I finally yanked my arms out of his grip and whirled around to face him. "Uh, yeah, by you dumbass. Don't pretend to be innocent. I know what you are. And we can either do this the easy way or the hard way."
Demon boy looked confused. Which infuriated him because 1) He knew exactly what I was talking about, and 2) he was infuriatingly hot when he did that.
"No," he said, voice low. "Theresa has caught your scent."
I froze. Was he trying to get me to trust him so he could capture me and hold me for this Theresa? Was the girl's name even Theresa? I teetered on my feet, torn between wanting to run and and a much, much scarier feeling that I'd never expected myself to feel; I wanted to stay with the demon. To trust him.
I shook my head. "You using some weird ass Jedi mind tricks on me aren't you?" I raised my hands and backed a way a few feet. "Stop it. Angels and Demons, we don't mix." "I'm not doing anything to you," the demon boy said to me, looking amused. I crossed my arms and scowled at him. "So the question is, why are you still standing there?" He finished.
I stared at him. He was right. There I was, going on about how Angels and Demons don't mix, and I was contradicting my every word by staying and talking to him! Why wasn't I running away? That's what normal Angels would.
Well, that's not exactly true.
Some Angels would fight. But they're of higher rank then me. I'm here to protect children. Those warriors are here to protect the world. I could never hope to be as strong as them.
I spluttered for a response to demon boy. Then it hit me. The perfect answer. I grabbed demon boy by the collar and pushed him up against the car. I don't think I would have been able to do it if he had resisted, but he hadn't so points for me.
"Who's Theresa?" I demanded.
And you know what? The bastard grinned. "That's all you got, huh?"
I pressed him harder against the car. "Tell me. Who. She is. Now."
And then he laughed!
But I got my payback, don't you worry. I let go off his collar with my right hand and cracked it against his face. It made a satisfying loud noise, but regret creeped through me for marking his pretty face with a bruise. I pushed the feeling down hastily. There was no time for Angel-Demon communication, besides when I needed info on a stalker.
Demon boy slowly looked back up at my face, that annoying smirk off his face. "If you haven't heard of Theresa, what kind of Angel are you?"
"Ah, but Theresa isn't her real name, is it?" I asked, answering his question with a question.
"Ah," he mimicked me. "This one's smart."
"What's her name?" I growled.
"An answer for an answer. Your name for hers."
I considered it. I could easily tell him my mundane name. "Deal."
"Her name's Arriane."
My heart stopped. Not only was I, protector and guide of children's souls, being stalked by a demon, I was being stalked by Arriane.
"Perfect," I muttered to myself. "It's like fucking rainbows and unicorns."
Demon boy in front of me snorted. "We had a deal, White Gold."
"What did you call me?" I asked.
"White Gold. White, for the colour of your wings, gold, for the colour of your hair. Is that a problem?"
"You can see my wings?"
"No, but you've just confirmed that they're white."
I rolled my eyes and stepped back from demon boy. "It's occured to me I don't know you're name," I told him.
"That wasn't a part of our deal," he said coldly, surprising me. He'd seemed so nice before. But. But that had to have all been an act, right? Demons can't be nice. He was trying to trick me. And I had, foolishly, idiotically, fallen into his trap.
I backed away from him, prepared to use my wings if I neededto, even in the midst of all the mundanes.
"Your name," demon boy called after me. His eyes flashed, and I reaslised the dark blue was actually black.
"I made a deal to tell you my name," I tell him. "But I didn't specify when I had to tell you."
My wings unfolded from my they lay against my back on their own accord. If I didn't contain them, they'd burst through the thin material of my t-shirt.
"That's sneaky," demon boy said. "You're an Angel but you're acting like a Demon. How refreshing. Maybe you could join me in the underworld. We're more alike than you think... Astrid."
His words hit me like a blow to the abdomen. First it was Brian telling me I was bordering on Falling, then it was demon boy telling me we were alike. And... he knew my name.
"What?" I screamed at him.
"Hush, hush now," he said. "You'll attract unwanted attention."
I don't know whether it was the stubborness that always got me kicked out of class, but I refused to lower my voice. "Why the hell did you ask my name if you already knew it?"
"I knew your Earthly name. Not your Heavenly one. And that's what I'm interested in."
"That's what you're not going to get!" I yelled.
A rippling motion from behind demon boy startled me, causing my wings to burst out of my shirt, ripping the back into shreds. My wings stretched two meters to each side, each white feather soft, delicate, and perfect. They fluttered softly, my nerves making me jittery.
"Ah," demon boy said, not bothering to turn around. "The unwanted attention."
"Is that what you're calling me now?" The demon girl - Arriane - said, walking forward. Her words were directed to the demon boy, but her eyes were on me. "Really Eli. That's unfair." She pouted a little and finally glanced at demon boy. Ah. So his Earthly name was Eli. Slightly helpful, but I needed to know what demon he was. Who he really was.
Arriane took another step towards me and my heart started pounding. Sweat pooled in my palms, and I gulped. No, not her. Why her? Why did it have to be her?
Arriane tilted her head to the side. "Would you look at that. Her pulse is racing. Is she afraid, or..." A red lollipop appeared in Arriane's hand, and she sucked on it, making a loud popping noise when she dragged it out of her mouth. "Since her pulse was already racing when I got here, maybe she had other reasons to feel... tense."
Her eyes swivelled suggestively to Eli, and I felt a blush creep across my cheeks. Arriane could sense a person's heartbeat from kilometers away, and once she was close, she could sense desires and emotions, and when she was touching you... Apparently she could sense everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. She could control your mind and make you think whatever she wanted you to.
That was her power, like sensing children were mine.
Eli laid a hand on Arriane's arm, so forcefully I could see a bruise forming under his fingers. Maybe he wanted to match colours with his face. The blue and purple suited pretty good.
"She's mine," he growled.
