The Angel Contract

Chapter Seven: Cursed

Perched high on the castle tower, Lucky peered down at her tiny hands clutching the cold stone wall's edge. With a slight lean, she hovered over the wall, watching him from the shadows of the rooftop. The bright moon illuminated his features below, casting a handsome glow upon him. A light chuckle escaped her lips as she glanced at the unconscious night watchmen at her feet, a testament to their incompetence.

Her breath seemed to freeze in the night air as she watched him mount his horse, a mix of anticipation and panic tightening her muscles. He had always had this effect on her, making everything complicated yet perfect at the same time. A feeling she would miss dearly. She couldn't leave without seeing him one last time. After all, he was her husband, and being near him calmed her soul despite breaking it to pieces whenever she was apart from him.

A single tear traced its path down her icy blue eye as she crouched behind the wall, zooming in on his solemn face. It pained her to see him consumed by sadness, knowing that he would search for her in vain. "My poor Tristan," she thought, more tears streaming down her face. "You won't find me."

As the horse rode off into the dark woods, Lucky climbed up the tower wall, taking one last moment to stand there before gracefully flying down, landing silently on one knee. This place was no longer her home; it was absurd to think it ever was. A small piece of her life was now gone.

Stepping into the moonlight, her luminous white wings unfurled, competing with the moon's glow. "I'll find you next lifetime, Tristan," she whispered, memories flowing in retrograde. But before she could take her next breath, a pointed object sliced through her, poison coursing through her veins.

Her wings retracted with a sting as she collapsed, the blade piercing her side. There was no time to spin around, no chance to fight back. She drew in one last breath, her hands covering the sword protruding from her, warm blood gushing out. As her stunned body fell to the ground, her eyes closed heavily, darkness enveloping her.

In that moment, there was nothing but darkness, a prelude to the judgment awaiting her in Heaven's prison for the crime of loving a prince as a fallen angel.

I woke up screaming in bed, alone, and gasping for breath. I tried to touch in between my shoulder blades feeling for something. My wings. Trying to trace my fingers along a mark, a scratch, just anything at first. It felt like my back was still stinging.  It was just a dream, I said to myself. 

I woke up screaming in bed, alone, and gasping for breath. Instinctively, I reached between my shoulder blades, searching for something—anything. My wings. But there was nothing there, just the lingering sensation of stinging on my back. "It was just a dream," I reassured myself, attempting to calm my racing heart.

"It was a memory," his voice cut through the silence, startling me as he appeared in the doorway. It was the guard from the lobby. I tensed, pulling the covers up to my chin as he leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on me.

"We know each other. Don't we?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "My name is Valentine," he announced with a grin, his demeanor playful. "Don't be shy. I've seen you naked plenty of times," he added, winking before sauntering out of the room.

"I'm not naked!" I called after him, hastily grabbing the pajamas left on the chair by Rose, who I presumed had left them there for me. As I made my way to the kitchen, I found Valentine drinking from a blood bag marked with a big A+, while Rose sat at the table sipping from a mug.

Their supernatural nature was now undeniable. With a sigh, I greeted them, unsure of what to make of the situation. Valentine merely nodded in acknowledgment before returning to his newspaper, leaving Rose to handle the conversation. "Ok, you two. Fill me in," I demanded, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration.

Rose smiled gently, taking another sip from her mug. "You want to stand or sit? It's a lot to take in," she offered, gesturing to the barstool beside me. Reluctantly, I took a seat, bracing myself for the revelations that were about to unfold.

My eyes went back and forth between both of them until I heard a sharp English accent come from Rose. "You are cursed."

There was a pause that felt like it lasted forever. My head couldn't grasp the word "cursed."

Rose smacked Valentine's shoulder, but he didn't even flinch. "You are seriously not going to help with this at all? Ugh, brothers."

"Wait. You two are brother and sister?" I glanced over at Valentine while he licked his finger and turned a page.

"Twins, actually. We were both born on February 14th, hence our names. And I refuse to call it bloody Valentine's Day," she said, smacking Valentine's arm again.

"She will come to me like she usually does," he said, winking.

Confused as hell, I just sat there and pointed my finger at Rose's brother. "What's his fucking deal?"

"Just ignore him for now," she said, giving Valentine a glare. "You're not just an angel. You're a fallen angel. For good reasons. My husband actually saved you from your fall."

Great, I thought to myself. I can add questions for vampires to my list of people.