Montis was packed as per usual. We managed to get a table which was lucky considering the line up was crazy. My eyes scanned the rather large menu but glanced over at Damien a few times as his plump, rosey lips attached to the wine glass, sculling the blood red liquid.
"Waitress! Over here please" Damien flagged a big breasted lady, her boobs basically slumped out of her shirt.
"Hey sugar whatchu havin' tonight?" Of course she completely ignores me, typical. She chewed her gum painfully loudly, I wanted her to just scurry off to her little skank hole.
"Steak and chips please sweetie" of course Mr Seductive immediately wrapped her around his finger. She giggled and finally turned to me, her smile fading.
"Whatchu want?" chomp, chomp. I wanted to rip this bitches bleach blonde locks out of her scalp.
"Eh the vegetarian quiche and another coke please" she scribbled my order down along with Damien's. Blonde bimbo dismisses herself but before she struts away, her fake tan fingers slip a ripped piece of paper near Damien's hand. Revealing her number.
She disappeared, finally leaving us in peace.
"She'd be an alright one night stand" Damien laughed, ripping the number up.
I awkwardly chuckled along with him. He began some random conversation, honestly I wasn't listening to one word he said when I noticed from the corner of my eye I saw one of the most angelic men I've ever seen. Platinum blonde hair that sat above his shoulders perfectly, some loose tendrils dangled over his eyes. You could get lost in the pool of grey inside his eyes, the way they twinkled under the medium light.
"Something wrong princess?" my head snapped back to face Damien, his normal blank expression on his face. But I could sense suspicion from him.
"Y-yes I'm fine! Oh here's dinner" blonde weirdo placed down my quiche and Damien's steak.
We ate in a semi comfortable silence, my eyes always trailed off towards table 11 where angel boy sat. We made awkward eye contact a few times, that simple grey colour pulled me back to him over and over again. Finally I looked up at Damien, who to my surprise was glaring straight at the angel boy, fire burning in his eyes.
"How's your dinner?" I decided to break the painfully awkward silence.
"Do you know him?" busted.
"No I don't, he's familiar from school that's all" I lied, fidgeting on my leather seat.
"Oh yeah, was he the schools bad boy, nerd or manwhore?" Damien wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. Ok ok you're cute I get it.
"Yeah he was on the soccer team I'm sure. Anyways, how was the Montis steak?" I was desperate to change the subject, I won't be able to keep up with all my lies.
Damien nodded and spoke again after taking another bite of the tender chunk of death "It's incredible, try some" I squirmed and felt bile rising in my throat. After the stuff I've seen, meat is far from appealing.
"No thank you!" He shot me devious grin before cleaning up his plate.
After we both payed half the bill we went our separate ways after a long, sweet embrace. Damien had to check on his mother at the retirement village before the old ladies gave you a speech about "how it was too late" or "you're going to give Hilda or Agatha a heart failure"
The autumn breeze started to pick up quite quickly as I shuffled down the cement path. I didn't want to bug Damien to take me home since he already seemed pretty upset about me checking out blonde boy. I let out a heavy sigh, the white frost developing. I'm not sure what that actually is, it's interesting when you think about it.
Towards the end of my journey I turn to face the fading sunlight in the grey sky. Stars started twinkling lightly as the clouds began to move away, revealing the grouping of stars. Sometimes I wish I could stay outside and focus on the exquisite earth we live in, but then again I don't want to be kidnaped or worse.
I turn into my street and pull my keys from my pocket. For some reason my paranoia goes into overdrive and I start flipping shit. Sweat developed on my brow even though it was freezing. Eventually I got the key in and basically ran inside, breathing deeply. I re lock the door and turn on the kitchen light, grabbing a glass of water before turning the light back off and slugging up the stairs. Digging through my clothes I retrieved an over sized sweater and track pants. After I got both of them on, slowly may I add, I slipped under my blankets. Tossing and turning to warm it up. To my anger I couldn't get to sleep for ages. I didn't get one moment where I wasn't thinking about something. Eventually a wave of fatigue washed over me and I fell asleep.
3:00am and I'm woken by the sound of my creaky window opening. Was I being robbed?! Am I going to die?!
