The Angel, the Vampire, and the Demon

Chapter Sixteen- Michael

Two months later.

Abrariel

Abrariel stepped out the front door for the first time in two months. He had been too scared of how the town might react to seeing him again. He was worried they'd come at him with crucifixes to burn him.

But now he had to face the music, he couldn't stay inside forever, Raziel said, and he had to regain the town's trust. Anyway, he was starting to get a bump now and knew he would need new clothes to fit.

Anxiety churned within him, he had no clue how the town would react to seeing him again, but he had to be strong. Despite this, he pulled the hood of his jumper up and hitched his bag up tighter, trying to look as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Going by how stiff the wind was, Abrariel knew it must be freezing, but that was normal for July. He looked up at the moon, it was a large silver disk floating in the sky, stars scattered around it like shining pearls. Seeing it filled him with peace and helped calm his nerves. He took a deep, unneeded breath before he continued to walk.

When he reached the town, he realized he hadn't been entirely wrong about the crucifixes. Sure, no one was running at him with one, but many houses had them on the front doors, along with other holy symbols depending on the religion of the families. One he saw a few times was the Star of David etched on the walls and porch fences.

Thankfully all the shops had their doors open to him. He had never been clothes shopping before. He knew many of the female Vampires of his tribe did, especially the really sexy ones, but he didn't know what to look for, so he decided to ask.

There was a young-looking Soul stocking shelves down an aisle, Abrariel headed over to her hoping she wasn't one of the people who had turned against him.

She was a silver ghost, exactly how every Human would envision a ghost to look like, the only difference was the fact that her green eyes stood out like beacons.

"Um, excuse me," Abrariel murmured when he got over to her.

She looked at him. "Hello Abrariel, is there anything you need?" She asked.

Abrariel had long gotten used to the shock of strangers knowing his name. "Sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for clothes, but I don't know what to look for," he murmured apologetically.

"Well, it depends on what you have in mind."

"Clothes to fit over a baby bump," Abrariel explained, he put a hand on his slightly swollen belly, "I just want to prepare."

"Ah, you would be looking for maternity wear," the Soul said nodding, "aisle seven, but they're very expensive, my advice would be to buy some clothes you like, but in a bigger size," she advised.

Abrariel smiled at her. "Thank you for the advice, I will see you around!" He murmured before walking down the wide, clothes-filled aisles.

***

Four months ago

Michael

Michael waited anxiously just outside the door of the lair. It was almost dawn. Abrariel had said he and his parents were going out for the night and would be back well before dawn. This wasn't the case.

He was worried about his mate. That old silver car, he knew it only had dwindling days, if it broke down now, he would have no hope of seeing his boyfriend again.

It was raining heavily, puddles were everywhere, and water was running down the road in rivers, making mud pool and clog up everywhere. Late-night drinkers were coming back to the lair, smelling of blood and stumbling inside.