DREAMS : WORLD OF ANGELS

Chapter 3 A name is a just a name

We landed on some clouds. I was able to fly again. I floated around without much direction. I felt his eyes on me.

"That was ballsy, not wanting to have a name," he said.

"Thank you," I smiled at the compliment.

"But I can't just go around calling 'Hey you," you know,' he said, opening his large wings and flying up to me. His large black leathery wings encapsulated me. I let himself float into his body.

He smiled at my willingness to enter his person.

"I suppose you can't go just calling me You. That sounds too vague. ...What should I be called then?" I asked.

"Blondie," he said with a straight face. I laughed. I watched him smile at my laugh. This somehow warmed my heart.

"Should I call you Darkie?"

"Better than Damien," he shrugged, grinning.

"Sounds very dark....," I whispered.

"Does it scare you?" he asked, closing in his wings, pulling me closer. I tried to resistant a bit of his pull, to his amusement.

"No," I smiled.

"You should be. I'm not exactly an angel," he joked.

"I know," I said, looking straight at his amber brown eyes. Gold and black specs flittered against the light.

He looked back at me, and slowly opened his wings. I floated apart from him. I looked at his face momentiarily lost in thought.

"You'll still need a name."

I looked around. "Cloud, then." I said, boredly.

He burst out laughing. "Cloud? Could you not think of anything else more boring and mudane as cloud, especially as an angel?"

"What? Should I have picked something fancy?"

He floated above me, his long back arching gracefully. "You should have, given your pretty face,"

I blushed. "You're not bad looking yourself,' I mumbled.

The compliment did not faze him. "I know," he said. That cheekiness amused me. Felt playful.

"I'm kidding. You're pretty ugly."

"I know," he said again, his face deadpan. I couldn't read this guy. "Is it the wings?" he asked.

I shook my head regretting my joke. "No, that's one of your best features,"

"oh really?"

"Yeah, you can fly away on campus. I seem to lose the ability to fly when I near the gates."

"Yeah, that's how they control you. I aint exactly from these parts, so their rules don't apply to me," he bragged. My curiousity peaked.

"Really? Where are you from?"

He stopped floating around me in circles and finally stood still. "My father is the lord of the underworld," he said simply.

"So that makes you the prince of darkness. Why'd you tell me this? I mean, ..what are you doing here then? Wouldn't you be happier tormenting evil souls for the rest of enterity?"

He laughed. "I ain't prince of anything. I'm telling you so you know what you're getting into if you get close to me."

"You're the one who keeps running into me."

"Oh ya? Last time I remember, I was at Haven school long before you,"

"Yeah, cause you apparently keep repeating the year,"

"Ooo, you're a sharp one. I like that," he grinned. "Come on, it's lunch time. I want to go back and have food."

"We need to eat?"

"You do. You don't have wings yet. You're still a soul, not an angel,"

"And if I don't eat?"

"You turn into this ugly ghoul, and trust me, I won't look at you twice." He shrugged and started to fly away.

Thatwas rather shallow of him. This was my soul he was looking at. And he seemed tolike what he saw. I smiled to myself.