Blood and Angels

Trying To Forget The Angel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oncmL69ZEJ8 (song to go with the part) Viva La Vida- Coldplay

Samuel was evidently a forgotten story of an angel who had fallen in love with a mortal girl. When the rest of the angels found out, he was beaten bloody, and Michael tore his wings from his back and he was hurtled down to earth. All of the bones in his body were broken, but because he was an angel, he didn't die. He didn't remember anything about his life in Heaven, but he knew why he'd been punished. He knew he was in love, but he didn't remember the girl's name, or where she was, or why he loved her, or if she loved him back, but he remembered her face. Now he had nothing to do but lay in the grass until he'd healed so that he could find her. But that was thousands of years ago. Surely she was dead by now.

That was it. That was all the internet could tell her about Samuel. Nothing about mirrors or talking to people in the dark or anything else. Just that story of Samuel, the fallen angel looking for love. 

But Samuel himself began to visit her more and more often. She always knew when he was there because there was a sort of feeling like she was being watched- but not only watched, like she was being protected. Watched over. They came to a point where she would speak to him whenever she wanted to- that he would come when she called, though she could still only see him in mirrors. They became friends, though Alex was still weary of the voice in her head. He was non-religious, which was strange and ironic, given the fact that he was, after all, an angel. Samuel was a wise, kind, humble, protective person who told her what was a bad idea. It was truly like having a completely trustworthy guardian angel on her shoulder. They became friends, though Alex was still weary of the voice in her head.

One day, Alex went out to a restaurant with a Jessie and Jordan. She had always held the holy oil in her pocket just for good measure. She was never entirely sure if it had an affect against angels or not, but it made her feel safe regardless. To know that she had something that she could bring in anywhere that could defend her against her heavenly stalkers was enough to make her feel more secure. They were at the restaurant when she decided to silently ask Samuel a question.

"Samuel?" She thought, closing her eyes to concentrate.

"Yes?" His voice came, ringing like a bell through her mind.

"Does holy oil affect you?" She asked curiously. He hesitated before speaking.

"Why do you want to know?" He inquired. He sounded worried, yet halfway hurt by the question. Alex almost felt guilty for asking, but she needed to. She was going crazy, she knew it. And if she could find a way to get him out of her head...

"I was just curious." She responded. Lie.

"Well," he hesitated, sounding hurt and yet also honored that Alex would ask him for his knowledge. "It hurts. When it's poured onto my skin. It burns the flesh."

"But would it repel angels, too?" She asked.

He thought for a moment. "Yes. If, for example, you were to drink that oil, I'd be out of your head for good. Why do you ask?"

"I just want to know as much about you and your race as possible." She innocently answered. Lie.

"Okay, then. I'll talk to you tonight." He said, and left. Alex felt the connection severed, like a thread cut away from the ball of yarn.

"Alex!" Jordan's voice brought Alex back to earth. She opened her eyes suddenly, staring at the duo across from her, her eyes adjusting to the light.

"What?"

"You spaced out. We thought you were asleep." Jessie said. Alex blinked. 

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't mean..." She stuffed her mouth full of food to keep from having to say anything. Then, when the night started to come to a close, she took the vial of oil and drank the contents hastily while Jessie and Jordan were engaged in deep conversation. She coughed on the stuff as she unwillingly tasted the disgusting liquid. She drank the coke from her glass to wash it down, but the taste stayed. Jessie and Jordan looked at her worriedly, but she just smiled at them. 

"Just a cough," she lied. She caught a glimpse of the clock in the corner of the room and realized just how late it was. She jumped out of her seat suddenly, grabbing her coat and announcing that she was supposed to be home soon and left as Jessie and Jordan waved goodbye to her, and she to them.

Samuel didn't speak to her for weeks. Maybe the oil had worked after all. Apparently, that cheesy television show was right. She'd called out to him so many times she was almost sure that he was gone for good, but a dark cloud began to plague her mind. Was this really what she wanted? Did she really want to be rid of him forever?

Her doubts began to grow over the next days, but she didn't know what she could do about it. As time went on, she became more and more aware of the absence in her mind that was once occupied by the sound of Samuel's voice. She began, over time, to actually miss him. 

"Samuel," she called out with her mind desperately one day, hoping that she hadn't lost him forever. If she'd drank the oil and lost him, she wouldn't be able to live with herself. He didn't answer. "Samuel, please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I wasn't thinking."

"Alex?" His voice came. She was in school- the middle of class, in fact, but she couldn't hold out any longer. She missed him so bad- his rude interruptions on her life and his comforting advice. She had literally had an angel on her shoulder for a long time, but now that he was gone she didn't feel the same.

"Samuel," she said, relieved, "you were gone for so long, I thought I'd lost you."

"Wasn't that your goal?" He asked defensively.

"No, it wasn't. I never wanted that- not really." She plead. "You have to understand that I wasn't thinking. I didn't know what I wanted, but you have to admit that there's no sanity in an angel in your head that you can see in the mirrors."

"I see your point. Don't worry, I'll be out of your life in no time." Samuel said sadly.

"No, please, don't." She begged, "I don't want to lose you. These days without you have been so empty," 

"Don't worry. I know that's what you want. I'll be out of here in no time and you can finally have your head to yourself."

Alex wanted to protest, but the connection was gone before she could. Samuel was gone- forever. Alex wanted to cry- she wanted to keep him there, in her head, to talk to her whenever it pleased him, but he was gone now. There was no use in trying.

Little did she know, she was about to meet someone much more exciting than an angel in her head.