healed and sealed. Elijah wondered what was wrong with him with his suicidal tendencies. Elijah had lived for centuries without the will to die. Even if he’d gone through excruciating years of insipid torment, he had never thought of killing himself.
Dahlia lead them to her van. She helped Elijah guide Lucien into the back seat and dove into the front.
It took only minutes to get them to her house, and in those minutes, Lucien went from zombie, to sitting upright with one horn tapping against the glass with the bumps in the potholed road.
He staggered from the parked van and swerved to the left and into the mailbox, catching it for support.
Natalie helped him out, striding fast to him and holding his arm. Elijah was there in lightning speed, telling her, “It’s best I help him instead of you. We don’t know how stable he is at the moment. You might get hurt.”
Natalie didn’t argue with Elijah about it. She went with Dahlia while Elijah aided Lucien, keeping him from stumbling on the ground.
Dahlia fumbled for her keys and held the door open for the two boys. The house was enormous, much too big for just one girl to be living in all by herself. But the grand entrance stood still in the dark with no trace of a family photo or stray pair of shoes to suggest anyone lived there other than Dahlia. She closed the door behind the boys and nodded in the direction of a ultra plush sofa in front of the window. “Does anyone want some wine? I think we could all use it.” She eyed Elijah as he helped Lucien to the sofa, then glanced hopefully at Natalie.
Natalie perched on the chair’s arm for a moment. “That will be great.” She sliced a glance at Elijah, made sure he wasn’t going to shoot Lucien again. “I definitely need a glass,” she told Dahlia and went with her in the kitchen.
Elijah plopped on the seat close to Lucien’s, snapping out the gun from his waistband and dropping it on the mid-table. He could hear Natalie and Dahlia’s voices from the kitchen, but other than their wine voices, the house was quiet. He crossed his legs and focused on Lucien. “Are you in the right condition to talk sense?”
Lucien glanced up at Elijah through his endlessly black eyes. He pulled the tattered bits of his t-shirt closed with little success, after trying once he couldn’t care enough about his bare chest. He reclined into the sofa and placed his hands over his heart like he were trying to gauge just how alive he really was.
“I suppose so. Tell the girls if I beg you to kill me again.” He didn’t smile, not even the ghost of a smile cracked against his pale lips.
“I’m not really the kind of person who’ll defend himself in a crime he willingly committed.” Elijah leaned sideways on the seat, propping his chin on his fist. “It baffles me, eternal creatures wishing for death? What has gone in that mind of yours?” Demons and angels, rarely had Elijah encountered ones who called for death, none until now. “Why do you wish to perish when your life is everlasting?”
Lucien played with the fraying bits of his shirt. “I actually don’t know if I am actually immortal.”
Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne
The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!
Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!
HE’S UP! What’s going to happen as Lucien faces his attacker?
Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015
Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015