Chapter Nine
I was still awake, done crying like an idiot in front of Zen. He had fallen asleep. He was breathing lightly, every once in a while he shifted. He still held on to me like I was dear life though. I was uber comforted, so I didn't mind.
I moved my arm, making him stir. He didn't awaken, however, so I continued traveling my hand down my side, then reached into my pocket. I checked the time. 4:00 AM.
I groaned softly, wishing I could fall asleep. There were too many things swirling in my head. I wrapped my arms around Zen's waist, gripping his shirt. This man could not be a Demon. There was nothing "evil" about him.
Everything I had ever heard about "Demons" registered as evil. They were created for causing pain, mischievous monsters with only one goal: eat. They were ugly and had claws and glowing red eyes, teeth sharper than shark's.
I felt like a child, naive and uncertain. "You're holding me too tightly." Zen whispered, though his arms tightened around me. I realized I had been hugging him so hard, my arms were numb. "S-Sorry," I said, flushing. I felt Zen snuggle closer, his mouth on my hair. I felt his mouth curve upwards in a smile.
"It's okay. It's nice to be needed so much, even just as a hugging pillow." he informed me.
"I'm sure I need you more than that. Like, you know, a bodyguard." I joked.
His chest vibrated, a quiet yet powerful laugh reverberating from his mouth. "That's okay too." he said.
"Are you tired?" (This was me talking.)
"Not really."
". . .Really?"
"Yes, really. Are you?
"Yeah, but I can't sleep."
"Count some sheep."
I burst laughing. "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, this sucks." I counted off my fingers. Zen smiled. "Sorry, kiddo, I tried." he said. I nodded, then paused. "Wait. I found something to count." I said, closing my eyes.
"Which is?" he asked.
"Nothing much. Something special." I answered, smiling.
His heart skipped a beat, but I still counted it.
~Gabriel's Point of View~
(This is a few hours before the previous event that just took place above.)
I shut Anastasia's door, softly.
I made my way to the couch, then sat down, burying my face into my hands.
This was not going well.
We not only have to survive on our own, which is hard enough, but now we have human baggage. It was incredibly difficult to escape Angels, especially with Zen becoming so weak. Now we have a human with us, who's soft and light and easily breakable.
I gritted my teeth. Could you blame me? I had some serious stress going on here.
Angels were monsters. So were Demons. Even humans could be filthy and downright cruel. But somehow, I had a feeling, in all of history, not ONE Angel,Demon, or Human could recall a time that any Angel and Demon were friends.
Me and Zen had to be the first.
I remember how I met Zen. It was more than a few years ago. I had been collecting Prayers, and I ran into him. I knew he was a Demon right away, and vice versa with him. But, instead of immediately challenging me like all hot-headed Demons, he smiled at me and told me what a lovely day it was.
We began to bump into each other more and more often. I would usually be mean to him, but he didn't give up. If he got mad, he didn't show it.
Details not included, we became friends. And that was the best - and possibly worst - day of our lives. We condemned ourselves that day. It's too late to turn back now, though.
I wonder if we'll die.
~Anastasia~
I blinked my eyes open, then sat up. I rubbed sleep from my eyes, then looked down. Zen was still lying there, asleep again. I smiled. I felt better than last night, more reassured.
If you ever need to chillax, go find a hot guy to sleep next to and hug.
I crawled out of Zen's bed and went into the living room. I saw Gabriel sitting on the couch, staring down at his feet. "Real, good morning." I chirped. "You look lively. Did something good happen?" he asked, looking back at me. "Mmm. I slept pretty well. What time's it?" I replied, grinning. "It's about one in the afternoon." he said. "Ah, wow. I slept WELL." I said, amazed. There was a noise from Zen's room.
I was still awake, done crying like an idiot in front of Zen. He had fallen asleep. He was breathing lightly, every once in a while he shifted. He still held on to me like I was dear life though. I was uber comforted, so I didn't mind.
I moved my arm, making him stir. He didn't awaken, however, so I continued traveling my hand down my side, then reached into my pocket. I checked the time. 4:00 AM.
I groaned softly, wishing I could fall asleep. There were too many things swirling in my head. I wrapped my arms around Zen's waist, gripping his shirt. This man could not be a Demon. There was nothing "evil" about him.
Everything I had ever heard about "Demons" registered as evil. They were created for causing pain, mischievous monsters with only one goal: eat. They were ugly and had claws and glowing red eyes, teeth sharper than shark's.
I felt like a child, naive and uncertain. "You're holding me too tightly." Zen whispered, though his arms tightened around me. I realized I had been hugging him so hard, my arms were numb. "S-Sorry," I said, flushing. I felt Zen snuggle closer, his mouth on my hair. I felt his mouth curve upwards in a smile.
"It's okay. It's nice to be needed so much, even just as a hugging pillow." he informed me.
"I'm sure I need you more than that. Like, you know, a bodyguard." I joked.
