Angel In Disguise

Part Six

Michael's P.O.V.

I locked eyes with the familiar brown eyed boy.

"It can't be," I muttered, as he smiled at me.

"Get in," he shouted, gesturing his hand for me to come. I nodded, heading towards him. He opened the door from the inside, grinning at me widely. "Hurry up, mate! We got loads to catch up!"

"I," I started but decided to close my mouth as I hopped in the car. What? How'd he find me? I thought. For so long, I thought I'd never get to see the only person I can trust and run into. I never thought I'd be able to see my best friend again.

"Never thought, too," he chuckled, starting the engine. "To tell you frankly, it was hard. I searched the entire planet just to find you."

"What?" I eyed him. Obviously, he's still in touch with our connection.

"Of course, I'm in touch," he laughed, turning left. "There's a bit static though. How long was it? Four years?"

"Damn, you haven't changed," I shook my head, laughing. "I've missed you, pal."

"I've missed you, too," he said, his eyes still on the road.

For a minute it was a complete silence until I heard him sighed.

"I tried," he continued. "But you were long gone when I went out. I wanted to help you."

But he's too late, I thought. No one can save me. I'm already the monster my father wanted me to be.

"Never is too late," he said, obviously hearing me again. "Not everything that's broken looks like it. We'll find a way."

"But, Calum," I started. "I... I'm in control of my mom's. I mean, of course, every angel demon child can control that one. It's just like being norm. But... my dad's... it's powerful. It's like I'm not myself anymore. Sometimes I wake up and I can't recall anything that happened. I only know that I had craved for a blood and successfully killed someone. But I can't remember how I did it and who it was. Just like..."

I stopped, looking at my own hands. There were dried blood on it but no wounds. Surely it was from my victim last night. My feelings erupted. I felt sad for the innocent life I took. I don't wanna do it at all. But my other person wants.

Then I remembered having one particular knife that I always wake up to that's covered in blood whenever I had been on my demon side. I reached for the inside pocket of my jacket and felt the familiar thing. I was about to pull it out to show him when he reached for my arm and stopped me.

"I know what you did last night," he said knowingly. "I saw it."

"Then you know there's nothing we can do," I cried, burying my face on my palms and ignoring the fact that it was covered in blood. "It's been four years already. You have to do it now. I trusted you. End it already. Do it now."

"I won't," he said calmly. "There's a way. Last night you called me by my name. You remembered me. You can control it."