White Satin

Chapter Five

Anabella

•Chapter Five - The Art Project•

"How many times do I have to say that Zedd is not an artist." I rubbed my templets.

"But, in a Bones episode, I saw him gluing his art work on a billboard!" he protested.

"He's a musician, Mason." I argued. "Let's just do a classic."

"But that is so lame." He groaned. "Let's do an underground artist. Like Ron Mura."

"Who the fudge is Ron Mura?" I looked at him, suddenly interested.

"He makes stuff out natural recourses." He replies while popping a piece of gum in his mouth.

"That sounds pretty neat." I smile.

"Yeah." He tosses the pack of gum to me. "Want one?"

"No thank you. To much sugar." I toss it back to him.

"Are you a health freak?" He asks, giving me a fake look of disgust.

"I don't like sweets." I watch his face switch from playful to a 'what the heck' look. "What?" I lean away, trying to escape his gaze.

"I think it is fundamentally strange that you don't like sweets." He paused. "Considering you're a girl."

"So what if I'm a girl?" I shot.

"Don't all girls crave chocolate and shit?" He shrugged.

"That's stereotyping." I scolded.

He held his hands up in defense. "Shouldn't we be working on the art thing?"

"Yes." I pulled grabbed a sticky note off his desk and snatched the pen out of her hand. "What do we need?"

"A few two or three inch rocks. Quarter sized branches. A flat rock, big enough to be a platform. And a thin piece of platform wood to be the platforms platform from Michael's." He rushed out.

"What are we making?" I eyed him skeptically.

"Mushrooms out of rocks and branches." He responded in a obvious tone.

"You can get the thin wood, I'll collect the rocks and branches." I pocketed the sticky note.

"Alone? You don't want my charming company?" he snickered.

"Most definitely not." I smirked. "I like going on walks alone." I stood up. "Speaking of which, I must take my leave."

"Take my leave." He mocked my voice. "What are you, from World War One?"

"Hardy, har, har." I stuck my tongue out. Gee, how mature of me. That is not the way a young Angel acts. "I'm leaving."

"Want me to show you the way out?" he smirked.

"I'm sure I'll survive." I walked over to the door. I already know the way.

After I left the house, I gripped my winged necklace and told my magic to take me to My Lord. I closed my eyes as I felt the breeze tickle my skin. Suddenly it stopped, I opened my eyes and saw him sitting in his magnificent gold chair with a cup of wine in hand. Feeling the power and peacefulness of his presence, I kneeled down to him.

"What is it, my child?" his voice rang out like silver bells.

"I have no where in the human world to stay. I have no money for finances. How will I eat? How will I get objects I need to stay hidden as a human?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"My child, I have already settled that. I was about to call you back from the human world to inform you." He replied gently. "I have arranged for a house for you that is in between Mason Spencer and the school you enrolled into this morning. It will have everything you need there."

"Thank you, My Lord." I smiled and reached for my necklace.

"Annabella." He continued. "You are making great progress. But be warned, the boy is taken to you by your fierce soul. Remember, just because he is just your job, doesn't mean that he is just a job. I understand that Angel and Human's infatuated with each other is forbidden. But keep in mind, although currently he is human, he is close to death."

"I don't understand. I am not infatuated with Mason." I cocked my head to the side.

"If you are now matters not." He smiled. "I assigned you to him, not only as a job, but because you are what he needs as he dies."

"But, My Lord-" he cut me off.

"All will make sense in time, my child." And with a simple wave of his hand I suddenly ended up in a large gold and white room. There I stood on front of a bed with a white bedspread with the Tree Of Life stamped in gold. On the bed was a gold box with a note on it. I walked closer and picked up the note.

My Dearest Anabella,

This is the home you will live at for the remaining twenty-nine days. Within this box is objects I foresaw you requiring and a card containing money. Enjoy reliving a human life and continue with the process of your assignment.

With everlasting love,

My Lord.

I opened the box and saw four quarter sized branches about five inches long, four three inches rocks, and one eight inched flat rock. I also saw a gold purse containing a custom gold visa with a white Tree Of Eternity stamped to it.

So, I guess I won't need to go on a walk and hunt the rocks and sticks down.

Authors Note:

If you are wondering who Ron Mura is, he is my uncle who does nature art and the project they are doing is a gift my uncle made me. I will post a picture of the stone and branch mushrooms in the next chapter.

Much love!

-Florinda