My Angel

My Angel: Chapter 15

I was walking back, about a mile away from the house. I would've run, but I wanted to take my time after my little... episode.

My angel's hand was in mine, lightly swinging back and forth as we went through small beams of sunlight, illuminating our pale skin with fiery light.

It was as beautiful as the first time I saw it. The way her skin was glowing was mesmerizing, and even if it was a little arrogant, with my own skin doing the same. It felt right.

Even if she wasn't real.

"I love you," I whispered, bringing her hand up to kiss. She looked pained as I did, but I knew it was because I'd chosen insanity over letting her go. She didn't say anything back, merely bit her lip, and gave me the best smile she could. As always, trying to make me happy, even through her own worries.

"Angel... Edythe." I breathed, letting the beautiful pain hit me, trying to convince her... to convince myself that this was the right thing to do. "I love you," I whispered again, closing my eyes as I put her hand to my cheek. This would become an addiction. A drug.

The pleasure and the pain of finally letting myself think about her, of saying her name.

"Beau, stop." She said firmly, but not pulling away from me. I shook my head, grinning as the drug that was her consumed me. I knew what she meant now when she first took me to the meadow. What it was like to be so completely consumed by something, to want nothing more than to give into it.

She was talking about killing me back then, but here - now, all I could ever want was the memory of her.

Because I knew it was the best I'd ever get.

"Sure angel," I breathed, letting my eyes fall back to the path. My eyes could see the house now, and I could hear someone inside. It wasn't Archie. Which was worrying in itself. I hope I didn't screw things up with him too badly.

My grin got big though as I heard whoever it was speak. But I was also confused, because she was alone, and talking to someone.

"He's at the hospital," Jules growled faintly. I blanched, who was she talking to? No one else was... phone. Duh. I was too far away to make out what the person on the other end was saying. "There was a fire." She snapped.

I picked the pace up, not running, not even jogging, but I was walking fast enough that a human wouldn't be able to keep up. I know she didn't have a mobile, so she must be talking in the kitchen.

"No! He's... he's gone." She mumbled. I could practically taste the despair she said that with. I walked even faster. I think she heard me - or smelled me, because she suddenly slammed the phone against the wall (which I knew because of the distinctly loud slam and ring).

"Filthy bloodsucker." She spit. I was running. I really hoped she didn't mean me.

"Jules," I called, opening the backdoor and bounding in. I guessed right. She was standing next to the phone, vibrating, scowling, and trying to shake off the anger. Her eyes snapped up to me as I came into view, and the hostility that was rolling off of her almost doubled.

It was like a punch in the gut - she was looking at me in the exact same way when I'd come back after the change. When she opened her door, she looked at me like I was a monster. I swallowed hard, my whole body freezing.

"Hey," I said softly, but not moving a single centimeter otherwise. I knew she wouldn't actually try but at the moment... I don't think I'd ever seen her so angry. She didn't say anything, just growling from the back of her throat.

After a minute, she forcefully shut her eyes and slowly made herself calm down.

"Hi," She managed to grunt, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall, as though to restrain herself.