Okay, here's Chappie 8! Sorry, no songs on this one xD
"Are you sure it's okay?" Maxime asked as the twins carried her bags in.
David grinned as he set one bag beside the couch. "It's fine. We do recall asking you to move out of that hell-hole a lot of times."
"More than I could count," Dan added setting the other bag beside the first. "Sorry we couldn't bring the bed here."
"The couch is fine," Maxime said quickly. "I promised not to be too much of a bother."
"You were never a bother and you never will be," Dan said. "And you can have my bed. I'll sleep on the couch."
"I know you're quite the gentleman, Danny, but she can have my bed," David cut in. "You hate sleeping on couches, so you don't have to do this."
"So do you, Dave," Dan argued.
"You hate it more!" David shot back.
"No, you do!"
"Like hell you do!"
"You, you asshole!"
"No, you motherfucker!"
The twins began to argue and Maxime sighed. She was beginning to have second thoughts about moving in with the twins. Their gestures of kindness sometimes resulted in this.
"HEY!" she shouted before they could begin a rumble. "You both can keep the fucking beds! I'll sleep on the couch."
"But-" the twins protested.
"NO BUTS!" she snapped. The fact that she was swearing meant that she was about to lose it. "Look, you guys are going in what, a week? I'll sleep on the couch until you guys go then I'll borrow the beds 'til you get back. Sound okay to you?"
She glared at them, as if daring them to refuse the offer. David and Dan looked at each other, weighing their options.She crossed her arms, waiting for their answer.
"That's...not a bad idea," Dan finally said.
"deal," the twins said.
That night, Maxime couldn't sleep. She was restless, her mind troubled by the nightmare that played over and over again in her memory. As the twins slept nearby, she got up, opened the window, and climbed up to the roof.
There was no wind, and all she could see were the tops of various buildings in the city.Thugs, drunkards, and hookers prowled below, doing what they did best. They disturbed the peacefulness of the quiet night, destroyed the serenity of the midnight sky. Maxime sat on the ledge of the roof, looking up at the heavens, one foot dangling.
Was she going insane? Did she really see him during the concert and at the funeral? Or was she just hallucinating, bring her nightmare to life?
"I assure you, it's more than a nightmare," an unfamiliar voice whispered beside her.
Maxime turned to the direction of the voice and gasped, nearly falling off the roof. But a warm, powerful hand grabbed her forearm, keeping her steady.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have startled you," said the intruder.
He was a man who looked to be in his early twenties, with dark, dark brown hair and eyes that were ruby red. Maxime stared straight into them. They were the same as the angel in her nightmare...but gentler, warmer. Is it possible that it was the same angel, but in a different form? Maxime looked at the wings that stretched behind him. They were blood red, same as her nightmare angel.
"Who...are you?" she asked.
He looked at her for a long while before replying. "I am Azrael."
Maxime got off the ledge, not believing what she was seeing. Was it possible that she was dreaming again?
Did she doze off?
"I'm having another dream again, am I?" she said, more to herself than the being before her. "Yeah, that's it. I'm dreaming and anytime now, I'll wake up."
Suddenly, the angel called Azrael reached over and gave her a hard pinch on the arm.
"Ow!" Maxime rubbed the spot. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Proving you aren't dreaming," he said as he sat on the ledge.
"I must be dreaming," Maxime said in bewilderment. ""You...you can't possible be real!"
"I assure you, I am," he said softly. "You've met him, am i right? He's begun to plague you."
"Azazel. He's been following you for some time now, am I right?"
Was he referring to the angel from her nightmare?
"I...I think so," Maxime said. "He...he was in my nightmare."
"He's a nightmare in his own right," Azrael said. "And you must never listen to him."
"Why should I listen to you?!" Maxime snapped."You suddenly appear, telling me about your freaky friend while you're as freaky as he is! This Azazel guy told me that he could make my life better and you're telling me no to listen to him? Why should I trust you?!"
Azrael seemed unperturbed. "because Azazel is not who he appears to be. His eyes turned cold. "And he's not my friend. He's hasn't been for centuries."
"What are you guys?" she found herself asking. "Angels?"
"We used to be. It was a very, very, very long time ago."
He stared at her. "Azazel is fallen. As am I."
Maxime gaped at him. This shouldn't be happening, it was impossible! She waited for someone to yell out "PUNKED!", but no one did.
"Fallen?" she asked. "Like what, Lucifer?"
"Something like that," Azrael said. "This is why you shouldn't listen to Azazel, no matter how many promises he makes. he wants you to fall, just like we did."
"I'm already fallen. Look at how shitty my life is now. Besides, you fell too, right? Why should I trust you... Azrael?"
He stood before her, his wings brushing against her body. His gaze held hers, and for a few minutes, neither of them spoke.
"Because...I'm trying to save you," he said. "I don't want to fail again."
"Why do you want to save me?" Maxime asked. "I'm nobody."
"I always try to stop Azazel's victims from falling."
"But why would he want me?"
"Because your life has made you vulnerable to his advances. You have to resist him, Maxime. You must stay strong." He stepped away from her. "Don't give in to him."
"Can't I just...call the police to have him leave me alone?"
"On;y you can see us, hear us, talk to us. I'll be here, Maxime. If you need me, just call my name."
Maxime's eyes opened and she sat up, finding herself back on the couch in David and Dan's apartment. Moonlight streamed through the open window, and a light breeze blew through the room.
"Was that...another dream?" Maxime wondered.
She felt something tucked under her hand that was under the blanket. Maxime pulled it out and her eyes widened.
It was a crimson feather.
"I guess that one was real," Mazime whispered to herself.
The next day, Maxime woke up to the sound of a certain someone playing loud riffs on his guitar. The smell of pancakes drifted around the apartment.
"Danny, turn that damn thing off before I smash it over your head," Maxime groaned, pulling a pillow over her head. She heard Dan laugh and continue playing.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!" David's (or Dan's) voice sang out. "We got breakfast ready!"
Maxime threw her pillow in the voice's direction and pulled the blanket up over her head. It barely stayed there for five seconds before someone pulled it off her.
"Hey!" Maxime was wide awake now. "David! Give that back!"
"No more sleeping!" David said as he evaded Maxime's grabs for her blanket. "It's a beautiful day and we're going out!"
"Out where?" Maxime asked. She surrendered any chance of going back to sleep and followed the twins to the dining table.
"We are going to go have some fun today," Dan said as they piled pancakes on her plate. "You and Devon need a break. So, we're all going out."
Maxime grinned and geedily wolfed down the tower of pancakes before her.
"That's fine with me," she said with her mouth full. "As long as I get to shower first."