Angelic Affairs

NINE

The scream pierced the air and I cringed before looking back to the shed. Was it not abandoned? What were they doing inside?

Suddenly, I felt... Sated. As if I needed to kill someone to be full. I could just leave them there...

No one would know, they'd never be able to trace it back to you.

Maybe the urges will stop, maybe-

A hand met my face and I realized it was my own. I'd slapped myself. I deserved it. Every moment I sat here, pondering whether I should kill someone, that someone was closer to dying.

My God, what am I becoming? I've never killed a human, and I don't intend to. I took a deep breath, this was my mistake, I had to fix it, no matter what. I took off my sweater and threw it into the fire so that there'd be no evidence of me. I ripped the tape off my wings as quickly as I could.

The shed was quickly burning and I needed to hurry. I could hear a woman wailing inside and I fought the urge to cover my ears. Once my wings were free, I knew this was a huge risk, but I'd fucked up.

I flew into the fire without a second thought. The fire was mine so it didn't burn me, therefore I flew through effortlessly. I spotted the girl curled up in a corner, her head in her hands. The fire had surrounded her and I flew to her.

"It's okay, it'll be alright." I said, as she looked up at me. The awe was evident on her face and I realized it was the raven haired girl from drama class. I sighed deeply, extremely deeply. The smoke entered my lungs and I coughed.

"Are you an angel? Am I-" She paused, looking at my face. "Oh my god, you're the kid from the hallway yesterday." I looked around and noticed a burning mattress and so,e snack. Did she live here?

I was about to say something stupid when she started to drift in and out of consciousness. The smoke was probably clogging her airway. I took a deep breath and lifted her up into my arms. I flew up and through the roof, grimacing as it broke on my back. The police were approaching in the distance, I'm sure at least one of them saw me. Fuck, I messed up good this time.

Granted, it was pitch black outside, but the fire did a pretty good job of lighting up the sky.

They probably saw an angel winged creature flying up into the clouds with a girl in its arms, great. One of the cars stopped and two officers got out, pointing their guns at me, but I could see they were shaking.

They didn't have the aim to shoot me, or at least I highly doubted it. The girl stirred slightly in my arms as I entered the cloud bank. I was out of sight and for all they knew, I was delivering this girl to heaven I suppose. I waited up there for a while, thinking about what to do next.

She didn't have any pants on which made carrying her a lot more awkward than it needed to be. Sleeping in a t-shirt and underwear is more comfortable pants I'm assuming.

I mean, she probably lived there, and I'd burnt down her home.

Nice going, Romeo.

I ignored my father and thought for a while. There's only one option, I have to take her to my place. When she wakes up, I can ask her about her friends or her family, if she has any. Based on where she's living I doubt she has family.

I stayed above the clouds, peaking down every once in a while. When we were near my apartment, I dropped down and flew to a landing. I landed in the alley behind my apartment, thinking about how fucked up this'll be when she wakes up.

Just leave her in a bush.

I rolled my eyes and brought her to my apartment, kicking the door open. Why did that damn messenger have to break my lock?

I put her on my bed and decided to buy a new lock while she slept. Heading out, I figured she could leave if she wanted to, no one would believe her anyway. No one but those cops anyway.

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Mary's POV

I woke up on a rather hard bed. I rolled over, thinking it was my mattress, then I remembered the fire. I bolted upright, looking around frantically.

Where am I?

To my right was a window and a torn punching bag... Creepy. There was a small kitchen, a vanity, and a mirror. I saw what was probably a closet and a bathroom on the other end of the room. I looked at the clock on the dresser beside me and found it to be 4:30AM.

The man that'd-

That stupid smug faced piece of turd saved me. Hell, he probably even started the fire. He had wings? Oh my god, he had wings! My eyes widened in realization as I grappled at reality.

It couldn't have been? I must've been seeing things because of the smoke? And smoke makes you see men with wings?

I need to get out of here, but I need answers. Where will I go? Suddenly, the door opened. I became painfully aware of the fact that I was wearing my pjs. Which consisted of a t-shirt and underwear.

Oh dear Lord.

The man came in, his brown hair tousled. He was wearing the same sweats he was wearing before, but instead of being shirtless, he was wearing a black muscle tank. Well, he was shirtless and I was pantless, thanks for nothing, fate.

"Oh great, you're awake." He said. His voice was deep, like it was when he was rude to me in the hall yesterday. Prick.

He looked like he was having a conversation in his head as he looked through me. It was weird.

"So, about what you saw. It-" I cut him off.

"Don't tell me lies, I know what I saw and I know that I wasn't-" This time he cut me off.

"I wasn't going to lie to you. Clearly there's no convincing you that you didn't see what you saw, so that's not going to work." He told me. I noted the wrench he was holding in hands.

"Oh my god, you're going to kill me, aren't you? I know too much." I declared, moving away from him slightly. He looked down at the wrench in his hands and laughed.

"You watch too many movies. There was a break-in a while, back and I was fixing the lock." He explained, still chuckling.

"At 4:00AM?" I questioned skeptically.

"When else?" He replied casually.

"I want an explanation." I announced, looking at him angrily. I also crossed my arms for effect.

"An explanation? For what?" He smirked, knowing exactly what I was talking about.

"For the damn wings!" I cried while he smirked, clearly enjoying himself. I was still in shock about my home burning down so I'm going to use that as an excuse for why I'm not freaking out right now.

"Oh right, those." He said casually. "I have those." He seemed to zone out for a few seconds. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked me seriously.

"Depends." I replied. The man pursed his lips and hit the wrench against his hand. "I mean, yes." I tried again, intimidated by the wrench.

"Great, here goes nothing. Well, here goes everything actually."

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Ladies and gentlemen, once again, welcome to hell. Both characters are subconsciously self projections of myself and that's why they don't really react too much because if an angel saved me from a fire I'd probably block it out of my mind and act like it didn't happen :)