My Fallen Angel Likes Blood

My Fallen Angel Likes Blood 2

I Must drink more..coffee....It's now...1:45 in the morning, and can't go to sleep. No way, am I taking the chance of missing something. Perhaps the mysterious guy waking up...or dying. "Gran, why can't we take him to a hospital?" I was sitting on a built in window seat with a old blanket around me, a mug of coffee and pressing my cheek against the cold glass. I was listening to the pounding rain and his shallow breaths.

"We are perfectly capable of caring for him." She hissed while dimming the lights. I saw him shiver then I instinctively leaned over and tucked the covers closer to his sleeping form. I starred at his sleeping form where Gran and I gingerly laid him on the couch. She disappeared into her witch-like kitchen. I heard soft clinging and then Grandma Ettemae came back with a weird bottle of dark red liquid. "Give this to him while I find the needle and stitch wire."

Gulp.

I nervously scooted over to him and gently lifted his head. "Time to wake up, come on." I uncorked the liquid and sniffed it. Ugh, ew. "Through the teeth, through the gums. Lookout stomach here it comes." I tilted the bottle up and I got a strange feeling. I felt like I knew this guy, but I couldn't remember who he was. Wow that sounds odd.

I gently tapped his cheek and his ice blue eyes fluttered open. "Please, drink this." He nodded and slowly drank it. After a few seconds, he spoke. "I'm numb." He smiled. "Good," Gran turned the overhead light on, which reminded me of an interrogation lamp. "Emily help him sit up." I nodded, knowing what was on her mind. "Son, I need to sew you up," I grabbed his hand and helped him up. His full height towered over me, I looked up at him. "Okay, now it will be over soon." Gran spoke while she began stitching him up. The odd V shaped scars were black and oozing blood. He gasped and grabbed my hand, then squeezed. His face held confusion and pain. "I feel pain?" He looked at me and asked. "Umm.. Yeah that stuff must be wearing off." I stated flabbergasted at his statement. "Umm....wh- what's your name?" I asked starring at his hand. "Nothing, important." He looked saddened. I squeezed his hand. I smiled up at him and he responded with his eyes glimmering in the light. "Well you're all stitched up." Gran straightened up, wiping blood from her wrinkled hands.

"Emily, dear..." I could barely tell what Grandma was saying to me, I started swaying from lack of sleep and dizziness. "You should sleep," I shook my head 'no' but the man just gave me a hard look and said "You need rest....I wont leave you." I felt a tad bit embarrassed that this stranger said this to me. But, I was relieved as well. I didn't know him and I already felt like I knew him from somewhere. I nodded and went to the guest room.

I changed into a spaghetti strap and my worn plaid night pants. I crawled under the covers and fell asleep to the pounding rain.

I woke up and went to the bathroom. I let out a huge yawn and walked into the bathroom. But what I saw...I was definitely not expecting. He was gently patting himself dry from a shower. His wet hair hanging in his eyes. My eyes unwillingly traveled down his body.

Thank God, he's wearing boxers.

"Oh! S-Sorry." I blushed and swiveled around. I heard a low chuckle and wet fabric being slid on.

"You can turn around now, Emily." I slowly turned to face him. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Hurt." He was gazing down at me. "I could find you some pain medication." I turned to go to the first aid kit in the kitchen, but he caught my arm. "Thank you....for helping me, you're very brave." I didn't look at him. "You're welcome, I couldn't have just left you. What happened to you, anyway?" I felt the air around me go cold.
"I-I don't remember."
I dared a glance at him, and I wished I shouldn't have. His face was distorted in fury and confusion. I got the message. I put my hand on his bare shoulder. "You don't need to tell me." His gaze softened. "I really must be going." He spoke after a few seconds.

WHAT?! NO!!

"Why?" I asked breathless. I felt like I just got kicked in the gut. "I really can't stay here...thank you so much for caring for me...I will come back to see you." He leaned forward and kissed my cheek and kept his face there. I felt his eyelashes on the side of my face. "Can I please know your name before you go?" He sighed.
"Gabe."
He stood straight up and walked to the window walk. He mumbled something....then jumped. I shrieked and ran towards the window. He was off and running like he had no injuries.

~~~~~~~~Gabe's Point Of View~~~~~~~

I darted through the spruces and evergreen, occasionally running straight up a tree and flipping off it. I still felt a twinge in my back.

Okay. Not as spry as I used to be.

Then, I twisted right while back flipping off a tree and heard something pop back into place.

I can't go far away from her.

As I was running along deeper into the forest, I thought back to that sweet kiss. Well, it really wasn't a kiss, a kiss involves the other involved party kissing back. But, it was still one the sweetest things I've ever witnessed. Her form unconsciously trembling as I rested my lips to her flawless cheek.

"I want to be close to her....but I need to protect her, and for that I need my holy powers back." I spoke aloud. My voice rang like iron, echoing through the dark forest.

Eventually, I started to feel a pull in my chest, like my heart was being ripped in half. I stopped at a near stream and started drinking handfuls of cool water. My black jeans covered in rips and grass stains. My back still had a dull ache. I knew I couldn't run far away from her, a curse to all fallen angels who fell for a human. They were forever bound to their human.

I choked as the water burned going own my throat....I have to go back. I stood and ran like a bat out of hell.

It had to of been around three in the morning when I reached Ettemaes' home on the fringe of the forest. I sensed she was awake. I stepped up to the porch and saw an extra set of clothes and a pair of size 11 steel toed boots on a chair. I carried the clothes back behind the trees and changed. Then, I walked back to the house and let myself in. Ettemae was sitting in her living room with different candles spread out across the room. She looked up at me. "Gabriel." I nodded.

"Where is she?" She put the spell book away she was reading. "She was waiting for you to come back, but I told her to go home and get a nice warm bath then go rest up." I shook my head before the image of Emily taking a bubble bath dominated my mind. "May I go see her?" "Child, I trust you wont harm her." She smiled. I noticed Ettemae had the same features as Emily. Same fragile cheek bones, same curious emerald green eyes and same playful smile. "I would never." I vowed.

I rushed out the door and ran at inhuman speed to Emily's house.

I ran straight up the side of her house and onto her balcony. I saw her restless form with her candles slightly blowing. She was my human angel.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass of her vanity mirror.... my eyes flashed red. My clothes slightly wet, my shirt caught my stitches and I winced slightly. I slid my shirt off but put the jacket back on.

I admired her room. It consisted of dark maroon paint, string lights,her black vanity, and the many candles dotting her room. I quietly slinked over to her sleeping form. Her dark hair surrounded her face in disarray and she was shivering. I realized that the coldness affected her and pulled the heavy black comforter up to her mid torso. She was laying on her left side, facing the balcony with her hands pressed under he cheek. I was listening to her shallow breathing and the pounding rain that I got caught up in the moment. Without thinking, I whispered her name. "Emily." Her eyes flashed open.

I'm screwed.