In Love With an Angel

Chapter 13

Zachariah pov

"Want another one, buddy?" the bartender ask me as I sat my shot glass down on the bar. Beth hadn't been back to her friends apartment for three days. I waited for her. I waited like I always do, and she never came back. I couldn't even feel her soul. It was like she had shut it off. Why would she just up and disappear? My mind was split in two. I wanted to find her. I needed to find her, but there was no hope if I couldn't even sense her.

"Leave the bottle," I said glaring at the bartender. He sat it down in front of me with a new shot glass and meandered down to the other side of the bar where some high schoolers were sitting. No doubt the got in using fake IDs, but anyone could see right through them. This bar had one rule and one rule only. Don't ask and don't tell. Behind me there was at least two drug deals going down and one couple over in the corner desperately needed to get a room.

Throwing a hundred on the bar, I grabbed the bottle of Jim Bean and glass and made my way towards the exit. If I wanted to have a pity party, I'd go party somewhere else. These humans, their aura, gave me strength, but it was also an angels weakness. For millenia, we've fed off of their fear, anger, joy, and grief. Their our own rechargeable port. Still, none of them are as potent to me as Beth is. She's always been the one, and she doesn't even realize it.

I had no idea where I should go or even where I could go. Everyone hated me and everyone wanted me dead, or so it seemed. Taking a swig of the Jim Beam, I crossed the street and headed north towards where I hoped Beth was. Surely she had made it back to her temporary home by now. If not, I don't think I would be able to contain my anger any longer. I needed to find her. I needed to know she was safe.

Taking shortcuts, an alley here and an alley there, I slowly cut down my forty-five minute block by block. The alcohol was beginning to take it's affect. My mind was groggy, and my body felt weightless. If this is why humans continuously got piss poor drunk, then I'd be game to do it more often. The world seemed to stop until I felt the hair on the back of my neck tingle. Stopping dead in my tracks, I waited.

Something was coming, and it wasn't invited here.

Taking the next alley, I slid my hand into my jacket and felt the familiar smoothness metal. Metal forged when heaven had just begun to fall apart. I pressed my back into the shadows and waited. My eyes slid closed, visualizing the space around me and preparing me to snap into action.

There as a couple walking towards the mouth of the alley. The woman was human, harmless, but the man wasn't. He was like me...I think. He was darker than most fallen angels I'd met. There was something about him that sent fear straight through my body. He was calculating something. I didn't know what until he stepped into the alley with the woman.

The moment I felt it my eyes snapped open. Stepping out of the shadows, I let my dagger slide into my hand.

"Let her go," I commanded coldly taking a few steps towards them. I saw her then. Beth looked drugged and confused and that only spurred my anger to higher heights.  

"Why, Zachariah? She's a pretty play thing, no? I might have to get me one of these humans one day. They're fascinating to use and quite fun to destroy. Everyone knows they're your weakness," the fallen angel circumcised as pulling Beth in front of him. He pulled her hair to the side and placed a kiss on her neck and shoulder. My world saw red, and I rushed him.

"Not so fast, Zachariah. I don't think Beth would like to die tonight," he calmly spoke as he slid a knife over her throat. I could feel her fear intensifying, but her movements were too disoriented. She couldn't do anything for herself. This is what he wants, my mind screamed. He wants you pissed off. Slow down...