Blood Lust

Chicken Soup

Angel came back without the severed head but she did have something else in her hands. It was a bowl filled with some chicken soup and a spoon. She pulls up a chair next to me and begin feeding me.

Usually I wouldn't eat after puking my guts out but this is the only chance I've had a nice meal. When Mrs. Devon ran away she took most of the money her and Katie saved so we didn't have money for that much food. Mr. Devon did feed us but only in small portions. Mrs. Devon's a monster for leaving us with nothing but that evil man. To make matters worst I'm here without knowing Katie's safe.

Angel cleans my puke once I finish my soup and I thank her. She looks nervous. Without warning she wraps her arms around me and kissed me.

"Since he's finally died I can tell you this without being hit... I love you and want to be your only angel." Angel says, in between breaths.

Honestly I'm surprised someone would want to make out with me after I got sick and ate chicken soup. I know this seems wrong to be making out with the dead corpse's girlfriend across from me but I'm really flattered.

We stop after a few minutes.

"You might not know this but do you know if Katie's ok...?" I sigh.

Angel froze. "Why wouldn't she be?"

"She's not safe home alone if he comes back... I need to protect her but now I can't..." I cry cold heavy tears all over my stained jeans and carpet.

Angel walks over and pecks my cheek. "It will be ok, Emma. Trust me. She'll be safe."

"Thanks..."

"I'm going out for more cigarettes and other shit. Do you want anything?" Angel says, grabbing her black and green sweater from the ground that reeks from blood. She doesn't seem to care though.

Before Angel left she lit candles and incense to mask the nauseating odor for me. It helped a lot more then expected. Actually it help me so much I start to doze off from my exhausting day. To bad I'm zip tied in this uncomfortable chair. Aw, fuck it. I need to be grateful I'm not laying on this blood and puke stained carpet.

I woke up in complete comfort. It was like I was laying on a cloud being warmed by the sun. This feels so nice.

When I open my eyes I see Angel sitting on my lap, smiling. Arms wrapped around me and head nuzzled in my neck. Her burning cigarette nearly slipping from her finger. I smile at this sight. This is the first time Angel actually looks at peace and happy. Am I the one who made her happy? I mean, I did save her from being raped and committing suicide but she never smiled like she was at peace. Hmm, who would have guessed out of all people I'm the one who made her smile.