I scuttered back like a crab, my limbs shaking. “Wh—what did you do?”

Moonlight shone on his face, illuminating a strange silver smile. Back to front. Not quite right. Eerie blue light glimmered in his molten eyes. “It’s gone, Appolonnia. Now we can be real.”
He reached for me, but I tugged my hand away, sickness thrashing in my belly. “What?”

He lighted up into a sly crouch, his wings flaring behind him, fingers spread on the wet iron for balance. “Now we can be real together. No hiding. No pretense. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

My face hurt, like I’d smiled too much. I couldn’t pull it straight. My throat ached, and ugly tears skewered my eyes. “But . . . But I needed that. For Jinxx. You said so. You said I could!” Like a child, I knew. But my mind wouldn’t work. My body wouldn’t respond. My flesh still ached from our loving, and I’d already lost him.

“He said that, not me. Always trying to cure you.” He spat the word like poison, his eyes flashing scarlet. “I’ll never want that for you, Ice. I want you just the way you are.”

Disbelief chewed my nerves, and anger spilled like boiling blue ink though my blood. What the hell did he mean? I scrabbled to my feet, dizzy and awkward on the slanting roof, and stabbed a shaky claw down toward my lost mirror. “B—but you just broke my cure! You just killed yourself! Is that meant to be funny? Like, push-me-off-a-skyscraper funny? Your sense of humor really sucks, you know that?”

He waved static-raveled hands. “Mirror, cure, what the fuck ever. He looked into the mirror, Apples, and he got me. Not a disease. Me. You don’t need a cure. You need a fix.”
My bones frosted to icy shards. It was himself he was talking about. His other self, the right-handed one with the broken heart. My heart hammered in denial. “Christ, Andy, wh—?”
“Stop calling me that.” Fury tightened his mouth, shining scarlet in his eyes, and brown rust flecks cracked from his quivering wet wings. “It’s Dennis, okay? Maybe he was doing the talking, but I was there, too. We just made love, and it was pretty fucking mind-blowing if you want my opinion, so the least you can do is get my name right.”
Silence, and a dark chill over my heart. I stammered, terrified I understood. “You’re not making sense. It’s impossible.”

“There’s no impossible. Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out. Dennis, Andy, one half, other half, skanky mirror whispering glitter in my head.” He tugged fiercely at his hair, dragging it into black peaks, and his words spilled faster. “It split us, after she died. He didn’t know. I help him while he’s asleep, I itch and I scratch and he feels better. And now he’s peeked in the glass again and he sees me, Apples, he wants me dead and he wants you dead and boring and cured and if you’re cured you won’t love me anymore and I need you, Appolonnia, I can’t do this on my own, I hate it but I itch and I burn and I can’t stop until they’re dead!” He clenched quivering fists in his hair, muscles bunching like he wanted to rip it out, and only with an effort did he relax.
My stomach rippled, sick. Andy had tried to tell me, but I hadn’t listened. I remembered him on the skyscraper rooftop, his claws sharp and eager on my throat. The way he kissed me, his fingers caressing the top of my spine, squeezing, testing the bones, creeping away sheepish. He could’ve hurt me if he’d wanted to. Could’ve killed me.

I swallowed. Courage, Apples. Deal. “Who’s dead, Dennis?”
“Didn’t tell you that part, did he? God, it’s like a dungeon, living with him. He’s so cold and bitter and . . . and closed off that he can’t connect with anyone, and all I can ever feel is pain and isolation and death. Until you came along. Appolonnia, please, you have to—”

A scream welled in my larynx, and I bit it back. “Who’s dead, Dennis? Tell me!”
He rippled long fingers across his teeth, crafty, and a sweet little smile passed across silvery lips. “Nasty white girl. Bloodsucker boy with blue eyes. Tasty red spriggan.”
Horror spiked my throat. I didn’t know any white girl, god help her. But Danny? I’d fingered Jake for that. And my dirty vampire admirer, just doing what vampires do. Not his fault. Mine.
I sucked in a breath. Calm. Placate the psycho you just made love to. He could be making it up. Just stalking you or something. “Okay. Why, Dennis? How?”

