El Dia de los Muertos.

Tara: I didn't like any of the ideas I came up with. I crumpled up my painting of humans and threw it out the window.

Rose: I think he was holding me to make sure he didn't beat the shit out of him. Whatever. I liked it. "Then how do you know me? You haven't been.... stalking us, have you?" I asked. I think I could trust him... he was just being a kid brother. He didn't seem dangerous..... right?

Aiden: I sighed. Probably making out, snuggling, then making out more. Maybe going the distance. That part was unlikely though.

Tara: I caught sight of Rose and Apollo out the window. They were cute. I sighed. I wanted a boyfriend, too, though I'd never admit it.

^Whoa, major role-reversal from Kidnapped!

Hell yeah!

Aiden: I was too high up to see the couple. But quite frankly, they could be doing something I wasn't sure I wanted to see.

Tara: I shut the window with a frown. The only angel that I had any interest in...hated me.

Vincent: I sat down on the ground, crossing my legs and mirrored the flat, serious expression Apollo had on his face at the moment. My eyes flicked to Rose, and I smiled. "Sorry if I creep you out...yes, I am a bit of a stalker, but I have my reasons. The Elders wouldn't let me reveal myself to Mr. Dark-And-Mysterious until/unless he died, including anyone he was involved with as well. Personal reasons." When I said that last part, Apollo expression changed, only slightly, and I knew he understood.

Apollo: I simply kissed Rose's forehead, smiling down at her. I would never openly admit it, but this perfect outcome was now just a bit sweeter having my little brother back.

But if he interrupted anything between Rose and myself, I would bury hin six feet under with his wings serving as a grave-marker...

Rose: I smiled up at him. He looked so much more handsome with the eyes in full color. They suited him perfectly. I don't understand how he could have forgiven me, or even let me, or even encouraged me to do what I did. His shirt had a rip where the wound was, but it was sealed underneath, the only clue it existed was his shirt. I didn't deserve him.

Apollo: I looked at Rose as she spared a glance at the tear in my shirt from where the knife had impaled me. My eyes softened, but held back the sadness that was surfacing inwardly. I knew what was going through her mind, and I made a split-second decision. Rose...would you allow me to do something for you...?

Rose: I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I asked, perplexed.

Apollo: I let up a small reassuring smile, It will put your mind at ease.

Rose: "what is it...?" I asked, really confused now.

Apollo: I shook my head. No questions. I just need to know if I have your consent.

Rose: I shrugged. "Sure." I trusted him.

Apollo: I smiled. Close your eyes, then. Once she did that, I played a slow, gentle melody, provoking the memory of my death to the front of her mind. She started crying, but kept her eyes closed. I felt terrible for making her experience it again, but it would all be better for her soon. Soon, all of her emotions during that event were placed within me; all her terror, her sadness, guilt, her hatred was now my burden to bear. Even the dream she was so shaken by was uplifted from her mind and locked weighted against my own. She would know that it took place, but as for heavy, dark emotions chaining her down, she would have no more when thinking back on it.

I forced myself to keep steady and calm as I opened my eyes and told her she could do the same, even though I wanted to do nothing more than scream and cry. I coaxed a soft smile onto my face as I stroked her cheek, ignoring Vincent's blazing gaze on my back. Better?

Rose: "what.... what did you do?" I asked, trembling slightly as I leaned against his chest.

Apollo: It's a secret, I said, stroking her head. Is it better now?

Rose: "a little." I smiled a little, then kissed him.

Apollo: I returned the kiss, my energy dissapating by the second.

Rose: I pulled back. "Are you tired?" I asked.

Apollo: I smile, shaking my head 'no.'

Rose: I frowned. "Are you sure?"

Apollo: I smile reassuringly.

Vincent: "LIAR!" I accuse, jabbing a finger at him. "You're pants are gonna light on fire!!"

Apollo: I hurl the flute at him with a (mute) snarl, nailing him directly between the eyes.

Rose: "hey, stop it. No fighting. Otherwise ill pull my sword out. Then you both will quiet down." I leaned against Apollo, sighing. I had a headache from whatever he did. Like I was going to tell him that. Something came to me as I noticed something, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up, because I didn't want to upset either of them.

Apollo: I pull her close, effectively ignoring my idiot brother. After a few minutes, Rose began to seem uneasy. I pulled her back slightly, looking at her her, the question plain in my eyes.

Rose: "its nothing. Just something stupid that I remembered."