There it sat. In the sky. A drone not even trying to hide this time. It sat right outside Angel's window. Peering in. Looking for any sign of the spider. He kept to the wall. Hiding from Vox's eyes. From Valentino's calls. He held his knees as he breathed out, trying to calm himself. They were back and knocking on Angels door. Banging on it. Sending him to memories he tried to forget.
Valentinos fist on his dressing room door. A chair blocking him from coming it. The man screaming his name. The sound echoing in Angels room. A gun set in his hand. His finger on the trigger. Held at the wood for when Valentino busted in. Until he turned it on himself. Pressing down. Closing his eyes as he fired.
A banging on his door made him jump, throwing a hand up to hide his scream. He felt tears running down his face as he was pulled from the memory. Staring at his door as another knock came from it.
"Angel are you home" Charlie's voice spoke. Angel panted, struggling to breath easy. He swallowed to try and talk.
"Y-Yeah doll face. What's up" he asked the best he could. "Oh if your here I want to have a meeting with you about yesterdays pranks" she spoke and Angel sighed. Again. "Yeah ok, let me jus put some cloths on" he lied. He had in fact been wearing cloths. His baggy patch pants and a long pink sweater. He heard the woman leave the space. He forced himself up. Pushing up on shaking legs. Unable to stop his pounding heart.
If he booked it he could get to the door. But what about Fat Nuggets. If he left his phone in the room, Vox could use it to come in and steal the piglet. If he took his phone there was a chance Vox could use his unplugged tv to come in his room, the drone watching him. Calm down, think. He told himself. He took in a few deep breaths.
The V's were mad, which meant Fat Nuggets was in more danger then usual. He was safest at Angels side. Where he could watch him, hold him. Ok. He could walk over to him. Even if Vox saw him it would be fine. Even if he appeared to grab Angel it be fine. Angel was a weapons expert, a fighting machine, escape artist. He evaded his fathers hits for nearly 70 years. He was fast and ruthless... No Angel wasn't. Angel was a stage name for a nymphomaniac sub. A skinny drug addict that loved everyone. That wasn't who he was. He hated most people. Used them for cash or to get off and the latter was harder then the former. He forgot that. He forgot who Anthony was under the glits and glam of his pornstar persona.
He shook his head. He hurried across the room. Picking up his piglet from his sleeping bed. He headed for the door. Running out of it as he held Fat Nuggets a bit tightly. The creature snorted and squealed a little like a warning. But Angel ignored it. He ran from his room. Jumping to a halt when he came up to Charlie. The woman stared up at him with her wide eyes.
"Is everything ok" she asked, frowning her brow. Angel let out a deep breath, moving to run his hand through his bangs. "Yeah o' course. I'm Angeldust baby, I'm always ok. Great even why wouldn't I be" he forced a smile. turning his head away from her. Charlie seemed to deflate a little at his explanation. She turned to him pulling at the lapel of her hotel uniform. She pulled out a small makeup pallet and a tube of eyeliner.
"I don't mind if you wanna walk around in any fashion that's comfortable for you. But I have this if you want it" she presented the items. Angel titled his head a bit then threw a hand up to his face as he realized. He ran a hand over his eye, no make up came off on his fingers. He forgot to put his make up on.
He lowered Fat Nuggets. The piglet accepting his fate as he was cradled in the mans lower arms. Angel reached for the pallet, flipping it open to see a mirror. He cringed at himself. He looked so bad. Messy hair, dark stains under his eyes. His markings so dull they were almost grey. Fuck he looked like he was sobering up after a night on heroin.
