Angel Boy

Legend.

   My eyes widened as Levi’s soft, velvety lips pressed against my own. A rush jolted down my spine, awakening the senses all over my body. The time in the closet fluttered in the back of my mind. 

   Levi’s hand reached up, cupping my cheek. My own hands braced on his chest, ready to push him away when his tongue traced the bottom of my lip. My brain stopped functioning, my heart yelling at me to stop being such a hardass to Levi.

   So with that, my eyes slipped closed, falling into a dark abyss of Levi’s enticing kisses. 

   Letting all the cares float out my body, I open my mouth, inviting Levi’s unique taste fulfill my senses. His mouth moved against mine, the slight stubble on his cheeks racking across my chin. My hand moved up to weave through his silk hair. I grabbed his locks at the roots, earning a deep, rough moan to escape through his throat. 

   Everything around us became a blur, the familiar racing heart feeling seeming to be like déjà vu. Levi’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to straddle his lap. With legs on both sides of him, he laid down on the bed. 

   He grunted against my lips. Breaking the kiss, leaving me cold and wanting more. Levi reached behind him to retrieve the book that was hidden under my covers. 

   My cheeks flushed red as Levi read over the book cover, a sly smirk appearing on his face.

   “The History of Angels,” Levi read out the tittle. He turned the book over so the front cover faced me. 

   Untangling myself from his lap, I tried grabbing the book from his hold but he raised his arm higher into the air, out of my reach.

   “Why would you get a book about Angels when you have right here?” Levi said, placing a hand over his chest with a smug smile pulling at his swollen lips. 

   “Levi,” I warned, reaching for the book again. “Give me the damn thing.”

   He pretended to think about it. “Nah, I like seeing you flustered.”

   My cheeks grew hotter, I laughed like I didn’t know what he was talking about. “I’m not flustered, asshole.”

   “Your nicknames are just the sweetest,” Levi said as he swiped a non-existent tear from underneath his eye. 

   A sarcastic smile swept across my face and I reached out for the book, able to grab it in my hand. I knew Levi let me have the book back, for he could have easily hold it out of my reach quicker than I could of grab it. Placing the book underneath one of the numerous pillows on my bed, Levi took it upon himself to get comfy. 

   He laid on the bed, kicking off his shoes. His head rested on top a pillow, one arm reaching to lock underneath his hair. His long legs stretched out, crossing at the ankles. His shirt had raised, showing a sliver of tanned skin.

   My mouth opened to tell him off for laying down on my bed when Levi’s deep voice spoke. 

   “Do you like learning about Angels?” He didn’t look at me, but up towards the ceiling. 

   My mouth shut, my nose letting out a heavy sigh. I laid next to Levi, my arm touching his. I was hesitant to tell the truth but eventually said, “Yeah.” 

   “What do you like the most?”

   I looked at the smooth, white ceiling. “The legends and myths.”

   “Of course,” Levi said, smile evident in his voice. 

   “What’s that suppose to mean?”

   “You’re all about facts, Tyde. Logical answers, logical explanations,” Levi told me. “So of course you would like myths and legends. They’re something you can’t explain, you want to figure them out even though you know you can’t.”

   I stayed quiet, stunned to find out how much Levi knew about me. I thought he was just another pretty face, no brains, all brawn's. 

   “Want to hear a legend that’s never been published in a book?” Levi asked me, turning his gaze to the side of my face.

   Instantly, I nodded my head.

   “It’s called The Chosen Angel,” Levi said. His fingers twitching against mine, and eventually played with my hand. I didn’t mind. 

   “It was about,” Levi paused, his face scrunching in concentration, “seventeen or eighteen years ago, I can’t remember. A baby was born, the gender was never told.

   “What most humans don’t know is that there is a legend about a dark, evil force that is supposed to rule the world. No one knows when, but it’s suppose to happen. 

   “They said the child will be great when they grew up, that they would single-handily stop whatever this ‘dark force’ is,” Levi said, his finger creating air quotations. “Legend goes that God himself blessed the child before it was even born, for its parents were the purest of all Angels. He told them that the child would be the savior of the world.”

   “What happened to the kid?” I asked.

   “I was getting to that.” Levi turned his head to smile at me. “The night the child was born something bad happened. Something swarmed the house the child was in. This dark, rotten flesh smelling cloud wafted into the room. A demon extruded from the blackened cloud and tried stealing the child from its mother’s arms. Thankfully the father was able to slay the beast, but it muttered something before it evaporated back to Hell where it belonged.”

   “What’d it say?” My voice came out as a whisper, sounding small.

   Levi held onto my hand tighter, pulling me to his side so my head rested against his shoulder. “It said, ‘The child will die before its time.’”

   “What’s that even mean?”

   “It means before the child can realize its full potential in life, the demons will find it and slaughter it,” Levi said in a low voice.

   “What’d the parents do?”

   “They gave the child away to someone they could trust. They knew if the child stayed with them it would be murdered, so they sent it away to somewhere that it could never be found. But as time passed, the lost track of the child.”

   “So no one knows where it is?” My eyebrows knitted together.

   “Nope,” Levi said, popping the word. “But it’s not all bad. Having no clue where the kid is means the demons can’t find it either.”

   “How will the kid know when it hits its ‘full potentioal’? Who do you even know it’s not dead?”

   “It can’t die. Only demons or other Angels have the capability of killing it,” Levi explained, his voice sounding tired and distant. “The kid, and the kid only will know.”

   I let out a yawn, as well as Levi. My eyes drooped, suddenly realizing how tired I was. Levi’s arm that was around my shoulder twirled a piece of my hair around his finger.

   Before sleep claimed me, I thought about the Angel kid.  

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