DREAMS : WORLD OF ANGELS

Chapter 5 Welcome to the world of Angels

I awake to seeing Damien sleeping in the chair beside me. I stare at his calm handsome features. His long lashes curl downward. I admire his narrow nose and high check bones. His hair is still slicked back, but a couple of hairs have escaped and look like funny bug antennas.

"Damien," I whisper.

He bolts awake. "Uh? Oh, you're awake." He says, smiling sleepily.

"I think I'm an angel now."

"I would hope so," he says, rubbing his eyes with his clawed hand. He stretches out his bat wings. He yawned. "Still hurt?"

I momentarily felt my back. "No," I said. I can feel thick plush plumes against my fingers as I rub the area where the feathers came out of my skin between my shoulder blades. I'm aware my shirt is loose where Damien ripped it and I hold it up gingerly against my torso.

"Good. Welcome to the world of angels and demons," he said. He gets up, and walks over to his wardrobe and pulls out a new jacket to put over his dress shirt. The upper buttons are open and I look unabashed as he fixes his attire.

"Don't look at me so forlorn while you lie in my bed, or I might have to join you," he says. I look about. I'm in his room. It's an elegant style bedroom, as far as a dormitory single room can look. Wooden bed frame with matching boudoir.

"If you took me to my bed, you'd have seen it said "Nameless" for my bed," I said. "Wouldn't have been hard to find my bed."

He laughed. "You're not the only person with nameless written on their plate. Other people don't have names yet either. Can you make my life easier and pick a name already?"

"Nina," I said.

He looked at me. "Are you just too lazy to change the rest of Nameless off your name plate?"

I laughed. "Yes. A name is just a name."

He turned and looked at me with a smoldering look. "But a name has power. Whether one wishes it or not."

I gulped. What did he mean by that? Was he referring to his own name, Damien?

"Well then, blondie. Get up. We are gonna get you a proper outfit. I think classic white robe would be perfect for a picturesque angel, like youself, don't you think?"

"Am I that beautiful?" I asked. I wouldn't know. I hadn't seen my own reflection. The body I left behind was face down.

"Did you not see the class talk of nothing but you? Angels are just glorified human souls, and the human soul loves beauty."

"And you? What do you love?"

"Let's just say,...misery loves company," he grinned.

I didn't say it, but I couldn't imagine how he could be miserable when I felt so happy and free around him.