Night Life

8

The next morning I was sat in the kitchen tucking into a slice of toast when Angel emerged. "Do you want some coffee?" he asked.

"Nope," I replied.

"Are you still being moody with me?" he asked.

"Yes, Angel, I am," I said and walked up the stairs to the office still eating my toast. Doyle also avoided me. I sat in my armchair by the window.

"Move," Doyle said.

"No this is my seat," I said.

"You need to move!" He demanded.

"Okay, okay jeez," I said as I sprang up, and not a few seconds later an arrow came through the window. "Do you know who the shooter was?"

"No I didn't see his face, but he doesn't like you," he said.

"What did I do?"I asked and folded my arms over my chest.

"You protect Angel, they're here for Angel," Doyel said quickly.  

"Stay here I'm going to hunt them down," I said and grabbed my axe from behind the door. "Is my motorcycle filled up?" 

"Yes," he said as I ran down to the garage, I revved the engine of my Indian. I raced through the streets, a black van raced ahead of me, something told me this was my target. I pushed my motorcycle to its maximum, a skip with a plank of wood hung out of it. I rode up it and landed on top of the roof making a deep dent. I threw the bike off the side and used my axe to cut open the roof. 

"Hey guys," I smiled as I landed in the back. I saw the man in the back with the crossbow next to him. "You know it's not nice to kill people," I swung my axe decapitating all the men. I jumped into the driver's seat and forced him to pull over. He slammed his foot on the break and I was thrown through the windshield as was he, he died next to me. I wheezed and sighed, I hauled myself off the ground a gaping wound in my side. I walked away just as people flooded the scene. 

I made my way back to the office. I staggered up the stairs, every step was agony.  I entered through the door doing what I could to make it through, 

"Cas?" Angel asked as I collapsed, he caught me just in time. "Doyel grab me some bandages."  Angel laid me down on the floor. "What happened?" 

"Car accident," I said. 

"She was chasing after the person sent to kill you," Doyel said as he returned. "They are dead aren't they?" 

"Yes," I nodded. Angel gently pressed a cloth to it to absorb the blood. 

"Are you doing okay Angel?" Doyel asked. 

"Let Doyle take care of this," I said and pushed him away. Angel retreated and ran a hand down his face. 

"I...I'm sorry," he said. 

"It's okay," I whimpered as Doyle sowed up my wound. "I am s...sorry." 

"I know, it's okay. Shush Cassie," he said. "You do not need to apologise." Angel sat in an armchair across from us his head in his hands. "Can you stand?" 

"I think so," I said trying to stand up, but collapsed, both men rushed to my side and supported me.  

"Let me know next time," Angel said as they both helped me down the stairs and to my room, I laid down on my bed and Angel stayed at my side, he rested a hand on my leg. "Did you get an answer as to why they wanted to kill me?" 

"No, I decapitated them all," I replied. 

"Fair enough," he said and shrugged. "I appreciate you protecting me, so thank you." 

"Angel, even though we're in the middle of a disagreement doesn't mean  I'll let you die," I said. 

"I think the disagreement was over when you returned injured," he said. 

"That's what you think," I said and turned over.