Angels Fall *A Riverdale Fan Fiction*

The New Ways

I woke to a knock on the front door. I groan and slipped on a too big t shirt. I stumbled over to the door and opened it see Malachai standing outside. I put one hand on my hip and glared at him, "What do you want this early in the morning?" 

"Just wanted to see something," said Malachai, staring at my exposed legs.

"What did you want to see?" I asked, annoyed. 

"Do you still have it?" he said.

"Have what?" I snapped.

"The tattoo," said Malachai, lifting the bottom of my shirt up, ever so slightly, until I threw his hand away.

"No, I don't. I meet with someone who removed it, permanently," I smirked.

Malachai raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure, good bye, darling. I do look forward to seeing you later." 

"You won't be seeing me," I said, slamming the door in his face. I walked upstairs and into my suite. Sitting on my bed was a white box. I picked up the tag attached to the box.

Angel~ 

Some  memories never die. No matter how much you try to bury them. 

~M 

Bloody hell, he won't give up, will he? I opened the box, in it was a Ghoulie jacket on the back it read, Property of the Ghoulies. I slammed the lid back on the box and picked it up. I opened the window and threw the box as hard as I could. 

I paced around my closet trying to find something to wear. I ended up wearing a black wrap around top and some white shorts, along with my white serpent jack, with black high heeled boots. 

I bumped into Cheryl. "Hey Cheryl, did you sleep well?"

"Well, cousin. Did you dream of your brother being shot by your father all night?" She said.

"Hey, look I'm so sorry about Jason and everything that's happened. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you, but you know I had to leave," I apologized.

"It's fine, I'm just having a bit of a difficult time handling everything that happened. Especially  the fact that I'm one of the reasons Jason was killed, if I hadn't agreed to fake his death, then he wouldn't have been dead," said Cheryl.

"Um, I don't know how you are about the Serpents but do you want to come with me to the White Wyrm? They have drinks," I said.

"That's nice of you, but I rather put a bullet through my head than be surrounded by them," sneered Cheryl.

"You do know I'm one of them as of yesterday," I reminded her.

"I'm fine with you, but I refuse to spend any time around the rest of them," said Cheryl. 

"Speaking of them, Catcher's here to pick me up, I'll see you later, ok?" I said.

"Alright, My mother's severing dinner around eight, just saying if you want to eat at home," Cheryl told me. 

"I should be home by then, bye Cheryl," I said.

"Good bye, Ang," she said, as I walked out of the house. 

 I ran into Catcher's arms. He winced in pain. "What happened, are you alright?" I asked.

"I got jumped this morning I got jumped by some Ghoulies and surprisingly Malachi showed up, something about touching what was his, I had no clue what he was talking about. He took a club to my ribs, my ribs are bruised. I've got a busted lip and a black eye," said Catcher.

"You said Malachi did this?" I said.

"Yeah, how do you know who Malachai is?" he asked.

"Jughead told me about him a couple weeks ago, he's the leader of the Ghoulies right? ," I asked, feigning ignorance.