My Demon Departure

The Talk

After we went back home Willow had to leave to go to work, I didn't have to go until 8 pm. It's 3pm right now.

Seth walks into my apartment.

"Angela we need to talk" he says.

I nod and sit on the kitchen counter, he is across from me leaning against the other counter with his arms crossed.

"I'm sorry." he says.

"Should be"

"Angela you don't understand, I know you haven't fully forgiven me for not telling you about this stunt with James and you, but you have to understand, he didn't do this to hurt you. He wanted you to get away from all the killings and demons and Hell in general."

"He didn't have to go behind my back and plan this stunt. He could've told me and talked it through with me. I'm not five years old, I don't need decisions made for me anymore. I know I acted like I was one when I was there but that's because no one taught me. I was a slave, and slaves only knew how to clean and cook and behave." I said

"I know Angela I know it wasn't fair, I told him not to go through with it that way but he said you wouldn't understand so I just kept my mouth shut."

"Why did you keep your mouth shut? He isn't your boss you guys are friends."

"Oh yea we are friends, friends don't beat up friends." he says covering his mouth and looks to the floor.

"What do you mean "beat up friends"?" I say.

An image comes to my head.

"I sit down with Rachel on my right and James mother on the left. James is sitting across from me with Seth beside him. Seth has a black eye and his nose looks broken. Wonder what happened..."

"J-James did that to you?" I ask in shock.

"I didn't "guard the door" like I some how was supposed to. He never said I couldn't let you out. He said it was my fault that you saw James...behead that maid."

"Madeline."

He nods "Madeline."

"I didn't know he did that to you." I said.

"Well he did, ever since you came into the picture, and I don't mean this in a bad way, he just got mean and blamed everything he did bad to you on me or somebody else." he says.

"He doesn't take responsibility of his actions." I say.

He chuckles "No he doesn't."

"I'm sorry." I say.

"It's fine."

"Do you think James loves me?" I ask.

"I don't know, but I'm sure he does, or at the very least care he cares for you."

I nod.

"And about earlier, with that register guy, I know I don't need to be making decisions for you, but please be careful, all guys aren't like James and I don't want to see you hurt ok? Since you are part angel you have a higher "attraction" to human guys and they may only like what they see ok? You might get hurt and I hate to see you cry." he says.

"Like you said I'm part angel, everybody gets affected by an angels cry." I say.

"It's not just because you're an angel, I care for you Angela." He says.

"I know, I care for you too." I say and smile.

He smirks and says something under his breath that I didn't quite catch. I decide to let it go.