The Angels

8; Oh Gosh Golly

They all were on the beach, looking over the sea to the sun setting along the waves.

"Francis, can I speak with you?" Glaze spoke up. Francis got up hesitantly. They both walked over away from the other a short distance.

"What?" Francis asked.

"I'm sorry..." Glaze admitted," I shouldn't have-"

"No! It's my fault! I know you don't have good tendancies when you're mad! I should have taken it better. I should have just, I should have just accepted that you..." Francis had slowly been being brought tears. She couldn't even finish her statenent, tears were falling down her face.

"No! It's my fault! I should have expected you to act that way!" Glaze panicked while trying to find something to calm her down.

They got it," Hey, hey... Will you sing me a song? You love singing!" Glaze smiled.

Francis half smiled," Of course." She started singing.

"Will you dance with me?" Glaze asked.

She smiled wider and nodded. They moved onto the beach and started dancing. It was a slow dance, and they worked their way towards eachother. Smiling, they started dancing. Glaze brushed her hair out of her face.

"You're so pretty." Glaze smiled. Francis muttered a thank you and blushed through her smile. They twirled Francis and brought her close.

"What are they doing?" Ryna whispered to Pepper.

"They used to be a couple. The breakup was announced, and Francis dissappeared."

"You know, I'm getting really into their relationship." Ryna announced.

"I know right?" Pepper and Ryna watched them dancing. They leaned in, just about to kiss.

"CHRISTOPHER!" Matthew yelled. They all snapped their vision towards Matthew and Chrisopher. Matthew was holding a weak Christopher in his arms. They all ran over to to Christopher.

"Matthew..." Christopher breathed.

"Yes?" Tears were falling down Matthew's face.

"Do you want a kiss?" Christopher smirked as well as he could, life slipping from his eyes. Matthew's face tensed slightly and he pulled up the mask.

Christopher's face was a deep red. Matthew pulled off his gloves and shirt, and they all could see that he was turning demon.

"Christopher!" Matthew exclaimed sadly. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips. He hugged Christopher close as they kissed, never wanting to let go.

But he had to. Christopher's body went limp. Matthew stood up and started crying. Ryna walked over to comfort her brother.

Glaze was pale. Really pale.

"What's wrong, Glaze? You literally work in Hell," Francis asked.

"I know Christopher..." Glaze muttered," He... He wasn't... Oh god..."

Ryna gritted her teeth and grabbed Glaze's shirt,"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!"

"He wasn't meant to go this far! I forgot he was-"

"Oh my god Glaze, you killed him?" Francis asked.

"He-" There was a snicker from the ground as Christopher let a wide toothy grin slread across his face. His teeth were unnaturally sharp. He bounded up and tackled Matthew down, clawing at his arms. Matthew screamed and cried and flailed as this thing attacked him.

Tereasi ran over and yanked it off Matthew, holding it away so it couldn't hurt anyone.

"Glaze, you had an antidote before." Tereasi said.

Glaze fumbled fumbled with their clothes and pulled a vile out of a pocket.

Tereasi grabbed it and poured it into the thing's mouth. It slowly calmed down, and it's breathing slowed. Christopher started coming back again, the natural color coming back into his skin. Tereasi put him around her shoulders.

"Glaze... You did this when we were still together, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me sooner that something was wrong?"

"I- I'm sorry!"

"I need a moment. You know where I will be. If you want to talk rationally, come back later. Christopher needs rest, and to not be traumatized by you. C'mon everybody, we're leaving." And they left. They left with Glaze behind them on the beach, watching as more people left them.