Whispers on the Wind

Chapter Two: Legs and Lattes

This Chapter is Dedicated to OOOliveart
I tossed my duffle into the new hotel room and closed the door, double checking to make sure it was locked. My head had already begun to pound from the lack of caffeine in my system, but that would be easy enough to satisfy, as I saw a star bucks on my walk over here.

For some reason, the catholic chicks were always loaded. I twirled my new debt card between my fingers. I had watched her use it at the atm last night and already memorized her code. She hadn't noticed because my eyes were closed. What she didn't realize was that we demons were able to see through our eyelids. Quite an unfortunate thing when you're trying to sleep. Sleep masks are a requirement.

Strolling down the street I wolf-whistled at the group of college girls as they walked past me. Each one had that fucken sexy ass skirt. For a religion about being decent, their skirts were too short not to be a tease.

They all turned around with pumpkin spice lattes in their identical manicured hands. Three blushed, likely infatuated with my rugged appearance and bad girl vibes. Two said a prayer to their saints and did the crossing signs over their chest.

The one in the center with perfectly aligned auburn curls stepped out in front of the rest with a mini bible in her hand, and placed it in my hand. She was shorter than me, which says a lot, considering I'm not even five feet tall. "We always pray for those that need help like you. Being gay doesn't have to ruin your life and send you to hell. There's hope in God if you go to intense counseling sessions."

As they walked away I opened to the center of the Bible, and smirked as her number fell into my hand. I'd never been with a red head, this would be one for girls I need to lay bingo in my head.

The headache pounded even fiercer, stabbing at my heads like fire. I groaned and walked over to the star bucks across the street, causing a bike to swerve into oncoming traffic.

Screeching brakes and crashing noises sounded behind me. I didn't look back. I knew that chaos and bad luck followed me everywhere I went. That was why I never stayed in one place too long. . . Or with anyone too long. It was part of the reason demons were never able to truly blend in with humans. The angels just had to follow the trail of incidents and it'd lead them right to their query. I kept things simple. There was no way they would be able to track me with how often and chaotically I moved.

Entering the Starbucks I inhaled the scent of coffee, allowing my addicted body some form of relief. I loved the fall. Pumpkin everything and anything was everywhere and the spooky decorations to scare children and make them cry, glorious!

"Welcome to Starbucks, how can I help you?" A ginger man asked behind the register.

I looked him up and down, taking in his girthy build and everything that turned me off about men. "You could start by giving me something better to look at. . ." I squinted at his name tag. "Seth."

Ugh bible names annoyed me to no end. Something about them made my demony brain go ick. God I needed to puke.

He cleared his throat and gave me a tight smile. "I'm assigned to the register right now. What do you want to order?"

"A hot girl to take my order," I replied, leaning on the countertop. "I don't have faith in anyone named Seth, I've met too many incompetent ones."

Just when he was about to reply, time froze. The chatter stopped, turning to an eerie silence before I heard the click of heels on glass.

Angel.

I grabbed the nearest coffee, downing it like a shot and took off down the street, my black heart pounding in my chest. When had I been careless enough to be found? Car accidents happened all the time. Bicyclist were assholes and always causing issues. That wasn't trackable. There was no way!

A bolt of light shot past my shoulder, burning a hole in my leather jacket. "Shit!" I ducked into the nearest alley way and bolted, jumping off the walls and onto the rooftops.

I had left my weapon at the hotel. I never took that thing out in public. The aura it gave off attracted all things terrible toward me. It was like they could taste the evil it held.

The heels clicked rapidly behind me.

If I ran far enough, I could circle back to the hotel and get it. But then. . . I'd have to kill them. That was the last thing I wanted to do.

The first time I slayed an angel played through my head. It was an accident. We were trying to play together, but then, my sword fell from my hand, causing them to trip and impale themselves.

My father had been proud of me for killing an angel. I didn't have the guts to tell him they were my friend. Such a thing was forbidden. I mourned them in secret. Even now, I kept the necklace they had made me around my neck, never to be taken off.

Jumping down into another alley I dodged between buildings and let my tail out to grab onto pipes and propel myself forward. I slipped, stepping wrong on my ankle and twisting it.

I cried out, falling head first into the cement. What an idiot I was. I should've done those tail workouts my dad sent me. They just hadn't seemed very important at the time so I had ignored them.

A sharp object slide under my throat and tilted my chin upward. Light shone behind her head of golden curls, making her glow in the morning light. Her wings were splayed outwards, blocking all exits. The determined glint in her green eyes had an intensity I had never seen before.

"Amaya, princess of hell, you have been found guilty of corrupting innocent children of God. How do you plead?" She asked, her red stained lips drawn into a thing line.

"Oh god, I sure hope you smite me," I blurted, my mouth running ahead of my brain.

The angel blinked, confusion all over her face. "Excuse me?"

I looked down her perfect body, my eyes landing on her long, perfectly toned legs that peeked out of her much too revealing outfit. Like, seriously, when did heaven decide the angels should look like anime characters? Hot damn.

Meeting her eyes, I smirked, making sure she kept eye contact. "Carve your initials into my back and call me a bad girl."