Angels, Demons, and... Me.

5

I woke up to Alex and Dallas looking at me with worry etched into their faces. "Thank god. You're awake." Alex said and pulled me into a hug.

"You've been screaming at us for hours." Dallas said to me. My throat was really sore so I didn't say anything back.

"What were you dreaming?" Alex asked when he pulled back from the bear hug. I pointed to my throat to tell him it hurt too much to talk. He lifted his hand and touched it. The soreness was gone immediately.

"I dreamt a man found us. We were in the middle of the woods and the man appeared and knocked Dallas unconscious and before you yelled at me to run the man had beaten you until you were spitting up blood."

"Snow, nothing can hurt us that much." Dallas said. It looked like I had just woken them up because they were both in pjs. Dallas yawned and scratched his hard stomach. "I'm going back to bed. I'll see you ladies in the actual morning."

"Night." Alex and I said in unison as we watch Dallas go back to his room.

"God! Sometimes I wish." Alex said.

"Wish what?"

"That he was gay. I mean, did you see that body?" I rolled my eyes and laid back down.

"I swear, sometimes I forget you're an angel."

"But then I get so sweet you have to remember." He laid down beside me. I looked over and could see the outline of his wings. He covered up and closed his eyes.

"Don't you have a room?"

"Yes, but I want to be right here if that happens again." I nodded and closed my eyes again. After a while I heard his loud snores. I couldn't go to sleep with him snoring so loud. I got out of bed and headed to his room. I tucked myself in just as a knock came at the door. Dallas poked his head in and flashed Hollywood white smile at me. "He snores loud, doesn't he?" I nodded and he walked in. "Were you scared?"

"When?"

"During your dream."

"Yeah, I watched you two get beaten to a pulp and couldn't do anything about it. It scares me. You and Alex are the tough ones, but what'll happen if I'm put in a situation like that?"

"You will save our lives, but you won't get that chance."

"I do think you should put a shirt on, though."

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Alex."

"Oh." He smiled and we both laughed. "Well, I hope you get some sleep. Night."

"Why do you never say goodnight?"

"Because it originally means 'And god be with you until we meet again'."

"You don't want god to be with me?" He shrugged.

"I am a demon."

"But you're not evil."

"Don't say that! They might hear you. I don't want anyone to know I've gone soft for you and Alex."

"Your secret is safe with me." I said. He nodded and left the door open a crack but it opened all the way back. I didn't like Alex's room. It had too many posters, but I couldn't go back to sleep after that dream. I reached under his bed for the stack of books he keeps and I felt something that wasn't a book. I pulled it out and realized it was one of our travel albums. I opened it to three 12 year olds in Brazil. I remembered the day we got there until the day we left. It was our first trip out of the US. I looked at the pictures of Alex and Dallas trying to act tough while I snapped a picture. The next was a picture of Dallas holding me in his arms standing over a large bridge. Alex was on the other side taking a picture. The next was a picture Dallas took of both me and Alex checking a guy out. By the time I made it to the end of the photo album I was laughing and crying a little. I missed being a child like that. We didn't have any worries, but now it's like it's only me and Alex. Dallas is always out with different women. Sometimes it's only me because Alex goes out to angel clubs. I miss the old days. I looked at the clock and saw it was two in the morning. I heard some rustling coming from the living room. I got up and looked out the door and saw Dallas trying to step over our travel bags. "Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, I've been looking at the Brazil photos."

"That was a good trip."

"Where you headed?" I asked him. He was dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket.

"Out."

"When will you be back?"

"Before Alex quits snoring." He walked over and pulled me into a hug. "I was serious about Rome, though."

"I'll think about it."

"Alright. I want an answer when I return."

"But we just got back can't we enjoy New York?"

"Can you ever enjoy New York?"

"I guess not."

"Well, I want an answer. I love you, Snowy."

"Love you, too. Be careful." He nodded and left out the door. I knew exactly where he was going. Out to the club to find a chick and he would because he's good looking and has a motorcycle. I went back to the room and finally fell asleep.