A Match Made in Hell (bxb)

Chapter Three: I'm Breaking Out of My Cage- Or Not

Chapter Three: I'm Breaking Out of My Cage- Or Not

Why did I have to wake up? My mouth was parched, my throat stung, and my head ached. I would have rather stayed asleep than suffered through this hell.

At least I had a nice bed. I'd have to come to this hotel again. Or was I staying with a friend? I frowned, unable to remember. I opened my eyes, looking around.

What the fuck?! I was in a cage!

Sure enough, on closer inspection, the bed was surrounded on all side my sturdy bars made of a silver metal. There was a small door, but despite my tugging at it, it refused to unlock.

I was too occupied by my thoughts to pay attention to the presence of an angel approaching. At least, until it was too late.

"Good morning, pet." The angel greeted, walking in the room with a plate of bacon and eggs in one hand and water bottle in the other. A silver key dangled around his neck, matching the shiny sheen of his wings. They were more visible than the wings of angels I saw on the street.

"Who are you?! Where am I?!" I demanded, shaking the cage. "Let me out!"

"Calm down," He replied. "First you should eat."

He slipped the plate and water bottle through a small slot obviously made for that very purpose. I tried momentarily to resist for fear of sedatives it poison in it, but I gave in after a few seconds of exposure to the smell. I chugged the water before shoving food in my mouth.

"How's your head?" He asked once I finished, licking the bacon grease off my fingers.

"Like Hell married Death in my skull."

"That bad?" He grinned, standing and leaving the room before coming back with a small medical kit and a bottle of painkillers. He handed me two small pills and I swallowed, waiting impatiently for them to kick in.

The angel managed to reach his arm in and take my plate, sitting it aside.

"Now, let me see your arm," He demanded. I hesitantly obeyed, taking off the newly applied bandages.

What. The. Fuck? The wound was closed, maybe even close to scabbing over. No way, even for a demon, was that ever possible!

"Good. Healing quite nicely," He observed. "Now, how much do you remember from last night?"

"I was in the club, drunk," I recounted. "And i went to the restroom. And... and you came. Wait, how did you find me?!"

The kind look of an angel abandoned his face, replaced by a smirk.

"I thought demons were smarter than this," He snorted. "And here you are, can't even recognize a simple tracking spell."

My face burned from anger and embarrassment, but he continued.

"I sensed the second that pentagram was drawn in the hotel, and I decided to change a few of the symbols. The second your blood dropped in there, I could sense your every movement," He recounted with a grin. "And until I found you, it would get worse and worse until you died."

For once, I was speechless. An angel, a goody two shoes angel did this? No way.

"What are you going to do with me?" I growled, narrowing my eyes. He stood, walking to the cage and slipping his hands through the bars. I stayed frozen in spot, not wanting him to see he scared me.

His hand dragged up my side, causing me to shiver despite the many blankets on the bed. The hand finally found its way to my chin, tilting it up to face him.