When Angels and Demons Collide

Chapter 5

A/N: From now on this book will be written in third person. I may go back later and edit the beginning chapters but it may not be for awhile. I feel like third position is more story like, you can imagine things playing out as if you're sitting down and watching everything unfold. Anyway, back to the story.

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She sighs and turns away from the door, she looks at the shower room as a whole. As gross as it smells it doesn't look very dirty, the stalls are sectioned off into little four feet by four feet rooms. A shower head connected to the farthest wall from the entrance, which is only blocked by a tattered curtain. As Vienna walks closer to the first stalls she almost hurls, the stall to the right has dark red, wet blood covering the floor, the tiles scratched at and broken.

She stares at it in horror. "Oh god..." The girl covers her mouth with her hands in disgust, a lump forming in her throat. What could've done that, and why? As quickly as she could she rushed to the door and try to open it, of course, it was no use, he locked it. Vienna closes her eyes and leans against the door, getting a hold of herself. Breathing through her mouth she walks past that first stall to the very end of the shower room, there are no curtains on the last two stalls but they're the cleanest. There's also a little door between the last two stalls.

The angel cautiously opens the door to reveal a small closet full of towels, surprisingly clean besides some dust on the top ones, and all kinds of soaps. She picks up two towels from the middle of the pile, the ones free of dust. Once she has the towels she walks into the shower stall to her right, she uses the two towels as a curtain and quietly peels off her tattered dress.

The dress falls to the floor, looking like a pile of bloody rags. She sighs and turns on the shower, the water comes out gray and freezing at first, but with a bit of tweaking it gets clear and warm. Once the water was good she looks at her waist which is wrapped with a thin layer of bandages. Carefully she removes the bandages to reveal her light, unscarred skin, the only evidence of an injury are the stitches still stuck in her skin. The girl groans, not knowing how she was going to get those out. Reluctantly she drops the bandages next to what's left of her dress and start to wash up, she would worry about the stitches later. Taking her time wiping away all the dirt and blood she hums to herself, eventually singing quietly. She relaxed when she did so, singing always made her feel better, well, almost always.

"Please, please forgive me.

But I won't be home again. Maybe someday, you'll look up, and barely conscious, you'll say to no one.

Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence, I know.

You forgot me, long ago.

Am I that unimportant?

Am I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing...

Isn't someone missing me!?"

Her voice cracks at the end, sadness shining through as she sings with so much emotion, anyone listening in could clearly hear the sorrow and hurt she feel through the song. Some say angels have amazing voices. It's true, their voices are alluring, they're perfect. Their voices can calm almost anything, she likes to think of it as a power all angels receive. However, when an angel sings anyone close enough to hear will feel the same emotions that angel is feeling. If anyone were to hear her now, they would feel hurt, sorrow, fear, every negative emotion a person can relate to being hopeless. She turns off the water and wraps one of the towels around herself. Sighing she looks back at her now wet wings, she let them relax, the bottoms now touch the tiles on the floor.

Now, Vienna should've paid closer attention to the bathroom, she shouldn't have let herself relax, shouldn't have sung. All these things she wouldn't have done had she known what would come of it. She took down the second towel and started to dry her hair and wings with it, though as soon as she stepped out of the shower stall she froze. He stood there against the second to last stall on her side of the wall. He was four feet from her and she could feel herself grow fearful. Vienna took a big step away from Jack.