Supernatural in Real Life 5

Chapter 65

A/N I don't even know anymoreeeee

Gabriel gives all the other spectators the boot, leaving me alone with the three archangels. Everyone looks at him expectantly. Well, everyone but Michael, who seems to be mostly indifferent to the situation. Slightly curious, sure, but not dying to know like Lucifer and I are.

"Gabriel, what's going on?" I ask.

He sighs, and I can see it in his face that he knows he's been busted. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't do it to hurt you. I did it so you wouldn't get hurt."

"So you did spike my drink," I surmise. "I have been drinking your blood." I cringe at the thought. God, I sound like a freaking vampire. Dracula 2.0, here I come.

"Yes, technically, but —"

"And you never thought to mention it," I add, trying to keep how upset I am from creeping into my voice. We're not going to fight. I'm going to get my answers, and that's it. We'll be back to normal.

"No, because I knew you'd think it's gross, but it was kind of necessary," Gabriel explains — if that can even be called explaining.

"So you didn't tell me because you knew I wouldn't approve, but you did it anyway?" I correct myself. "That's — that's just great. Really. Glad to hear it."

"N— okay, look," he says, finally going to give me the answers I should have gotten a month ago. "Remember when Zeus spiked your punch for Christmas?" He clarifies for the sake of the readers who probably don't remember chapter 33 because I wrote it in February and it's now November, "When he, like, kidnapped Lucifer for a little bit and all that."

Right before we broke up, I add silently. "Yep." Kinda hard to forget.

"Angel blood isn't like demon blood, and coming from an archangel, it's worse. Just one drop would have caused a bit of a stir, but with the amount he gave you... Well, it would have been hell to just quit cold turkey like that. But you already know that from when you had that episode a couple days later where you basically tried to eat me."

I look at the floor awkwardly at that. Yeah, that was... weird. If you're wondering, that was chapter 38. Not that I'd know that, of course, because I don't know this is a book. Because it's not a book. Because I'm real. Obviously.

"And that was just day one. It would only get worse before it got better," Gabriel adds.

"But now it's gonna be even worse," Lucifer says, not really talking to me but speaking entirely to Gabriel instead. "You've basically been feeding her addiction."

"I've been waning her off it," Gabriel protests.

Lucifer scoffs. "This isn't tobacco, Gabriel; it's blood. You know as well as I do, this is just making it worse."

"It's not going to be worse if we keep it up."

"That's the problem! You can't just 'keep it up'!" Lucifer practically yells. "Pretty soon, she's gonna need to drink you dry just to get rid of a headache! And yes, I know that won't kill you, but it'll definitely piss Speight off."

"Then you —"

"Don't expect me to step in," Lucifer interrupts. "I'm not feeding into this sick fantasy of yours. She has a problem. An actual, honest-to-Dad problem. Now you could try to keep it going like its fine, but you and I both know how this ends."

"And how's that?" Gabriel challenges.

"It ends with Bailey locked in a room, screaming for help for days on end while we wait for the blood to burn out."

"Okay, but what are our other options?" I ask, because I definitely don't like the sound of that.

"Realistically, none," Lucifer replies.

"But unrealistically, there's...?"

"You can keep drinking archangel blood until you're even more of a junkie than you already are," Lucifer begins before Gabriel can speak. "But eventually, you'll become too dependent on it, and you won't be able to go anywhere near an archangel without trying to drink the blood. Now, if you just want to never speak to one of us again, I'm totally up for that, but something tells me you don't want to ditch Gabriel like that."

"He's exaggerating," Gabriel assures me.

"No, I'm really not," Lucifer replies. "Blood is more addictive than any human drug out there. The only actual option is basically a blood detox. It'll suck, but it's worth it." He seemed to mostly be talking to me for that, but directs his next few sentences towards Gabriel. "And you should know that. It's, like, Angel 101. Don't feed people archangel blood. It's like steroids that are on steroids."

"It wasn't my choice!" Gabriel says defensively. "Zeus is the one who spiked her punch."

"The first time," Lucifer adds. "If you just left it at that, this wouldn't even be an issue right now."

"But it is," Michael says, speaking for the first time during this conversation. "You can debate the morality of it later, but I think it's a bit more important that we fix the issue at hand first."

"And how, exactly, are you gonna do that?" I ask, not quite sure I want to know the answer.

No one seems to want to answer that. Michael just doesn't seem to like talking, so it doesn't surprise me, but the other two don't have an excuse. Gabriel looks guilty, like he didn't think this far ahead, and he's just now realizing that his actions have consequences greater than temporarily relieving my fatigue. I can't tell why Lucifer won't answer. He certainly seems to know it, and as far as I can tell, he has no reservations about telling things how they really are, especially at the expense of someone else. I guess that would be why he eventually is the one to answer.

"Now, we wait," he says finally. "And the second you lose control, we lock you up, and you have to endure the pain alone, for everyone's safety. Enjoy!"