Dark Angel

Chapter 6

 I had been keeping my distance from Michael. He had been sleeping on the couch, as I had taken the bed, and I wondered if he slept comfortably. It was about a foot too short for him. Not only that, but I was curious about his wings, if he even had any. They had said that the angels had wings, and yet, I hadn't seen them once.

Whenever he was in the house, I made a point to be outside with Blue. Michael, somehow, was getting Blue to warm up to him, and it was infuriating. The dog was currently scratching at the door to be let back in as I checked the Tahoe for any leaks. There was no gas in the shed or anywhere around the cabin and I was beginning to feel trapped.

It had been a weird few days living with the angel. I would cook food while he went off somewhere in the woods doing god knows what, and then stow away the food after me and Blue would eat. I would come back to the fridge noticing the empty food containers and figured that it was Michael that was eating the food. I wasn't even sure if they ate normal human food, but I guess the empty fridge confirmed that they did.

Michael had said all of 10 words to me, being "we are running low on food" and "What's the dogs name" before he decided that I wasn't much of a talker. I was relieved at first but now I regretted it. I could have gotten information out of him about the angels, or at least had someone to talk to. My fears of him were mostly gone. He seemed almost human to me. If I hadn't seen him heal, I would have assumed that he was human. Everything he did was so... mundane.

I had to start being more careful. I didn't trust him and I was treating him as if he was just a human. He wasn't. The door opened and Blue tromped inside. I watched as Michael looked around for me, failing to see me behind the car. He shook his head and closed the door.

Tonight I would go hunting. We were on the last of the deer meat and I wanted to conserve the canned food for as long as possible. We would have to start rationing more. We had gone through so much food in the past 4 days, more than I had gone through in two weeks before. The cabin felt safe, and therefore we ate like we were.

I closed the hood of the car and wiped dirty hands on my jeans. Something was off. I paused and listened. The birds had stopped chirping. I quickly moved, packing away all signs of living outside the cabin and promptly shut off the generator. When I came back inside, Michael was looking at me like I was crazy, but I continued to close the windows and lock all entrances. I wasn't taking any chances.

"What are you doing?" He asked incredulously.

"The birds are quiet. Somethings wrong," I answered. He cocked his head, eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you crazy? That's the only reason?"

"Yes, now shut up and be quiet. We wait until they start chirping again or until we know whatever it is has passed before making a sound," I stated, grabbing the shotgun and settling down on a chair. He made a move to talk and I pointed the gun at him. He rolled his eyes and laid down on the couch, falling asleep. 

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Sorry this chapter is a little late! College has been a bit crazy the past few days so I haven't been able to write, but I'm planning on catching up over the weekend! You guys should be getting 3-4 chapters these next few days coming out! Thank you guys for being patient!

-Olivia