His chest vibrated, a quiet yet powerful laugh reverberating from his mouth. "That's okay too." he said.
"Are you tired?" (This was me talking.)
"Not really."
". . .Really?"
"Yes, really. Are you?
"Yeah, but I can't sleep."
"Count some sheep."
I burst laughing. "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, this sucks." I counted off my fingers. Zen smiled. "Sorry, kiddo, I tried." he said. I nodded, then paused. "Wait. I found something to count." I said, closing my eyes.
"Which is?" he asked.
"Nothing much. Something special." I answered, smiling.
His heart skipped a beat, but I still counted it.
~Gabriel's Point of View~
(This is a few hours before the previous event that just took place above.)
I shut Anastasia's door, softly.
I made my way to the couch, then sat down, burying my face into my hands.
This was not going well.
We not only have to survive on our own, which is hard enough, but now we have human baggage. It was incredibly difficult to escape Angels, especially with Zen becoming so weak. Now we have a human with us, who's soft and light and easily breakable.
I gritted my teeth. Could you blame me? I had some serious stress going on here.
Angels were monsters. So were Demons. Even humans could be filthy and downright cruel. But somehow, I had a feeling, in all of history, not ONE Angel,Demon, or Human could recall a time that any Angel and Demon were friends.
Me and Zen had to be the first.
I remember how I met Zen. It was more than a few years ago. I had been collecting Prayers, and I ran into him. I knew he was a Demon right away, and vice versa with him. But, instead of immediately challenging me like all hot-headed Demons, he smiled at me and told me what a lovely day it was.
We began to bump into each other more and more often. I would usually be mean to him, but he didn't give up. If he got mad, he didn't show it.
Details not included, we became friends. And that was the best - and possibly worst - day of our lives. We condemned ourselves that day. It's too late to turn back now, though.
I wonder if we'll die.
~Anastasia~
I blinked my eyes open, then sat up. I rubbed sleep from my eyes, then looked down. Zen was still lying there, asleep again. I smiled. I felt better than last night, more reassured.
If you ever need to chillax, go find a hot guy to sleep next to and hug.
I crawled out of Zen's bed and went into the living room. I saw Gabriel sitting on the couch, staring down at his feet. "Real, good morning." I chirped. "You look lively. Did something good happen?" he asked, looking back at me. "Mmm. I slept pretty well. What time's it?" I replied, grinning. "It's about one in the afternoon." he said. "Ah, wow. I slept WELL." I said, amazed. There was a noise from Zen's room.
We looked back and saw Zen emerge from his room, looking sleepy. Like a sleepy guy. A gorgeous sleepy guy, that is. He mumbled something that vaguely sounded like "morning", then trudged into the bathroom.
"He looks chipper." Gabriel said. "Yeah, if you count half-asleep as being 'chipper'." I said, scoffing. Gabriel actually cracked a smile. He was pretty easy to talk to. "I guess he feels better." I said. Gabriel nodded his agreement. I sat down by him, then laid down, stretching out luxuriously. "I feel much better, that's for sure." I cooed, putting emphasis on "I".Gabriel smiled thinly at me, tipping his head to the side.
"You're feeling good?" Zen asked, appearing above me. I tilted my head even more up to get a better look at him. "Yeah. And you?" I asked. "Fine, besides the fact I have a big gaping hole in my side." he said sarcastically, smiling. "Oh, yeah, since no one's bothered to ask, I feel okay too,"Gabriel chimed. "Sorry!" Zen and I quipped. I sat up and hugged Gabriel , rubbing my cheek against his. "How do you feel today, Real, my man?" I asked lately. His face felt hot. "L-Like usual." he managed, blinking rapidly.
"I'm going back to bed." Zen said, yawning. I wanted to ask if I could join him, then felt like a pervert, so I said nothing but, "Mmkay." Gabriel was trying to decide if it was okay to hug me back or if he should keep his hands off. I beamed at him. "It's okay," I told him, grabbing his wrists and putting them on my back, then squeezed him.
For some reason, Zen was staring at me. He looked a little peeved. Gabriel finally squeezed me back. "Woot, I just hugged an Angel! Yeah!" I cheered, punching the air. Zen looked a little relieved, Gabriel disappointed. Weirdos. Zen walked down the hall, swaying. Blood dripped onto the floor. Gabriel caught my worried look and whispered, "He'll be fine. He just needs rest." I nodded uneasily.
~Zen's Point of View~
I was hungry.
And icky-feeling. Weird. I hadn't felt like this since the Blood Purge a decade ago.
Here's a little back history on me.
The Blood Purge was all my fault. As you can imagine by the name, it was a gigantic massacre. Huge. And yes, yours truly was the murdered.
I was hungry. And badly injured. I needed their bodies to live.
I went a little. . .weird. And I ended up killing a city of people. And. . .
Before I knew it, I was opening the window of that room, then climbing out. I was panting.
