There's A Fallen Angel On My Roof...But Why Does He Have Fangs?

Part 22

*i might have to edit this slightly later one. Sorry it took forever. Hope it's okay for you*

All I could do was sit there and listen to my brother tell me what he had been through that year he went missing. In actual fact he was kidnapped. Taken to a dirty alley and beaten.

"They just wouldn't stop" he said, his face concealed his pain at remembering this incident "they left me there, bleeding, gasping for breath. All I could think about was you and mum and dad and Louise and lee...I thought I was going to die Aid,"

It had been so long since I had heard him call me that, too long. I reached out and held my brothers hand as he continued with his story

"It must have been hours since they left. The sun was beginning to rise and I was still on the floor, choking on my own blood. Then some guy came in a hood. I remember thinking, 'this is so fucking cliche' but he helped me. He told me to relax, even though I was close to breathing my last breath" he took a moment to remember what happened next "he then chanted something in a language Latin or something fancy and in about two minutes I could breath better and I could stand"

"Just like that? What is he, like a magician?" I asked, confused with what the mysterious saviour of my brother was. He chuckled at my remark and squeezed my hand.

"That's exactly what I thought, then I started laughing because that's what you or Louise would have said" the mention of my sister made my heart drop. "Speaking of, where are they? And how are they?"

"They're okay" I sighed "I hope"

"What?" He asked

"Nothing" I took my hand away and sat back "nothing"

We sat there for another couple of hours. In those hours he told me of what was to come next in that year. He spoke lightly of the subject of women he had met, one of them trying to assassinate him

"I knew a girl who could bend that far couldn't be trusted"

needless to say I didn't ask for any details on his doings with his lady friends. He also told me of tragic moments where he'd experience absolute hysteria because the opium he was given happened to be laced with demon blood, this is when he found out he was not fully human. For a human would have died at the slightest drop of demon blood, it burns through their skin like a hot knife through butter.

"What?" I asked him "you're not human?"

"Well I am, but I'm not. I can't explain it, but there is something within me that isn't human"

"Like an evil spirit?!" I said with mock excitement. Leo cocked his head to the side and gave me the 'stop pissing about' look.

"I was beginning to forget how much of a sarcastic tit you were"

"Learned from the best" I said throwing a sugar cube at him "you still haven't told me the bad bits" he regarded me for a moment

"What, flexible assassin ladies and demon infused opium, proving I'm not human, weren't enough?"

"Well, that's all very dandy but. It's kind of meh" I shrugged "tell me how we killed satan"

"That is a funny story" he said smiling because that's why I thought you'd never look at me the same. I chickened out."

"No. Leo." I said with mock horror "since when did you leave your little sister to do the dirty work?! Killing satan and shit"

"When it came to it I just couldn't. He nearly killed me! And then you swooped in there and just killed him. So actually I didn't chicken out much"