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.
"Yes, Jug wants us to go over to the House of the Dead to talk to Malachai. Tall Boy's over there already, Jug said he needed back up, he wants you and me to come," said Catcher.
"I'm sorry I can't, not there, no. Don't ask me why. If Jug needs you then go, but I can't come with you," I said.
"Ang, you're afraid of some Ghoulies, come on. It'll be fine, I'll be right next to you the whole time," promised Catcher.
"You don't understand. All you need to know is that I can't go with you," I said.
"Please we need you," he pleaded.
"I'll go with you, only if you promise I don't have to say anything or go in alone," I said, knowing that he wouldn't give up.
"I will," he said, getting on his motorcycle.
Catcher tossed me a helmet. I swung my leg over the bike and held on tightly to Catcher as we speed away. I recognized the building immediately. An old warehouse built with now faded bricks. Spray painted on the side was a skull and cross bones. I spotted Tall Boy and Jughead outside. I dismounted Catcher's bike and took off my helmet. I walked over to them.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"The Ghoulies are waiting for all of us," said Jughead, as he knock on the door.
A Ghoulie I didn't recognized opened the door. "Malachai said he wanted to speak with the girl with white highlights. Alone," she said.
I glanced at Catcher, he nodded supportively. "We'll be right here," Catcher whispered in my ear. I turned around and kissed him, before walking into the building.
I followed the girl inside, where Malachai was waiting for me. he was sitting on the black leather couch in a robe covered in skulls, exposing his bare chest He grinned when he saw me,"My, my, what a pleasant surprise."
"Why did you do that?" I yelled at him.
"Do what?" he asked, lazily.
"It is one thing to mess with me, but attacking my friends that is uncalled for. Mental torment is that the best you can do?" I said.
"Well, it worked didn't it, you're here, like I said you'd be. And as for your 'friend' he deserved it, you didn't accept the gift I sent you," he said.
"Why did you call me in here?" I snapped.
"Why didn't you accept my little gift, is it because you want to hid what you really are?" said Malachai.
"I don't belong to anyone," I told him.
"Wrong, you belong to me," he said, "Come here."
"NO!" I said.
Malachai stood up and walked toward me, "I called you in here because I think you need to learn, that your actions have consequences. Next time you upset me, I won't be so nice about it. How about broken bones, a missing eye, dozens and dozens of scars, and of course I won't limit myself to just him, I'll rain down my wrath on all of the Serpents.
"Ok, fine just stop," I said, lowering my eyes.
"See I told you, I have newer and more effective ways of dealing with people. I'm very good at inflicting pain. Now take off that serpent jacket," he said.
"Why do you care so much about getting back with me?" I asked.
"I can't function properly since you disappeared, you are the only thing I can think abut, I will not stop until you are back where you belong, with me," he said, "The jacket."
I slid the jacket off my shoulders Malachai grabbed it from me and sat back down on the couch. He threw something at me, I caught it. It was the Ghoulie jacket he had left for me earlier. "Put it on," he said.
"No, I'm not a Ghoulie, not anymore," I said.
"I bet I could bring you back," said Malachai.
"I bet you could," I said, walking over to him. I straddled him and ran my fingers through his hair. I grabbed my serpent jacket in my other hand and leaned in close to his lips. Malachai sighed and closed his eyes expecting me to kiss him. "If only you had the chance," I said, smirking, as I got off of him and slipped my jacket back on, leaving the Ghoulie jacket laying on the floor.
Malachai growled and grabbed my arm, "You just made a grave mistake."
"Well it was worth it," I snarled.
"We'll see just how worth it, it really was," he said.
I yanked my arm away from him,"My friends are outside waiting to talk to you. You might not want to keep them waiting."
"Of course, I do look forward to seeing you again. I've learn quiet alot from our little talk," he said.
"Malachai, you won't win this time," I told him.
"Oh, but, angel, that's the point of the game," said Malachai.
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