Deadly Angel

Chapter Two

- Psalm 11:5 "The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth." -

- Sarah -

Stepping out of the bathtub, I grab a towel to dry of with. Once I am mostly dry, I put my rob on and walk out. I look at the clock to see it's only 2:00. John is not going to be here until five-thirty so I sit on the couch in the front of my suite. I was flipping through the channels on TV when Clare walked in. "Is that a new look you are going for, sweetheart? " she asked standing by tv. "It's not really my style," looking down at my rob then back to her, "but I thought you might like it." Laughing she came and sat by me. While we were watching an old black and white movie John calls me.

Answering, I quickly turn it on speaker. Together me and Clare say hey. "Hello, ladies. Is this just Clare and Sarah?" he asks. "Yes, so when are you picking me up tonight, stud? " Clare says winking at me. "I should be there by 5:30, Clare. Where an elegant dress for me and I will take you to the most romantic restaurant there is around," he says making his voice sound deep and sexy. "Sure. Are we going to your house or mine after?" "How about mine, we don't want Sarah to find out about us," he says in a hushed voice. "How dare you cheat on me," I said trying to sound angry. "I can't help it. With two beautiful women like y'all, what is a guy to do? " "I could just find me someone else," I threaten. "Well, when you put it like that, sorry Clare. Now, how did your interview go today, baby?" he says. "It went well I got the job." "That's good. Well, I will see you later on. I just got home and need to clean up," John said in the background I could hear the car door close. "Alright, how do I need to dress?" I ask curious about what he has planed. "Casual, comfortable." "OK, bye," I say hanging up. Patting me on the knee Clare says, "Well you need to get ready."

-John - ( 5:30 )

After ringing the door bell, Clare comes to the door and welcomes me in. Sanding by the stairs talking with Clare I see Sarah coming down. She always looks beautiful. Even in her blue Jean skirt, white shirt and flip-flops and her long hair down. Once she reached the last step she said, "I hope this is alright." "It's perfect," I tell her taking her hand. When I tell her that, she looks away blushing. As we head to the door we say bye to Clare. "So where are we going?" she asks once we are on the road. "Movies," I said looking over at her I add, "The one you have wanted to see for awhile." When she gave me a curious look, I looked away. "What movie is that?" she asks. "We will see," I answer turning on the radio.

Pulling into the parking lot she sees what movies are playing. Smiling she says, "How is it you remember everything I say ?" After I put the car in park, I take her hand. "Because I am your boyfriend and I love you," I say before I kiss the back of her hand. Blushing she looks away. "Come on let's watchp the movie," I say getting out. Rushing over to her side I open the car door. After paying for the tickets and buying some drink, we sit down just before the opening credits finish.

- Sarah -

I have been wanting to see this movie for a while, The Fast and the Furious: Six. It was good, but frustrating because it leaves you wanting more like always. Walking out of the theater we get back in his car. "I wish I had cars like those in the movie," I tell him as we pull out of the parking lot. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind it either," he chuckles. "So what do you want to eat," he asking looking at me while sitting at a red light. "Doesn't matter to me. What ever you want," I say, smiling at him.

We had just got to his house from getting Chinese food after the movie. Getting plates out I quickly set the table and divide the food between us. Once I am finished he comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek saying, "Thank you. You are wonderful. But I could have helped if you had waited." "No it's fine. You needed to put the other stuff away," I say sitting down. After fill two glass with ice water he places them in front of us before he sits down. Picking up a small piece of chicken and putting it in my mouth, I look up at John to see him staring at me. "How did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life?" he asked smiling at me. Placing the fork on the plate, I look down at myself. "If this is what you call lucky, I would like to know what you call bad luck?" I ask gesturing to myself. "I say bad luck for me is when I don't get to see you," he says picking up his fork, "and ever moment with you is a blessing." I could feel my face get warm as I blushed. He always has me blushing because he says stuff like this all the time.

Once we were done done eating we go into the living room to watch a movie, Titanic. As he was putting it in the DVD player, I took a good look at John. Standing at 5ft 10in with wide shoulders, short dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, deep tan, and big biceps from working in construction, he is a very handsome man. He says he's the lucky one, but if you ask me I am the lucky one. He has always been there for me ever since I was in ninth grade. He was the cool football player, and I was the loner who was different from everyone.

"Hey, what's on your mind," he ask sitting beside me. When I don't answer he gives me a shake saying, "Baby, talk to me." "I was just think about what high school was like," I say turning towards him and smiling. Frowning he asks, "What about it?" "Just how you were always there for me, the loner." Pulling me to him he says, "You know that when we started dating that every guy at school was jealous of me." "Why were they jealous?" I ask not believing him. "Because you were so different and so beautiful. All the other girls believe they have to hid behind makeup and reviling clothes for guys to like them but you. You were different because of the way you live. And once I got to know you I found something I have never found with any other girl. Love," he says looking at me.

I could see the sincerity in his eyes. Turning away from him I say, " Francois de La Rochefoucauld once said that 'There is only one kind of love, but there are one thousand imitations.'" "Yes, and Robert Frost once said, 'You've got to love what's loveable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference,'" he said turning me towards him. "Omnia Vincit Amor," he said before he kissed me.

( Omnia Vincit Amor: Love conquers all. - Latin - )

After a slow heart melting kiss he pulls back to say, "You are the only woman I love and ever will love. You are my past, present and future. One day I plan on living my life together with you." Shocked at the meaning behind his words standing up I say, "John, what do you mean by that." "You know exactly what I mean, Sarah."

(11:55)

- Samael -

Pacing on the roof of a house I look around waiting for owner to get here. About ten minutes later he shows up. Stumbling out of his car with a bottle of liquor in his hand he goes inside. I can hear him yelling at his wife. If the neighbors where home I am sure they would call the police on him because of the screaming coming from the woman. After she stops screaming he walk into the kitchen with some blood on his hands from beating his wife. As he washes his hands, I go in and stand behind him. "Hello, Adam." Turning around he starts to shout, "Get out of my...." All the color drains from his face as I lower the hood of my cloak down to show my face.

"Get out of what Adam? Your house? What if I told you, no? " I asked him as I walked up to him. Backing up he bumped into the kitchen counter littered with beer cans and asked, "Who are you? " Bring up my sword I ask, "Who do you think I am?" Looking into my eyes his once pale face turns ashy as he says, "Death." Grabbing him by the throat I say, "Yes, and it's time for yours." Releasing him I grab the bottle of liquor he had earlier. Smashing the bottle on the floor I throw him onto the broken glass. Lifting his head by his hair I look at him to see cuts all over his face and arms. I pick up a piece of glass and slide it across his throat and say, "You once where a good man, a good husband, but your alcoholic friends and their alcohol has changed that. Enjoy your life in hell," and then I slit his throat with the piece of glass. Looking into his eyes I can see the light slowly fade out just as his blood begins to form a puddle on the floor. Reaching out I capture his soul to take to hell.

Vanishing I emerge in hell to deliver a new soul to all the pain and torment that awaits all who go against the Almighty. As quickly as I can drop off the soul, I am out of there. Even me, an angel can feel some of the heat. And the screams are unbearable to me, one who could use people's screams as a lullaby.

Quickly changing clothes, I replace my cloak with a white medical coat. Walking down the hallway to the hospital I quietly slip into a room in the ICU. Lying on the bed is a teenager who overdosed. "It looks like I have a long night ahead of me," I say with a grin as I lay my hand on his chest.

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