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Chapter Four
Gabriel.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. 'Yep. That sounds like him.'
'But I'm not that heartless. I-'
'Angel's have hearts now? And see here I thought you lot ran on pixiedust. Guess you do learn something new everday.'
Michael pressed the gun to my temple harder, hitting me against the wall, adding some of that ludicrous Angel strength, and I cried out.
'Yes, actually, we do, despite all the rumours. Now what I'm going to do BEFORE I shoot you is ask you a few questions. Think your small mortal brain can compute that?' Michael asked, blue eyes flashing, and I realised the person he had possessed had just died.
Whoops.
'Maybe.' I ground out. 'Seems like a lot to ask of a silly mortal like me.'
His little patience wearing thin, Michael spat, 'Don't you think it'd be wise to be more compliant to the person with a gun to your head?'
'You'd think so.' I ground out. 'What do you want?'
'I want to know what you're current objective is.' He said.
'I...don't...have one.' I said as the pain increased, making it hard to think up my next smart-ass remark.
'Don't lie to me.'
An impossible burning pain started up from my very core and spread- I dropped to my knees, crying out as blood trickled down my lips from my nose.
Why hadn't anyone heard me yet?
Maybe they had, and just hadn't cared.
'Lying is a sin, Alexandra, and has always been your vice.' Michael looked down on me with disgust.
I looked up throught the veil of brown-ish hair that covered my face.
'Tell me something I don't know.' I spat blood.
'Tell me what your current objective is, and I MIGHT let you live...MAYBE.'
'I feel so reassured.'
He brought the side of the gun down on my cheek like a knuckleduster, and I cried out again as blood trickled slowly down my cheek.
If I had been 100% mortal, that would've broken my jaw.
Groaning, I struggled to say, 'Pistol whip me all you like, you kinky bastard, but the answer's gonna keep coming up the same. I DON'T have a charge yet.'
I braced myself for another blow when there was a flash of light and Michael was thrown back, essence flying.
'What the-'
Looking up through blood-mattered hair, I saw the vamp dude from two nights ago walking calmly forward, muttering something in Latin that I didn't understand.
By the way, I didn't speak Latin to perform an exorcism or whatever. The Scythe did all the work for me.
