Blood and Angels

She Talks To Angels

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_5U0M9ErGA (song to go with the part) She Talks To Angels- Black Crows

Alex had been right. She was able to think it was all just a dream the next day, although she had her doubts. The hand on her shoulder felt real, and the tears on her cheeks were so sticky, and her heart pounding in her chest hurt even now.

She had one goal right now: get out of the house before her drunken father could see her. She ran her hand through her night-dark hair in confusion, and dressed herself in less than a moment. She darted out of the house to get to school without breakfast so that she could avoid her parents. 

Alex went throughout the day as she normally did, trying to avoid conversation with anyone other than Jessica and Jordan. She reluctantly told them both about what had happened the night before, and while Jessica thought she was crazy, Jordan had a different opinion.

"It might've been a dream," he considered, "but then there could be some seriously weird stuff going on down under."

"Shut up, Jordan," Jessica scolded him. "It was just a dream. Maybe it means something, but you really need to just cool off a bit. You're stressing out over a dream."

"You're right." Alex sighed. "It was nothing."

Jordan leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "If it happens again, tell me."

Alex appreciated Jordan. In fact, after that pep talk, she carried holy oil in her pocket in case he came back. She had Jessie for when she needed relationship advice (which she never did) and homework help and  support, but Jo was for when she needed small talk or to get her mind off things or advice about anything dream-related or supernatural, or even if she just wanted to joke around with someone.

"Thanks, Jo."

After Jessie's pep talk, Alex was able to forget about the angel for the next few days. He didn't show, even if she prayed specifically to him. But after a while, he began to visit again. It was only a week after the first visit that he showed again.

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Jessie was one for boys. She wore her heart on her sleeve and had had three crushes this school year, and it was only the second quarter. Alex liked to help with her boy-related issues the best she could, but Jessie knew that she shouldn't ask for advice unless she wanted to deal with more bullying-related issues. Today, however, was one of the days that Jessie was ranting to Alex about boys. Alex was trying to think about how to respond to a comment Jessie had made when something strange happened. She was home alone for once, and the house was quiet for once. The iPod was no where near her hands. Not only that, but it was also dead. She hadn't been able to find a charger.

Regardless of weather or not it was dead or how far away from her it was or how quiet it was in the house, the voice command went off. It scared her out of her wits when it suddenly announced, "Playing Mine by Taylor Swift."

Alex knew immediately that it was the angel. She put the earbud in her ear and turned to face the mirror. Her heart was beating hard and she was scared, but she was thinking clearly enough to know that she wouldn't be able to talk to or see him if she wasn't looking in the mirror. 

"What do you want?" She demanded. There was no answer. "Do the lights have to be off, then?" She asked, hastily flipping the switch. Still, nothing. Her cat, Purrcy, mewed. He was staring at her with a confused look at the door frame. She closed the door and looked into the mirror once more. "How about now?"

This time, the angel did show. He circled around her as he studied her. He came to a stop on her right. "What do you want?" she repeated. She removed the vial of holy oil from her pocket, remembering that there was a tv show that claimed it was poisonous to angels: that it would burn them at the touch. He only grinned and pushed her hand down gently. Clearly, that tv show had been wrong. 

After long moments of silent staring, and the angel didn't even try to talk, she shook her head, crossed the room, and turned on the lights again, returning to her phone. She texted Jessie, telling her what had happened. Jessie didn't even respond. Alex knew, now, that she needed help from someone, and she knew just who to ask.