My eyes were glued shut, yes I'm a pansy I know.
"Please open your eyes love" it was a male, his voice was soft and smooth like honey. I could feel a presence looming over me, never have I felt smaller and helpless in my life. With an anxious exhale I let my eyes open slowly to be met with a familiar face.
It was the angel boy from Montis. His hair was pulled into a messy bun, I could see up close how delicate and flawless his features were. He wasn't wearing a shirt, showing off his toned yet snowy white body. The pants were a white velvet, draping over his shoeless feet.
"Who are you?! Why are you in my house?!" I screeched, my voice painfully echoing off the walls.
"I am Samuel, I have been sent to protect you by my lord"
"Ok Samuel, what the fuck are you on about?! I'm calling the police" I reached for my phone but his hand held a firm grip on my wrist, preventing me from grabbing my phone.
"Please you have to listen to me, you're next in line to be slaughtered by the family curse. Do you have any idea how much danger you are in?" my body froze instantly, blood draining from my face.
"W-what do you m-mean?" my voice came out as a whisper, not even that!
"Get up, I want to show you something"
Samuel drew out his hand, ushering me to take it. With a shaky hand I pulled myself up from my bed with the help of Samuel who apparently is strong as heck.
"I am going to show you something, you are not going to speak a word. Do not let go of me I beg of you. You will die as I am your protection in the dream realm" none of what he was saying made sense, it didn't process in my mind at all. He pushed my shoulders down, inquiring for me to stand straight which I did even though I felt like throwing up.
Wings sprung from his back. They started off like a blinding violet light, burning into my eyes. His arms wrapped around me as he forced me against his hard chest, his racing heart pumping through my head. This had to be a dream, even a nightmare. I couldn't bare to open my eyes.
"Please calm down and show me those charming green eyes of yours" Samuel slipped his fingers through my messy hair, instantly calming me. I finally let my eyes slowly open, they were instantly met with Samuel's grey, doll eyes. His wings suddenly began to fade into actual feathers. They were almost a grey like his eyes but stayed the typical delicate white.
All of a sudden we were both encased by the wings. My vision filled with black dots, it felt like time had stopped. Ringing sounds pulsed through my ears. I wanted to scream like a spoiled kid in a candy store but I couldn't risk upsetting Samuel. Suddenly I felt a pushing desire to open my eyes, my chest started to become inflamed and my stomach pushed together. I could still feel Samuel's arms still firmly gripping me, his heartbeat against my head.
Then it all disappeared. His heartbeat, the safe grip and the light. "Open your eyes dear" Samuel's voice felt like he was right next to me, but I couldn't feel a presence. My eyes opened slowly, revealing the night sky, stars dancing around me. Heaviness hit my chest hard and my breathing hitched.
"I am going to tell you something, something that sounds like the definition of awful and or insane. But you must believe me or you will forever be in danger without any form of help" Samuel continued "There is a curse, your family curse to be exact. Basically, when 'him' thinks your life is complete he will send one of his minions to gruesomely murder and extract the souls of his or her set victim. These minions are known as '' and they take the form of a mortal closest to their next target. Whether it be say best friend or even lover, anything to itch their way in to their victims heart. After that they find the exact time to kill their victim, whether it be a simple gun shot or knife wound, or even being burned or run over. It all depend on the particular, blood thirsty taste. They grow stronger from the less you believe in us, us being angels" everything wasn't making sense, their particular taste? Target? I've never felt more fucking disgusting. Bile started rising in my throat and tears stung my eyes. Was I going to die?
Woken by the sound of my alarm, my body shot up. What did that all mean? It felt so real, his warm touch, soft eyes and extravagant wings. It was a nightmare, or even a dream. I'm going with the latter. Yet I wasn't in a pool of sweat, or soaked cheeks. It definitely wasn't normal, but I guess your imagination runs wild when you see someone who looks identical to a god sent angel. After heavy contemplation I decided to seek refuge in the only person I knew who would listen. My therapist, Dr.Forster.
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I take so long to update I know! But I've just been so busy. I've completed other chapters so I might do a double update x
