Angel Petrova

Ms. Sheila

Note! I did say that this story does not follow the story line. In my book, Angel's character changes things. Please just don't read, if you don't want to.

The blonde beauty's eyes glanced around the living room indifferently, while the Bennett witch stared at her. A cold silence settled between the two women, and the tension remained thick.

Angel's dark eyes met Sheila's, and the Petrova graced the woman with an impassive smirk.

"So," the blonde drawled, "what do I want to know?"

The Bennett pursed her lips. "Why you're alive."

Angel hummed calmly and tilted her head at the Bennett's blank features. "Well then, out with it."

Sheila shook her head. "I want something from you first."

The blonde coldly laughed, while a knowing look crossed her features. "I know, sweetheart. What is it?"

The Bennett held in a scoff at the nickname. "I want you to help my granddaughter."

Angel rolled her eyes. "And how can I help her?"

"She's been diving into Expression. All thanks to your twin, by the way."

"You can't control what another witch does. Nobody can. Not even my sister, so quit with that witchy judgement your whole line seems to bask in."

Sheila ignored Angel's comment. "You help my girl, and I will help you."

Angel remained silent. "Okay, fine."

Sheila's lips tilted up. Reaching in her back pocket, she pulled out a piece of paper. "Here," she mumbled, while holding it out to the Petrova.

Angel narrowed her eyes before snatching the paper out of the woman's hands. Anger radiated off her, as her fingers traced the rugged side of the torn out page from her book. The letters were swirled in uneven writing. She could tell one of her witch acquaintances had been the one to write it after her last death.

"You stupid, idiotic, unworthy bitch."
Angel glared at the woman with disgust. "How dare you look through my book. How dare you rip out a page from it!"

Anger was building in her, and her magic was heightening in response to her anger.

Sheila kept her face cool, but her heartbeat sped up. Her eyes remained blank, as she stared at the powerful girl. "I protected my own."

Angel's glare never softened, but she understood where the grandmother was coming from. Besides, it was Angel's mistake to trust the Bennett line in keeping her book safe. The Bennett's were the ones who held onto the Petrova's book, while she drifted through purgatory. This was the Bennett's 'thank you' to Angel, after she had saved one of the older witches in the line, which resulted in its continuance.

"How do you expect me to help your child?"

Sheila shrugged. "I guess that's up to you."

Taking the short response as a goodbye, Angel left, while her body cooled from the seething disgust she held.

As she tossed herself in the car, her eyes traveled down to the writing. She huffed, before pulling out of the driveway.

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Angel pulled in front of the Gilbert house, and pursed her lips as she eyed Bonnie's car in the driveway. With an irritated groan, she swung open her car door and sauntered in the house. The blonde grimaced at the laughter that flowed throughout the house, but followed it.

After knocking on her twin's bedroom door, she peaked in. All the laughter ceased.

"Angel," Elena announced, clearly surprised. "What's up?"