~Archer~

Deanne is sprawled out on Kaitie's white couch, her long legs crossed upon the prized coffee table. Kaitie would've thrown a fit, had she known. Hell, she would've kicked her right out when she pulled out that darn cigarette, had she not been hungover. 

That woman had a very famous temper. Then and now.

Deanne chuckles. 

'I couldn't help it,' she snickers, chugging down her beer. 'It was funny watching her trying to place who I was.'

I sit upright. 'You read her thoughts?'

Deanne sets the bottle down, before leaning back and folding her arms behind her head. She looks....different. She looks good, in fact. Her looks definitely do justice to her rash, stubborn personality. 

Deanne had always been on the wild side. She was the kind who would jump off a cliff without a second thought. She was like a cat - it was hard to gain her trust. But once she loved you, she gave her everything. She protected you with everything she got. And if you ever, ever got on her bad side, then you, kind sir, are a dead man walking.

'Why thank you, uh... whatever are you calling yourself nowadays?'

I roll my eyes. I took days coming up with that one. 'Archer. Archer Jonah Miles.'

'Hm. Archer. Not worth the days you spent on it, dude.'

I hate this girl and her freaking power over my mind. She smirks.

'Archer's way better than Deanne. I mean, what kind of a name is that? Anyways,' I say, as I see her trying to argue, 'Kaitie?'

Deanne sighs. 'Mahn, I've missed her. I just wanted to hug her and like, never let go.' She frowns and picks at one of the zippers on her jacket. 

'She doesn't remember.' I state, more to myself than Deanne. 

'No.'

I want to punch something, anything. Maybe the wall, but I don't think Kaitie would appreciate a hole in her precious walls. I let out a frustrated growl, and Deanne gives me a pissed off look. 

'Well, the dreams were the right thing to do. She has no idea about the curse, which means that it is up to us to push her till she breaks.'

I think about Kaitie. Guilt eats me up every time when I see the bags underneath her eyes, the empty beer bottles she tries to hide, when I hear her toss and turn at night waiting for her sleeping pills to kick in. My heart breaks into a million pieces when she cries, knowing that I'm the cause of her pain, and that I can't do anything to stop it.

'I don't think she can take anymore, D.'

'Archery, Archery, Archery.'

'It's Archer.'

'You underestimate Kaitie. She is more powerful than you, even.'

I bury my face in my hands. 

'Besides,' Deanne scoots closer to me, her voice dropping to a whisper. 'We don't have much time. If Klo ever comes to know, she's going to kill me.'

I growl again. 'Fucking Klo. That bitch is mine.'

'No,' Deanne rolls her eyes again, looking every bit a punk teen. 'That bitch is Kaitie's. So, I say we fast forward things a bit, and get her to crack.'

I bite my lip again. 'She's so heartbroken...'

'Hey, hey, hey. You wanted Tristan out of the picture.'

I narrow my eyes at her. Now she's really pissing me off. 'I am not a saint to watch another guy have his hands all over my girl's body. Plus, he was a cheating bastard.'

'The point is, Archer, Kaitie is close. Klo is rounding up the others and we would have a war on our hands very soon. And it's not going to help if our greatest warrior is a raving amnesiac. Besides,' she places a palm on my shoulder. 'Don't you miss her, Luc?'

I close my eyes. I can still see her, kissing me. She had been drunk and out of her mind, and it took all of me not to loose my control. Her lips were like honey and I had been deprived for so long. It was like nothing ever changed - she was still the same, her touch ignited me, and she possessed every inch of me. She was more than powerful to bring me to my knees and so was I, but with her I was vulnerable, and she took advantage of it, taking up everything I offered her, and giving me nothing.

I was tired of waiting. 

I miss her, terribly. I miss waking up next to her, I miss seeing her smile, I miss hearing the wind carry her laugh, I miss the smell of her hair, I miss her curves, I miss her kisses, her love, her passion, her anger, her tears, her everything.

I miss her, more than I would ever care to admit, and she does not have a fucking clue.

Kaitie McBarrow was mine, ever since the beginning of time.  

And when I finally got her back again, I was never going to let her go.

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