He mimed a quick blow to the chin with the heel of his hand and a slicing motion with his claw, neck height. “Snap, slice, bleed. They hurt you, Appolonnia. I couldn’t bear it. And I itch. We itch. I can’t help it—”
“Yes, you can!” Rage and sorrow spilled over my skin like hot ashes, burning me. My muscles clenched, my wings twitching to fly away forever. My denial was futile. I didn’t doubt him for an instant. I’d felt the strength in those metal fingers. Felt his sweet claw on my vein, his mouth on my pulse. “You killed them for me? That’s fucking insane. Okay? You’re insane!”

Suddenly he was close to me, his dark scent assaulting my senses with heady memory.
But fear hit me harder. I stumbled back, and my foot slipped down wet iron and crumpled the thin metal gutter. My heart crammed into my throat. My arms waved, grasping for balance. I teetered, and Dennis caught my waist in a warm metal embrace.
I struggled, but he bent to my ear and whispered, and his voice held all the emotion and anguish and awe I’d loved. “Insane? Yeah. But so are you, Lady Appolonnia, and it’s wonderful.”
His touch sent an unwelcome throb between my legs. Hot water flushed me. I wanted our skin bare again, my breasts warm on his chest, his hot hard flesh moving inside me. I wanted to claw his pretty metal eyes out.

“No!” I pushed him away and stumbled forward to catch myself. My palms slashed on ragged roof iron. My blood spattered blue in dusty raindrops. I scrambled away, stinging. Fear tugged swift needles through the fabric of my soul, and I wasn’t just afraid that he’d hurt me or I’d lose my wits again and touch him and tell him everything’s okay.
I was afraid he was right. The mirror had changed me into some twisted reflection of myself, and I’d never be the same.

Inside my head, soft glassy chuckles echoed like evil memories. I shook them off, but the whisper wouldn’t die. Unease spiked my skin cold. The damn thing was broken. Wasn’t it?
I backed off along the roofline, hot tears stinging my eyes. My voice choked. “I’m not like you, hear me? I don’t wanna be like you. Keep the hell away from me.”
He stared at me, stunned. His bottom lip quivered, and bright silver tears streaked down his cheeks. “You don’t mean that. Appolonnia, tell me you don’t mean it. Please—”
“I mean it, all right, Dennis, or Andy, or whoever you are.” Black despair washed my soul. He’d broken my heart. But he’d broken so much more than that. My voice shook to shattered remnants that scraped my throat raw. “You smashed my cure. You lied to me. You murdered! I’ll never forgive you. Just stay the fuck away from me.”
“But I need you, Appolonnia. You make everything well. Be with me. I love you!”
Hearing those words from his beloved lips made me want to cry. The anguish on his tear-streaked face slashed at my heart, and I wanted to fall to my knees and scream to heaven and hell with all my power that this had never happened.

But it had.

I couldn’t soften. I couldn’t forgive him. My body trembled, lonely and cold, and my voice cut like glass. “Don’t ever say that to me again.”
I stumbled down to the roof’s edge, my wings straining to support me, and skidded down the drainpipe and away from him.
Appolonnia!” Dennis dives after her, his heart a bubbling mess of terror and guilt. He squeezes the gutter so hard, his claws cut the metal and his fingers sting and bleed. But she’s already gone.
Hiding. Out of sight.

Ragged despair claws his lungs, and he shrieks, his throat ripping inside. He tries to focus, and drags in a sick metal-seeking breath, searching for her, the zip on her dress, the jewels at her wrist, the piercing at her pretty belly. Blinding light stabs from all directions. The stink chokes him. He gags, acid burning his tongue. Metal everywhere. He can’t find her.

Wild current erupts from his wing tips, arcing blue. The wet iron roof sizzles and blackens. Ozone and burnt metal scrape at his nose like sandpaper, and the quicksilver taste of blood doesn’t make him feel better. His eyes sting like poison, and he yowls in agony and dives for the tight comfort of cool titanium on his wrist, crunching his metalsense off. Her honey-sweet fluid still sticks on his fingers, her kiss still fresh and rosy on his lips.

Andy didn’t get her all to himself, oh no. Dennis watched their bittersweet love through smeared black glass, unable to break through, but he was there. He felt her body yearning against his, enjoyed her glorious warmth on his flesh and the incredible heart-wrenching pleasure of making love with her, feeling her sigh and shiver and come on his cock. He felt Andy’s delight like his own, felt every last fiber of his mirrortwinned heart melt into her clear amber eyes.

