Supernatural in Real Life 5

Chapter 38

A/N Sorry for not updating for a few days. I'm not really sure what to do. It's not like I have writer's block. I'm just out of ideas for this particular story. Ah, well, I'll figure something out.
I wake up feeling like shit. No, I felt like shit yesterday. Now I feel like death. My head is pounding and my muscles don't want to work. Unfortunately, I know I have to; I can feel myself about to vomit. I get up and run to the bathroom, my legs almost giving out a few times. The world is spinning, and puking does not help. Is this what a hangover feels like? I'm never drinking again.
"Having fun yet?" Gabriel's teasing voice comes from behind me. I don't bother turning around.
"Kill me now," I mutter.
"Sorry, kiddo. Can't. You wanna drink, you have to deal with the consequences."
I groan. "Dammit. And don't call me 'kiddo.' I'm not a kid."
"You're eighteen," he reminds. "You're still a kid."
"That's not a kid. Plus I'll be nineteen in a week."
"And you didn't tell us? Well, now I'm offended," Gabriel pouts. In a more compassionate than joking way, he asks, "How are you feeling?"
"Horrible," I mumble.
"I figured," Gabriel replies.
"How come you seems fine? I'm not the one that drank half the bottle."
"Oh, no, I finished the bottle," Gabriel tells me. "But angel powers can cure hangovers."
"Then cure my hangover!" I whine.
"That was the plan," Gabriel replies, walking up to me. He puts two fingers on my forehead, and while I partially feel better — I don't feel like I want to puke anymore, which is nice — I still basically feel the same.
"Gabe!" I complain.
"What?" he asks, confused. "I got rid of your hangover. What more do you want from me?"
"You didn't cure my hangover!" I protest.
"Uh, yeah, I did. See? Hangover." He snaps his fingers, and the urge to him it is back, which disappears when he snaps his finger again. "No hangover."
I don't mention how freaked out I am that he can give me a hangover. Knowing Gabriel... I don't even want to think about it.
"Then why do I still feel like crap?" I ask, though it's more a complaint than a question.
Gabriel shrugs. "No clue. Maybe you're just sick. That does happen, believe it or not."
"I don't wanna be sick," I whine.
"Too bad, so sad," Gabriel replies, not very sympathetic. "Hey, you know what's more fun than sitting in the floor in front of the toilet?"
"Everything?" I guess.
Gabriel scoffs. "I can think of so many worse things. No, I meant laying in bed."
"Oh, true," I agree. I push myself to my feet, nearly falling until I catch myself on the sink. My muscles still don't want to hold me up, so just standing is hard, never mind walking.
Gabriel seems to notice, because he picks me up bridal style and wordlessly carries me to my bed. He drops me, not very lightly, and I bounce slightly. I shoot him a glare, and he returns with an angelic smile.
"Yell if you need anything," he tells me. "I'll make someone else go help you out."
I roll my eyes. "Thanks, Gabriel," I say sarcastically.
"No problemo."
Gabriel leaves me alone in my room, the light dimmed so I can still see but I'm not blinded by the light. I try to remember what happened last night, but it's not working. I remember finding Gabriel, and I remember having a glass of something, but that's it.
Oh, and I remember Sabriel ending, too. It's hard to forget that one. Poor Gabriel. He must be heartbroken. He seemed okay just now, though. Maybe he's already moved on. Well, at least there's that. I just wish I could move on as fast as he did; I still miss Lucifer, and I'm the one that broke up with him.
I'm so busy thinking about my lost angel that I don't notice the figure in my room until I hear a cold laugh. I look up to see the man that I never wanted to see again. Standing in front of the now closed door is Rob.
"Well," he says with a malicious smile, "this is gonna be easy."
I sit up quickly, attempting to crawl farther away from him, but I'm already pressed up against the wall and he blocks my only escape. He takes a couple slow steps towards me until he's standing in front of my bed.
"Don't worry," he says, his hand reaching into his pocket, "This will only hurt a lot."
He pulls out a sharp knife, and I scream louder than I thought possible. After a few moments, I feel the bed dip as he kneels on it, crawling over to me.
"Bailey," he says urgently. "Bailey!"
I whimper and curl up into a ball as if that will help me. "No," I squeak. "No no no no."
"Bailey, it's me," he says urgently. "Gabriel."
The figure that was once Rob shifts into the form of Gabriel, and I relax slightly. As soon as he comes into view, I feel a sensation I've never felt before, a sort of longing, of need. As Gabriel moves closer, the feeling get stronger, but I don't know what to do about it. I've never felt it before; I don't know how to stop it.
Gabriel sits on the opposite end of the bed. He looks over at me with a sympathetic expression.
"Are you okay?" Gabriel asks softly.
I nod. "Yeah, I'm — I'm fine."
I can't tell if he believes me. I don't know if I believe me.
"What happened?" he asks.
"Uh, I don't — I don't know. It's nothing. I'm — I'm fine."
Gabriel sighs. "You know I don't believe that, right?"
I nod. "I'm aware."
"Tell me what happened."
"I, uh, I thought I saw something. But I didn't." It's not a lie; I'm just not telling him everything.
"Are you sure?"
I nod. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"Alright..." he replies skeptically. "Then I guess I'll go..."
"Or you could stay," I say quickly. "You know, if you want. But you don't have to. Because I'm fine and don't need someone to stay with me."
Gabriel chuckles softly. "That was perhaps the worst save I've ever heard." He crawls across the bed until he's sitting next to me, our backs both against the wall. Noticing me shaking, he puts an arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him.
Suddenly, I feel like I don't have control over my body. The need, the desire I've felt since he first came in here takes over, and I grab his wrist, sinking my teeth into the biggest vein there. I feel him try to move, try to push me off, but I just strengthen my grip on his arm as his blood fills my mouth. I'm vaguely aware of him talking to me, telling me to stop, but I'm too focused on his blood to care.
Finally, I realize what I'm doing and pull away. Any feeling of being sick have vanished, and instead I feel strong. Gabriel is watching me with wide eyes. He doesn't move away like any smart person would do; he seems frozen in surprise. For a moment, I am, too, but eventually recover my ability to talk.
"Oh my god, Gabriel, I'm so sorry," I say quickly. "I didn't mean — I don't know why I did that. I just — I couldn't stop myself. I'm so sorry."
Gabriel puts a hand to his bleeding wrist, and when it leaves, it's healed, the blood around it gone as well. The look he gives me is a strange mix of sympathy and mistrust.
"You just bit me?"
"I'm sorry?" It's more a question now. I didn't have much confidence during my other apology, but now I'm completely void of confidence. "I really didn't mean to. I don't know why I did that. I'm so, so sorry, I —"
"It's okay," Gabriel interrupts. "Well, you know, not okay in the sense that you can do it again, but I accept your apology. And now I sound like I'm in kindergarten. But you get the point."
Ordinarily, this would have earned a slight laugh from me, but I'm too busy regretting everything to find this entertaining. Gabriel seems to notice this, because he puts his arm around my shoulders again, and I feel myself leaning into him almost subconsciously.
"It's okay," he says softly. "It's okay."
"What if it happens again?" I ask quietly. "I don't — I don't know how to stop myself. I couldn't stop myself. If it happens again..."
"If it happens again, I'll stop you," Gabriel assures me. "We'll figure out what's going on, we'll stop it, and in the meantime, I'll make sure no one else gets hurt, okay?"
I nod. "Yeah," I agree. And the best part is that I believe him. I do believe he'll keep both him and me safe.