Angel

Fallen

"So that thing in there drinks blood?" My Dad was still not used to the fact that the boy wasn't dangerous.
"Yes, but Nangfas aren't harmful. They feed on mostly animals and usually don't have to eat much. He's harmless, Dad," I answered. We had went into the kitchen and left Mike with the boy in the living room.
"You just wanna keep him alive cause you think he's cute." Dad was still definitely against me being gay. I rolled my eyes at him. "Dad, he's harmless. Maybe he is cute, but that doesn't change the fact that they ripped a part of him away." I stared up at him, disappointment covering his face.
Mike walked in, "Hey, I found something." He brought the laptop in and sat it in front of us. "There are very few Nangfa in existence. They are beings that have different abilities and are known for their beautiful wings that have healing abilities of any ailment. They probably took his wings because they can heal anything. They didn't need him, so they left him there to die." I sighed, this was horrible.
We all looked up to see the boy standing in the doorway. My dad stiffened next to me, his hand on his knife. I shook my head, "Dad, he's harmless."
The boy walked back into the living room silently.
Later, I began to tell my dad about how I tracked down the hunters. I had been following them for a while, I tracked them all over the U.S. I had folders and files all over my truck full of information that I had found on them.
Oh shit.
My truck.
I sighed as I grabbed the bleach and towels from the closet in the living room. The boy looked up at me from the couch as I headed outside. His eyes looked like he was scared. I stared back for a moment, then shook my head and started outside.
I stared down at the stains and started scrubbing after soaking the carpet with bleach. Mike came outside and started helping. "You like him, don't you?" I stopped, "Not you too." I threw the towel down and backed up. "I finally come out to you guys and you think that's all I think about. Maybe I actually want to help someone instead of killing them without a second thought, like you two. And the rest of everyone else."
He leaned on the back of the SUV and crossed his arms. "I'm just observing what I saw. You ride up to my house with a dude that isn't that bad looking and you treat him like he's fragile. His name literally translates to angel. Like the flying things from Heaven. So, yeah, I think that's all you think about."
I sighed and looked down, "sorry, just every time I see you guys, you just have to bash me about it." He grabbed me in a bear hug, "It's just something different, bro. We're not used to it." I hugged him back and we started back on the truck.
Hours later, we trudged back in the house. Dad was sitting across from the boy, his gaze never leaving the boys face.
I chuckled, "how many times do I have to tell you that he's harmless, Dad?" I went over and sat on the opposite end of the couch. The boy hugged his legs up to his chest.
Later that night, I was putting the bloody sheets into the washer while my dad and brother argued like usual. About what, I didn't really care. A shadow walked by and I looked up to see the angelic being standing in the doorway.
I could fully see his eyes, alert and scared. One of them was green like fresh grass, the other was the palest blue with spots of light green.
"Hey...are you okay?" I didn't know what else to say. He had taken a blanket from somewhere and draped it over his shoulders. His bare chest showed through the folds of the blanket. He nodded slightly and I went back to loading the washer. I could feel his eyes staring at me. I finished with the laundry and started walking towards the boy. He jumped back and stared up at me.
I stared back, "what's your name?" I said it quietly, not wanting to scare him more.
"Aster" even his voice was beautiful. I grinned.
"I'm Jimmy." I shook my head, "but you knew that I guess," I chuckled awkwardly and he grinned.
Damn. He was beautiful.
We walked back upstairs together and sat back down on the couch. He slowly fell asleep and I went to talk to the two men in the kitchen.
The both had beers in their hands and were chuckling about who knows what. I grabbed a water out of the fridge. "...yeah and that thing in there isn't helping." My Dad stated, taking a long drink of the alcohol in his hand.
"Aster," I stated.
They both stared at me, "What the hell did you just say?" My Dad asked.
"Aster, that's his name, not 'that thing'." I stared at both of them, daring them to say something about me being gay.
They both looked down into their drinks, "good to know," my dad stated.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna get some sleep." I headed upstairs and slipped my shirt and shoes off. I flopped onto the bed and drifted into a deep sleep.

I was woken up to someone sitting on the bed. I slowly opened my eyes to be startled by Aster, who was sitting calmly on the bed. He jumped after I did, almost jumping off the bed. I sat up slowly and grabbed the bridge if my nose, my head aching from not eating much yesterday. He stared at me, "how long have you been watching me sleep?" I chuckled. He had gotten a t-shirt from my brothers closet, and it was about three sizes too big for him.
My stomach growled and he flinched. "Guess it's time for breakfast." I was half speaking to myself, half talking to him. I got up slowly and stretched. I walked downstairs and he followed me. I stopped and looked back at him, "oh, shit, you must be starving."
The website said he drank blood, and who knows how long they kept him in that basement. Where the hell can you get blood without killing anything or being suspicious?
I walked into the kitchen, thinking of how I could get him something to eat. I started frying some eggs and thought deeply, how could I help him?
"I can get it." His voice was small and I barely heard him.
"What?"
"My-my food. I can get it."
I hadn't said anything about getting it.
I stared at him, "did-did you just read my mind?" He shrugged and had a slight grin on his face.
"Noted, you can read minds. Great." I turned back to my food and put it on a plate.
"And how do you plan on getting the food yourself? You can't kill people for blood." I say at the table and he slowly sank into the chair in front of me. He hugged his knees to his chest.
"I don't kill people. Sometimes animals, but not people." He stared at me, his eyes piercing into mine. "Blood banks. I usually just get a few when they're closed. I don't kill anyone."
I nodded and tried to process all of this, "what else can you do? I mean, you can read minds and your wings can heal people, what else can you do?" He flinched at the mention of his wings and looked away.
"Will they-like, grow back? I don't know how any of this works..." he shook his head. His wings were gone for good.
He sighed, "I could fly."