He slams his body sideways into the roof in rage, just to feel it hurt. The iron crunches, a Dennis-shaped dent. Metallic pain vibrates in his bones, but they don’t break. He never breaks. He just hurts, over and over, pain rotting away his sanity like maggots in meat until all that’s left is agony.
He can’t follow her. She’ll only run, and her pale disgust was already too much to bear.
Without her, he’s nothing but death.

He jerks aching wings and struggles to the roof’s peak, where moonlight shimmers on rain-soaked corrugations, rain clouds at last scudding away. He teeters on the raked edge, and his glamour wobbles drunkenly, sparks showering from shifting images.

His head swirls like black drain water, the cold fingers of switch already filtering through his haze, and Andy’s distant sorrowful moan swells closer. Nausea sloshes into his stomach like warm brine. The switch isn’t far. His mind sprints in crazy urgent circles, dizzying him. Must get her back. Must. Before Indigo comes.

But icy claws slash into the fragments of his shattered heart, ripping him open like a bloody corpse, and he struggles but his vision shimmers away. With one last defiant thrash, he hurls himself at the stars.

Switch...

Andy tumbles in dark air, lost. His pulse screams warning. Falling. Instinctively, he flings out aching wings to break his descent, but too late. The ground looms up, alley walls a tight black tunnel he can’t avoid. His head smashes through a rusty iron gutter. He screams, twisting. Rough bricks rip at his wings, and his body slams down onto wet concrete, a mess of steel-drenched agony.

His guts wrench tight. He can’t breathe. He gasps, cramp punching his diaphragm, and at last blessed air forces in. Bruises swell his body to bursting. Blood spills from his slashed lips in a silvery puddle. He’s bleeding all over, his hair dripping with it, his clothes a sticky mercury mess. He grabs something, anything, his claws scraping ruts in rain-streaked ground, and forces his shuddering bones to move. Pain, blood, slashed flesh. It doesn’t matter. He only cares about her. Must find her before Motionless does, beg her to give him a moment, let him explain that he’d rip Dennis screaming from his heart if he knew how. That he’ll find a way, for her, even if it kills him. If she can only forgive him.

Like he could explain. Like it’s possible she’ll ever forgive him. Dennis did the killing, but it’s all Andy’s fault. He shut Dennis away so tight that the only way he could feel alive was to kill. And Andy and Dennis are closer now. He was there, helpless and trapped when Dennis threw the mirror away. His ears still vibrate with the awful smash of precious magic glass. His fingers still scrabble too late for the lost slide of metal. His soul still screams for her.
Fairysharp sorrow slices his heart. She’ll never forgive him. Dennis will never give up on her. If Andy can’t get rid of his mirror-twin, he’ll damn well never go near her again.
He forces himself to his pain-spiked knees, silver splashing. He can’t forget her. He’ll never forget her, sugarstrawberry girl who for just a few hours melted away his guilt. He owes her for that. He’ll keep her safe as long as he can, until Sammi finally chews the flesh from his bones.
He crackles foil-crumpled wings and staggers to his feet.
A boot slams into his spine, knocking him flat on his face again. Too late the air sparkles with hatred and brass’s limy stink.

He gasps again for breath, a stitch crippling his ribs. A rich snaky chuckle slithers in his ears. “Knew you’d come down sometime, fairydirt. Sammi’s gonna be pleased to see you.”
Fuck. Shoulda listened. Shoulda watched. Shoulda done anything except think about Appolonnia.
Concrete rips stinging skin from his cheek, his palms, his bare chest where Apples dragged his shirt aside. Chris' foot grinds between his shoulder blades, into delicate flight bones that shouldn’t be tampered with. Blood rushes like arousal, hardening his flesh there, the pain exquisite. Metalbone vertebrae crunch, slicing his sensitive nerves. He can’t help but yowl.
Cerulli chuckles. “Teach you to break my mirror.”
A delighted banshee meow. “Can I hit him, too?”
Cerulli snickers, black cane thumping the concrete. “Oh, sweet Ash, you most certainly can.”
Andy’s wings jerk, bloody and useless. He tries to rise, to scrabble to his knees before it’s too late, but the whipcord thrash of leather snaps dangerously in his ears and a swift kick in his temple smashes the lights out.

Notes

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I know i only just started to update again, but this story is soon going to come to an end...
Including this chapter and an epilogue, there are only 7 chapters to go.

Thank you for those who have followed me, and stayed with me whilst this story has grown, i hope you enjoy the last few chapters ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ


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