Tales From The Bat II

Angels

(Story starts)

A werewolf angel named Wanda was on Earth, she had lost the cloud to go back home. Wanda noticed some house, she flew into the house and hid in the closet. [The next day] A stein named Quinten was waking up, but he noticed a light coming from his closet. "What is that light?" Quinten questioned, he opened the closet and screamed, Wanda screamed at him as well. Quinten then realized something about Wanda, he did a gasp. "An angel..." Quinten gasped, looking at Wanda's halo, white dress, and shiny wings. [A few moments later] Quinten's older stein sister named Faye was coming back from ballet practice, along with her little stein brother named Fran. "There's a what?" Faye asked. "I found an angel in my closet." Quinten stated, Faye did a laugh as if her little brother was crazy.

"An angel? They're not even real Quinten!" Faye laughed. "Angels are real Faye, they're just in heaven." Fran grumbled, crossing his arms. "I'm telling the truth Faye." Quinten sighed. "Pfft, little kids and their imaginations." Faye smirked, but Wanda came along with a smile and was flying, Faye and Fran dropped their jaws. "Quinten, is that-" Fran was cut off by Quinten. "Yes Fran, it's an angel." Quinten smiled. "How did she get here?" Faye asked. "I don't know, I found her in my closet." Quinten stated, Wanda then got some cotton candy and turned it into some cloud and other angels. "Is that your home?" Fran questioned, Wanda did a nod. "How did you get lost?" Faye whimpered, Wanda got a piece of paper and wrote something on it, Quinten began to read what Wanda had wrote.

"The angels were going to Earth to look for something to eat, until we noticed an earthling and had to hide. The angels had to go back home quickly, but a branch caught me and the cloud closed on me." Quinten read. "Do you talk Wanda?" Fran asked. "I do talk, It's just that angels are scared and shy to talk to earthlings... Well, earthlings we haven't met when we were earthlings." Wanda sighed. "We won't hurt you, but we'll have to hide you from our parents or any adults, only teens and children can know about you." Faye added as Wanda did a nod, two steins named Frank and Eunice were the parents of the kids. [A few moments later] The kids gave Wanda food to eat. "This is milk, it's good for you." Fran smiled, Wanda took a sip of the milk and did a little burp.

"What's your home like?" Quinten asked. "It's pretty much like Earth, except people fly and everything is mostly made out of clouds." Wanda stated, Faye accidentally pinched Wanda. "Oops, sorry." Faye whimpered. "Don't worry, I didn't feel." Wanda smiled. "What do you mean?" Fran dropped. "Angels cannot feel, we hear, smell, see and taste. Earthlings cannot feel our touches either." Wanda informed, slapping Quinten. "You're right." Quinten stated. "How can you go back home?" Faye asked. "It has to be cloudy or raining during the night, then I fly up into the clouds." Wanda sighed. "That doesn't seem pretty complicated." Fran added. "The others have to know that I'm coming." Wanda exhaled. [A few moments later] Faye had brought over some other kids.

"How did you find an angel Faye?" A kitsune named Lyra questioned. "She and other angels were looking for something to eat here, but the others left Wanda here." Quinten explained. "Why couldn't they just eat the food they have up in Heaven?" A stein named Argo grumbled. "Angels cannot eat Earth food, we have to turn them into clouds so it is eatable. The angels were short on cloud-form food that night." Wanda sighed. "Well, I saw on the news it might rain tonight." A stein named Sean added. [One hour later] It was raining, the children were trying to help Wanda get home, the cloud then opened. "It was nice knowing you Wanda..." Fran whimpered, Quinten hugged her. "You can come by anytime when our parents aren't around." Quinten smiled, Wanda went up into the clouds.

(Story ends) "Are there really angels in heaven?" Griffin asked to himself. "I think there are Griff, we'll know the day we get there." Frank added, looking up. "Instead of a made up story, how about a real story?" Dracula suggested, getting some old book.