By The Light Of The Blood Moon

Someone To Watch Over Me

Angel had been back in his room for about an hour before he finally felt more like himself. Maybe it had been all the craziness of the night, or maybe he was on an emotional roller coaster. Maybe it was that feeling you get after the holidays, when you just feel deflated and...blah...He wasn't sure, but he hoped it would pass soon and things could get back to the normal way they sucked. 

He had been enjoying, well, mostly enjoying, the time in the back garden with Nuggets. They had run around a little and played ball before Angel sat down at the table to let the little piggy go for a rummage around the garden. It sucked to be out there alone with his thoughts, but at least he got his one good cry out before he had the feeling of danger being near. He couldn't explain it, but ever since he had been in hell he had a sort of sixth sense about danger. He and Molly, who was a spider demon like him used to joke and call it his "spider sense", of course, she had it too, so maybe it was a spider thing? Who knows. All Angel could say was that there was something very dangerous and it made him nervous. At least he had managed to gather up Fat Nuggets and make it inside before anything happened. Of course, now he was stuck inside where he would have to be careful to not make too much noise or he would have people knocking on his door to "see if he's alright" which he knew was code for making sure he wasn't high off his ass or drinking. Hell, they had found him cutting one time and now, anytime he made a peep Charlie would hound him about his feelings and badger him into talking about things that he would rather not. No way did he want to discuss this with anyone. His broken heart was his own, dammit. He didn't feel obligated to share that with anyone, least of all the people that he shared this home with. The last thing he wanted right now was an awkward conversation with Alastor. The demon had been nothing if not good as gold to him tonight, he even gave him the best memory ever, of dancing to his dream song with someone he loved, even if it had been a one sided thing. The memory might be bittersweet, but it was his and he didn't want to share it with anyone. 

He had managed to get into his pajamas, which were really just an old T shirt and a pair of shorts. Nuggets was already curled up in his little soft piggy bed next to Angel Dust's bed. Angel stretched and let out a long yawn. Maybe he should try to nap, at least for a little while. It had been a long night, and from the looks of the skyline outside, the morning would be here soon. Angel laid his weary head down on the pillow and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come and take him. Although he doubted he would find sleep, he only cried about a half hour before he softly hiccupped himself to sleep. 

On the other side of the room, in the dark corner by the closet, a shadow slowly crept its way across the floor, rising up and sliding onto the top of the covers next to the sleeping Angel Dust, who was undisturbed. The shadow ran a ghostly hand across Angel's head, petting his fur and causing him to snuggle in a little more, leaning into the feathery touch. Although he would have liked to have remained there for the rest of the night, Alastor knew that morning would arrive soon and he had some very pressing business to attend to, so he silently slid across the floor, escaping into the light of the hallway just under the door. 

As he returned to his normal form, he heard a gasp behind him. Alastor whipped around to see a very shocked Charlie, her hand at her mouth and eyes as big as saucers. Well, he thought, this will be an awkward conversation.