Twisted Souls || Michael Langdon

Chapter Twelve: Human Glow Stick

Should I call them? Maybe not since Michael's already helping me with my powers.... But it wouldn't hurt to get to know more about people like me.

I held the paper holding Miss Robichaux's contact information in my hand, staring at the phone number and email address. A picture of the coven's leader was plastered on the paper, her bright eyes staring at me warmly.

I wonder if this is the Supreme Michael was talking about...

The piece of paper was placed on top of my kitchen counter as I tried to clear my racing mind. My attention gravitated towards the small cactus I had growing on my bookshelf, its once green form now brown and dying. Slowly, I raised my hand towards the plant and closed my eyes, picturing a wave of energy roll off my fingers. When I opened my eyes, the plant had flourished once more, its body brimming with life.

"Well done." Michael's voice spoke behind me, causing me to whip around. "No one would even guess that you're terrible at taking care of a succulent."

Rolling my eyes at his sarcasm, I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow. "You do know I have a doorbell right? All you have to do is press the button and I'll open the door for you."

"But then that'll ruin the effect of my dramatic entrance." He smirked and adjusted his black leather gloves.

Knowing I was going to lose this battle, I sighed and admired the cactus again.

"I still can't believe I can bring dead things back to life." I said and leaned against the wall. "I thought all I could do was shine light through my arms."

"Light is associated with life, if you think about it. I'm not surprised that you can return life to deceased beings, as well as chase away all signs of darkness." He smiled and sauntered to where I stood, irises dancing with amusement. "Well almost all of them. You still have me hanging around."

I shook my head at his little joke about himself and continued to bring the rest of my dying plants back to life. "You're not evil. There's good in you, Michael, we've been over this."

Sadness tinted his once smiling eyes at my words. Regret rippled through his sharp features, but washed away within a blink of an eye.

"Hey... What's wrong?" I asked, stepping closer to him.

"Nothing. I'm just still surprised you think so highly of me." He murmured and tried to hide his emotions with a smile. Eyes scanned my curious expression and Michael shook his head. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You're analyzing me. I can practically see the wheels in your head turning, trying to decipher if I'm hiding something or not." The material of his grey blazer was fitted to his broad shoulders perfectly, emphasizing each curve of his muscles. I watched as Michael flicked a loose blonde curl away from his forehead before he turned his attention towards me. "We're not in the middle of one of my appointments. It's just me paying you a friendly visit. There's no need for you to be studying me."

"If you say so." I shrugged and tried to ignore how close we were to each other. A foot of space separated our bodies, though the distance wasn't enough for me to not feel his warmth emanating from him. "Are you sure that's all you're here for?"

"I may have decided to come here for other reasons besides checking up on my favorite human glow stick." Michael said, referring to my ability to make my arms illuminate light. Without taking his heated stare off me, Michael flicked his head towards my living room. "I see you've taken good care of the elephant I won at the carnival."

"Of course. You gave him to me, it's only right I treat him carefully." I replied innocently. Behind Michael, the elephant was sat on my white couch, leaning tenderly on a powder blue throw pillow.