The door on my left side opens and closes seconds later.
"Angel," a voice says over my shoulder. "What can I do for you?"
I don't have to look at Cecil to know he is wearing a tuxedo with a black tie. He never leaves his ego at the door.
"Start with Amen." I say less than amused.
Cecil moves closer to me yet far enough for him to leave quickly. His celadon eyes will have you wondering where you really belong. And you might end up digging your own grave.
"Five police cars are outside, angel. The sheriff wants in this building." Cecil is a diplomat; and that might be the death of me. He makes my mind wander about certain aspects of my existence but I'll always be who I am. Just like my precious sister. Aliza seems to have a thing for killing humans and making me clean the mess.
"Desire for redemption kills angels." Cecil taps his foot impatiently.
"I see humans, but no humanity. Not anymore." These words make me bite my tongue. Do you know what it's like to be tortured by your own mind?
He smiles. Coffee breath keeps leaking out of his mouth.
There will be no living person on the other end. Not with Kael outside or North.
"It's time to give me that vial, Cecil." It's time to burn the humanity I have left. Sympathy for fools and everything else can't kill a thing.
"Use that broken heart." He tells me as the tips of his fingers touch my collarbone. Cecil has been thinking about her as well. Tragedy is something he knows all too well. The perversions of a quiet man know no limits.
I drink the black liquid from the small bottle and my body shakes in uncoordinated waves. You have no idea how I love that familiar tingle.
Cecil and I glance in the mirror from the greige wall. He might be holding his breath because he has never seen my whole body turn eburnean. Or it could be because of the purplish hue forming around us. Or maybe it is just the color of my veins: haematic.
"I will find her, Cecil." Maybe this is for the best. She had the ability to set apart right from wrong and she chose to do wrong.
Every small town has that family. You hear their last name and you can only shake your head because you know the whole lot of them are nothing but trouble.
"You'd lose your mind if you tried to be like me, Cecil. Stop it." Just because I don't react, doesn't mean I don't notice.
As soon as the brilliant red color reaches my eyes something snaps from deep within. It could be the last bit of love I carry for my sister evaporating.
Those mazarine eyes stare back and I know a massacre is coming.
"You like the pain, don't you, angel?"
The lights go out.
It's time to taste some human blood.
The tinkling of breaking glass rouses a compelling need to hear bones crack.
Cecil shoots the first human that enters the room in his upper left arm. The human-behind-that-one comes my way so I knock him down and hit his small head on a mirror that was hanged on the wall. Just like that he stops breathing.
I can see a human dressed in an orange suit crawling on hands and knees to the other exit. Cecil puts his hands around his neck and snaps it.
I inspect the knife in my left hand and decide to throw into Cecil's skull. He tries to reach for something to steady himself. Finding nothing, he collapses at my feet.
From the first moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life avoiding him.
A taller human fails when it comes to slapping me so I hit him in the neck to mess up his breathing and obviously his spinal cord. Turning around I hit one in the groin and another in the knees. Kicks are less effective here.
The last policeman stumbles back, blood rushing from his nose as Kael approaches him with a final blow.
In the hallway, North shoots the last three ones.
"There are no more signs of movement." Kael says.
I take the small piece of paper from Cecil's hand and read it out loud. "Come find me."
We all know what that means and from who is it.
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