Angels and roses

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Talitha peered around the door. Bingo. One golden curled little cherub boy. She smiled and crept towards the boy, on feet light as air. This was going to be easy. Children loved Talitha. She was like a beautiful angel with ethereal grace and magic powers.
Well, the devil was once an angel.

Julian perched on the side of the bed, looking at the sleeping girl. It was her, he was certain. Catherine, Cat, his little kitten. And she was beautiful. She reminded him of a perfectly bloomed rose, elegant and graceful, with hidden thorns. Even her hair colour, and her lips... oh, wow, her lips...
Julian couldn't help himself. He lent down and brushed his lips gently across hers...
Talithas voice spoke in his mind.
"Julian, meet me at the portal. NOW!"
"Damn you, Talitha" he thought "Damn you."

When he found Talitha, she was standing just beside the portal with a small boy cradled in her arms. "Talitha!" He whispered "What have you done now?"
She looked up at him through her lashes. "I couldn't resist. Besides, you can hardly talk."
"But that's, that's..."
"Your precious kittens baby brother? Yeah, I noticed. I told you don't get involved, I thought Jenny would have taught you that."
Only one thought occupied Julian's mind, how hurt this would make his kitten. Then another thought entered his mind. His smile turned wicked. "Alright Talitha, why don't we make it more interesting?"

Last chance, do I include Harry and Lindsay in the game or not?
Or I shall literally be deciding by flipping a coin.

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