Lips of an Angel

Chapter 12-Rain On Me

April, allow the rain, to numb the pain

shower me with love and affection.

Show my true color, to me and my lover

for this invasion I need no protection.

Wash away all the hurt, and all the dirt

that has built up and clogged my years.

Clean me out, without any doubt

let the rain fall instead of my tears.

Allow me to bloom, out of my muddy gloom,

let the world see the beauty that's inside.

I want to grow, so then I will know

I can revive parts of me that have died.

In the garden of spring, sweet birds will sing

a tune dedicated only to me.

I'll radiate in full glory, beauty will tell the story

of a lonley flower, now set free.

Rain On Me ~ unknown poet

***

My regular 'political' meetings with Sam, discussing any other vampire activity in the London area or other dangers of the supernatural kind, had always been quite a pleasant experience. Watching Sam and Emily together could be nauseating, but they respected me, and I them. I'd class Emily as a friend, practically.

But Sam was dead.

Sam was dead, and poor Emily had to go through her life without her beloved Sam, whom she loved so very dearly. My heart ached for the kind, wise human girl, whose love had been cruelly ripped away from her by a vampire. A vampire who had also ripped my life away from me. Well, indirectly.

And so I headed into La Push three days later, feeling nothing but trepidation. I was to meet the new alpha of the pack for the first time - officially. Obviously, I'd met the power-hungry, violate Paul before, but never as alpha. I dreaded to think of the scopes he would get his pack into, if given the chance. He was rash, and I expected that the power and responsibility that came with the title of 'alpha' would get to his overly large head.

As I neared the boundary between the Cullen land and the wolf territory, my enhanced, vampiric vision picked up the sight of two wolves, talking heatedly. Both were of about Jacob's size, but I could see that they were not my wolfish friend. Nor were they Seth. I vaguely named them as Jared and Quil, two young men I'd met at various meetings over my few years in London. We could stay in London longer, as in a bigger city less people seemed to know and remember you, and our non-changing bodies were not noticed so much.

I pulled over to the side of the road about ten metres behind the two men. I shot them a small, confused smile - for I had no idea why they were there - and they beckoned me over. We greeted each other, though I noticed the wolves shift uneasily from foot to foot as we exchanged the customary pleasantries.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, then?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Quil's dark skin flushed slightly.

"Paul asked us to accompany you back," he said, looking me dead in the eye.

"Why?"

Quil and Jared exchanged a glance. I didn't like the look of their glance at all.

"Doesn't he trust a vampire? Is that it?" I laughed humourlessly, and rolled my eyes. "Honestly, after not killing, attacking, or even insulting Sam or Emily over three years, he still doesn't trust me?" I let out a sigh, and nodded to the men. "Come on then, lead me to Sir Paul."