Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful break and awesome new year!

I'm sincerely sorry that I didn't get the promised chapters up, but I was hit with a major case of writer's block…so it kind of makes it difficult ;)

Disclaimer: Becca Fitzpatrick owns all the characters and ideas of Hush, Hush. I just own this plot ;)

Nora POV

I love Patch. I love him so much it hurts sometimes.

The only thing I was aware of was Patch's hands trailing up my thigh and his mouth on mine.

I ran my hands up and down his chest, feeling his toned stomach against my fingertips.

He shivered and broke off the kiss to smile at me, "Nora. Angel. I can feel you. I can sense you all around me. It feels so much better than I could ever imagine before".

His new piercing blue eyes sparked with excitement of the ideas he thought of.

I smirked down at him, "I always wished you could feel what I feel. Now you can!"

Our lips met again and sent more sparks through each of our bodies. Patch flipped us over and smirked at the surprised look on my face.

I hooked my leg around his hip and brought us even closer together.

I was so absorbed in the taste and feel of Patch, that I was pretty sure at least an hour went by with us making out behind a sand dune.

"Angel, look."

I peeked up and saw the beach. Empty.

"How long have we been doing this?" I laughed out loud and rolled off of Patch.

He stole a look at his watch, "About three hours…"

Patch and I looked at each other and started laughing so hard, we clutched our stomachs.

"I think we should head back to my house," running my finger up and down his chest, I continued, "I can imagine a few things we can do in that quiet, empty house." I smiled at him and looked into his piercing eyes.

They were hungry and passionate, but they had a hint of something else…

"What's wrong Patch?" I questioned, pressing my palm against his stomach.

He looked off into the distance, as if listening for quiet noises, "Something's…off…"

I searched the area behind Patch with my new sight. Darkness spread itself over the coast, shops and concession stands had their doors closed and locked, and only a few dim lights lead down the beach to illuminate the way.

The dark figures of trees and benches were all I saw, until a movement near a small fishing shop caught my eye.

I sucked in a small breath and ducked farther down on top of Patch so we wouldn't be seen.

"What—", Patch cursed from under me, "What did you see? Did you see something?"

"There's someone over next to that building! I saw someone hide!" I fiercely whispered to him as I peaked back over the dune. I searched the side of the building where I saw the movement, and found a couple pairs of glowing eyes searching the small, sandy area near where we were. "I think they're looking for us."

Patch silently flipped us over and took a low, protective stance over me. He watched the glowing eyes run over us, not seeing where we were hiding, and finally disappear. We waited for what felt like an hour but was only a few minutes until Patch finally spoke in a hushed tone, "What are the Searchers doing here in Coldwater?"

"What? The Searchers? Who are they?" I lifted myself out from under Patch and sat against the sand dune. My fingers rubbed the skin on my back where sand scratched it.

Patch finally calmed a little and looked at me, "Search Angels. It's weird, because they are only released from Heaven when extremely dangerous fallen angels are on the loose…"

I scratched the back of my neck, "When you say extremely, you mean—"

"Extremely. Like, serial killers killing by the hundreds, extreme. I haven't heard of any dangerous fallen around Coldwater. I keep in check with that sort of topic with Rixon…" Patch still looked confused.

"I say we get out of here and get back to my house. It's kind of creepy around here at night…" I stood up and took Patch's hand. He still looked hesitant about leaving with the Searchers still wondering about, but he finally stood and wrapped his arm around me. We walked back to the jeep, alone in the middle of the beach parking lot.

After about an hour's drive, Patch pulled the jeep into my driveway and cut the engine.

"Home sweet home", he smiled to me, but I could still tell there was a hint of caution in his voice.

"Yep. Come on, we can make tacos!" I smiled and silently rejoiced when he laughed at my enthusiasm. He got out and came around to my side to open the door for me.

Once inside the house, we turned on all the lights and feasted on mini-tacos.

After we finished, Patch and I made our way upstairs to my bedroom.

I opened the door, and gasped at what I saw. My closet looked like it had vomited clothes all over the floor and furniture. Picture frames were thrown against walls and glass was sprinkled around it. Surprisingly of all, bloody footprints were strewn all around the room leading and ending at the window.

Once again, Patch leaned in front of me in a defensive stance. "What the hell is going on?" His voice was angry and confused.

"Was it the Searchers?" I asked and put my hand on his tense shoulder.

"No, they are much more careful than this. It has to be someone else…but who?"

"I—" I paused and listened, "What is that noise?"

Patch tensed up even more and backed me up against the wall with his back to me so he could protect me from any following dangers. Loud whispers shook up the stairs and shadows followed. These shadows were in the shapes of large, tall figures threatening to attack but staying at bay.

"What the hell?" I stared, wide-eyed at the approaching demons.

Patch squished me up further against the wall and sucked in a breath, "Crap".

OOOO! Cliff-hanger!

Again, sorry for the delayed updates!

Question of the Chapter:
What is your favorite "color-combination" for hair, eyes, and skin?
My answer: I think light tanned skin, dark brown hair, and bright blue/green eyes are to die for. Absolutely gorgeous!

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Erin