Chapter 11: Angel

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A/N: HEY! HEY! HEY! GUESS WHAT! THIS BOOK IS COMING TO AN END! LIKE, I KNOW IT REALLY SHOULDN'T BUT WHO CARES. I HAVE THE ENDING FIGURED OUT SO STAY TUNED FOR BOOK NUMBER TWO. IT'LL BE CALLED 'BANISHED' SO WATCH OUT FOR IT.

I was curious to see why this girl could see me. Was she like, a special girl or something? Well, of course she was special. Everyone is. But she saw me. 

This was a weird anomaly. Why would she do this? Well, I mean, why would she be able to see me?

This was getting really weird.

What do you do when something's weird?

YOU FOLLOW IT.

So that's what I did.

Angel and her mum were going home. I gathered this through my mind reading and body language scrutinizing.

Actually I didn't. I heard her mom say that Angel had to go home. Like the creepy stalker I am, I followed the girl who saw me.

When I finally reached the house, I gasped slightly. The house was a little blue house. It was well-worn, but it was beautiful in it's own way. There were a few roses and daisies in the windows. The windows had four panes with white separators. It really was beautiful.

"Angel! Get inside."

I looked at Angel while quickly moving behind a bush. She turned around and sighed. "Yes, mama."

"That's a good girl," I heard her mom said, opening the door. Angel bounced through and she was lost to my eyes. Her mom suspiciously glanced out of the door and closed it. I heard a bolt slide against it.

Gliding over to the house so I could keep watch on Angel, I accidentally knocked over a glass bottle. It fell to the ground and I backed away hurriedly. Curiosity overtaking me, I approached the bottle. Bière de Garde, it read. I wrinkled my brow. That was a beer from the future.

That could mean a few things. One, someone who could time jump got drunk and left that bottle there. Two, a drunk Timelord was out there. Three, I must be losing my mind.

The tree above me rustled.

There wasn't any wind.

I looked up and prepared my hands. I might not have my moon powers right now, but I still had my fists.

To my horror and shock, Nebulae jumped down from the tree. His cold eyes glittered. I couldn't decide if it was a good glitter or one I should stay away from.

"Hello, my dear."

I balled my fists tighter. "I'm not your dear."

Nebulae sighed. "I'm so, so sorry, my dear. I didn't realize that you weren't."

I clenched my teeth and took a threatening step forward. My intent was to intimidate Nebulae, but that failed. Miserably.

Nebulae chuckled. "You're so cute."

"Don't call me that, Nebulae."

"But, my dear, you are!"

"Nebulae, is there a reason why you're here?"

"Oh yes. Many reasons. Would you like to hear them?"

"Please."

"Well, too bad. You can't have them." Nebulae said, infuriating me. What infuriated me even more was the fact that he said it while studying his fingernails.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" I said somewhat sarcastically.

"Because you're my dear."

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