Sold My Soul *editing*

Two - The Sighting

Hey guys! Quick A/N (to those of you who are actually reading..) I didn't mean to be gone for so long, but I'm super busy! So I apologize and hope an update will make it better :p

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I walked down the sloping streets of San Francisco, searching for the address that was on the paper, the letters written in Lucifer's tiny neat (unreadable) script. I kept my focus on looking back and forth between buildings and the card, no longer bothered by the mortals that passed through me. When I first got on the job, I used to avoid humans at all costs because when I passed through them, my soul-less self would absorb a piece of their soul. And, being a sort of devilish figure myself, I would not get to experience all of the joy and happiness of their life, but the sadness and despair. It was such an overwhelming feeling, but after living in despair for so long, I grew used to the feeling. In fact, escaping into other people's problems was a sort of refuge for me, a hiding place from my own problems.

I finally found the house of the dying man, a brightly colored painted lady style home that overlooked a grassy park.

What I would give to live here, I thought before stepping onto the threshold of the home.

Or, at least tried to. As soon as my foot touched the step I was sent flying backwards into the street, an invisible barrier protecting the house.

"Crap," I said out loud, "the angels must have beaten me here." I stood up, brushing my extremely outdated 1700s style dress off, and set off to find a way around the barrier.

Maybe I can go un-

"Hey! Hey, are you alright?"

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice yelling out from across the street, belonging to a young man with shaggy brown hair and a backpack slung across one shoulder lazily. I didn't realize he was talking to me until he crossed the street, looking both ways before jogging straight up to me.

"That was a hell of a fall, I'm surprised you could get up. Your head okay?" he asked, beginning to look slightly confused because of the looks I was giving him.

"You..... can see me?" I forced out, ignoring his question.

"Ummm... am I not supposed to?"

So he wasn't and angel. One, an angel wouldn't care about my health and two, an angel would know exactly what I was before even speaking to me.

"Not exactly. But listen, I'll offer you a deal: run along and pretend you never saw me, and I won't condemn you to the

fate I've been condemned to, deal?"

The boy stared at me a long while, as if contemplating my words. Finally he tool a shaky breath in and began to speak.

"You must've hit your head harder than I thought. Let's get you to a doctor," he said as he grabbed my arm, pulling me down the street. I struggled, beginning to panic at the thought of being in the captivity of mortals.

"LET. ME. GO."

I struggled against his iron grip, but once I realized it was hopeless, I tried to use my words to get me out of the sticky situation.

"Listen, I know you think you saw me fall back there, but really-"

"I know I saw you fall back there."

"Thanks for the interruption. As I was saying, you think I fell but I'm fine, look. If I fell, wouldn't I have scrapes and bruises? As you can see, I'm unharmed and healthy. So if you could just let go of my arm, and I'll be on my merry way," I huffed, hoping I'd made a strong enough argument. I turned to find him staring across the street, concentrated on something in the distance.

"Hey, uh, not to completely blow off your babbling or anything, but do you know those guys over there? They seem to be giving you the stink eye and it's kinda weirding me out," my captor asked. I looked across the street and, sure enough, there was a group of three guys staring me down. And they were surrounded by a hazy golden glow I would recognize anywhere - angels.

"Shit," was all I could muster.

"So I'm guessing their faces ring a bell? Not a very good one either, by the way you're glaring. They don't seem to like you much either. Do we need to call the cops? Where do you live? We should get you home. Are you just ignore me and stand there, or are we gonna go?"

It took me a second to process his words, my mind fogging over before I snapped back to reality and formed a plan.

"Uh, yeah. Take me to your place," I said. My eyes never left the group across the way. As much as this kid annoyed me, he was my only protection now. The angels wouldn't dare mess with an innocent mortal, even if he was protecting a demon.

"You sure you don't need a doctor?" he asked hesitantly.

I finally turned around and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. I stared him down for a solid minute before he cleared his throat and said, "I guess not. Let's go then."

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He walked me to an apartment building on the other side of town. The walk was long and silent, and I thought about my situation. How would I alert Lucifer? He was the only one who could open a portal, and the only reasons he would have to open one is 1) a death or 2) sending someone out to retrieve a soul. So I was stuck, because it didn't look like I was going to win this battle with the angels without back up.

The jingling of keys in my face woke me from my thoughts. "Earth to crazy girl. You in there?" the boy said.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. And I'm not crazy. My name is Ivy," I said.

"I'm Westley. Pleased to make your acquaintance," he said, bowing deeply in a joking way.

I couldn't help but laugh as I watched him stand up and put his key in the lock. "If something jumps out and attacks you, just tell it no," he said. My eyes widened in fear. Westley let out a loud laugh.

"I'm just kidding. I was trying to tell you my place is a mess."

"Oh," I sighed in relief. With that he swung the door open.

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Quick closing a/n:

Was it too short? It's hard for me to tell, I feel like it was longish.

So what'd you think? Let me know!