Retribution and Sins

Chapter 4

The sun rudely broke through the dusty window, and prayed Azrael's eyes open. She could barely move. For some strange reason she

Felt sore all over, inside and out. Her muscles ached all over. She did her normal cat stretch, finding that she had a charley horse in both calves.

"Damn it!" she yelled. Jumping out of bed, only to fall in the floor. She was worse than a drunken person in their worse hangover. Her head

Ached from the inside out and was spinning. She barely made it to the bathroom, before she vomited. "What is wrong with me?" she asked,

Looking in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked dreadful. Dark circles were under her eyes, she was pale and gaunt, her hair lifeless and

Dull, not to mention plastered, and sweaty. Her lips looked bloody and swollen, and there was a taste of iron and blood in her mouth. "Ahh. I

Went hunting last night... in two respects. I dusted and I ate, no wonder I have indigestion." Azrael said to herself, grabbing the Tums. She ate

Two, and started to feel better. Her soreness, she couldn't fathom. Especially in one area. Between her legs. "Huh? Must have gotten drunk

Too, and gotten laid." That was unusual for her. She was not dating anyone, and she did not date any vampires, nor strangers, the only stranger

She had met recently was.....oh GOD! She ran to the bathroom again. Looking into the mirror, she saw the marks on her neck, OH NO! What

Had happened last night?

Looking at the clock on her night stand, she realized she was running late. She flung her clothes off, jumped in the shower, and got

Dressed. She had seen blood in the shower when she washed down there, for she was tight, and it had been awhile, since she had lost her

Former lover from a heart attack. She shook off the shock and drove to her destination, which was to let her Council know, what happened the

Night before. Something she was dreading, they would not be thrilled about Adam.

"You look like shit, Azrael." Colin told her as she walked in the door.

"I know." Azrael said. "Rough night."

"And... you're late." Colin continued his harassment.

"Is this harassment standard procedure?" Azrael asked, getting a cup of tea.

"Page 33 of the Crusader's Songbook." another voice said coming down the stairs. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

"Sarcasm does nothing for you, Johnathan." Azrael mocked.

"Well, let's get down to business shall we." Johnathan motioned for everyone to be seated. "How was your night, Azrael?"

"Routine. Slow. Boring. Cemetery. Three vamps. Dusted." Azrael stated. She handed him the bag of jewellery taken from the woman.

"Very nice." He continued to finger the diamonds, not looking at her, " Is there anything else, you would like to tell us about your hunts?"

Azrael shifted nervously in her seat. She knew she was keeping Adam secret from the Council, but she had her reasons. She had to

Get to know her enemy more. The question was: Just how was she going to do this and was she already getting to know him?

"What are you talking about? There is nothing to report. You have everything." Azrael said.