Exiled

Chapter 7: Going Out

A/N: I'm So Sorry this took SO LONG. Bear with me you guys.

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           I was still in shock three hours after I killed the warlock with the assistance of Angel, as I sat at the island in the kitchen and ate ice cream right from the container. Part of me rejoiced and part of me was disgusted, then there was this other part of me, smaller than the others, that was proud. I had to be a sick individual, because I wanted to do it again.

“Get yourself together. It wasn’t that bad,” Angel said as he walked in laughing. I glared at him. He was such a… just a… ugh. “I’m serious. Get yourself together and go put something sexy on.”

“For what?”

“For what else? We’re going out.” I sighed and rolled my eyes at him.

“Where?”

“Just do it and refrain from asking me any other questions.”

            I stomped up the stairs, hating how I had to submit to Angel’s will. It just plain sucked. I was actually stomping to get his attention, although I didn’t want it. I almost expected him to stop me before I got to my room and tell me off or something. He didn’t. I should learn to take advice more often. Expect the unexpected.

            I walked into my closet and sat in the middle of the floor, glaring. I had no idea why Angel told me to pick out something, knowing just how well I knew what sexy wasn’t. I randomly grabbed some clothes from Collection de la Anastacia. It was a strapless charcoal grey dress. It had a built in push up bra, which made my C cup breasts look like Ds. False advertising? Just a bit. The dress was made to fit tightly from my chest down to my waist and flow out freely from there. It was definitely sexy, at least it seemed to be. I was struggling with indecision. I wasn’t sure about my choice. I took out my diamond bracelet and grabbed Ana’s diamond studded stiletto pumps. I straightened my hair into a Jessica Rabbit type style, so it was almost covering half of my face. I put on only a bit of mascara and eyeliner to make my patchwork eyes pop. I hated make-up so I used as little as possible. I put on some tinted chap stick and made my way down the stairs. I felt like it was one of those big moments, like the moment into the movie, “She’s All That” when Janie gets her makeover. I didn’t want to ruin it though. I could only hope I looked as wonderful as I thought I did and sexy as Angel wanted. I couldn’t help but think of all the negative outcomes. He could sigh and shake his head he could command me to go change. Angel could even go find me another outfit himself. Angel could even decide to snap at me and tell me how much I suck at such things. I knew I had a lot riding on this.

            When I finally made my way down the stairs, Angel was turned facing the door, foot tapping and looking at his watch. I rolled my eyes and stepped off the bottom step. Angel turned at the sound of my heels tapping the tile. His eyes traced my body and I saw his eyes turn black, then red, then back to green before he looked back at my face. He looked pretty amazing, if I might add. He was dressed in some nice jeans and a navy button-up shirt opened to a black muscle shirt. He had a chain hanging from his neck. He was even wearing some black combat boots. He was still a good three or four inches taller than me even in my four inch stilettos. I looked up at him through my lashes with my sideways smile hovering over my lips. His eyes once again turned black. He spun me quickly and pinned me against the wall. I almost giggled, but I didn’t have time for a reaction before his lips were crushing mine. He growled and hooked my leg around his waist. He deepened the kiss and I allowed him to, loving the way he felt against me. I felt his teeth sharpen, slowly sliding into my bottom lip. When his teeth did pierce my lip, I moaned, causing him to growl again and push harder against me, squishing me between him and the door. He picked up my other leg and also hooked it around his waist. The only thing keeping me up on the wall was the pressure Angel was applying to me. His hands started to roam. My legs tightened around him and I couldn’t help but move my hips against him. He stiffened as if just realizing what he was doing, what we were doing. He dropped me.