I felt weird again.
I'm hungry.
~Anastasia~
I changed the channel, watching whatever happened to come on, waiting for Zen to wake up and keep me company. Gabriel had just gone in to check on him.
I switched to the news. Random stuff, a little girl won a spelling bee. She was apparently seven and spelled "tintinnabulation" correctly. I smiled, proud of her.
I was incredibly accepting of people. If I saw something good happen to them, I was happy for them, proud of them. If something bad happened to them, I was angry and sad right along with them.
Though with people who were snots. . .I wasn't exactly fond of them. Go figure.
"Where's Zen?" Gabriel asked, coming back into the room. "Whaddya mean? He didn't leave the room." I said. I saw Gabriel's face take on a look of panic. I frowned, and just then, there was a crash from the TV. We whirled, stunned. The newscasters had their backs facing us. Theylooked tense and shocked. "What in the world. . .?" the newsman said. "What was that?" his co-host asked. Phones were ringing off the wall.
The newsman picked one up, listened, and then his jaw dropped. "Get a chopper downtown NOW." he demanded. He was already walking away, his co-host following behind.
"What happened?" I muttered, staring at the TV. After a few commercials, they were back. The man had a microphone, and he was sitting in a helicopter. The camera was shaking slightly as the helicopter sped towards the downtown area of my town, near my school. "We got a call that at least three people were brutally killed in public. The police are already on the scene, trying to restrain the murderer." the newsman said. He peered out the window, and dropped his microphone, hissing, "Oh my God."
The camera panned down, and me and Gabriel just knew who it was.
Zen, obviously, blinked rapidly, several lights turned on him. He looked startled, like he had no idea what was going on.
"He looks chipper." Gabriel said. "Yeah, if you count half-asleep as being 'chipper'." I said, scoffing. Gabriel actually cracked a smile. He was pretty easy to talk to. "I guess he feels better." I said. Gabriel nodded his agreement. I sat down by him, then laid down, stretching out luxuriously. "I feel much better, that's for sure." I cooed, putting emphasis on "I".Gabriel smiled thinly at me, tipping his head to the side.
"You're feeling good?" Zen asked, appearing above me. I tilted my head even more up to get a better look at him. "Yeah. And you?" I asked. "Fine, besides the fact I have a big gaping hole in my side." he said sarcastically, smiling. "Oh, yeah, since no one's bothered to ask, I feel okay too,"Gabriel chimed. "Sorry!" Zen and I quipped. I sat up and hugged Gabriel , rubbing my cheek against his. "How do you feel today, Real, my man?" I asked lately. His face felt hot. "L-Like usual." he managed, blinking rapidly.
"I'm going back to bed." Zen said, yawning. I wanted to ask if I could join him, then felt like a pervert, so I said nothing but, "Mmkay." Gabriel was trying to decide if it was okay to hug me back or if he should keep his hands off. I beamed at him. "It's okay," I told him, grabbing his wrists and putting them on my back, then squeezed him.
For some reason, Zen was staring at me. He looked a little peeved. Gabriel finally squeezed me back. "Woot, I just hugged an Angel! Yeah!" I cheered, punching the air. Zen looked a little relieved, Gabriel disappointed. Weirdos. Zen walked down the hall, swaying. Blood dripped onto the floor. Gabriel caught my worried look and whispered, "He'll be fine. He just needs rest." I nodded uneasily.
~Zen's Point of View~
I was hungry.
And icky-feeling. Weird. I hadn't felt like this since the Blood Purge a decade ago.
Here's a little back history on me.
The Blood Purge was all my fault. As you can imagine by the name, it was a gigantic massacre. Huge. And yes, yours truly was the murdered.
I was hungry. And badly injured. I needed their bodies to live.
I went a little. . .weird. And I ended up killing a city of people. And. . .
Before I knew it, I was opening the window of that room, then climbing out. I was panting.
I felt weird again.
I'm hungry.
~Anastasia~
I changed the channel, watching whatever happened to come on, waiting for Zen to wake up and keep me company. Gabriel had just gone in to check on him.
I switched to the news. Random stuff, a little girl won a spelling bee. She was apparently seven and spelled "tintinnabulation" correctly. I smiled, proud of her.
I was incredibly accepting of people. If I saw something good happen to them, I was happy for them, proud of them. If something bad happened to them, I was angry and sad right along with them.
Though with people who were snots. . .I wasn't exactly fond of them. Go figure.
"Where's Zen?" Gabriel asked, coming back into the room. "Whaddya mean? He didn't leave the room." I said. I saw Gabriel's face take on a look of panic. I frowned, and just then, there was a crash from the TV. We whirled, stunned. The newscasters had their backs facing us. Theylooked tense and shocked. "What in the world. . .?" the newsman said. "What was that?" his co-host asked. Phones were ringing off the wall.
The newsman picked one up, listened, and then his jaw dropped. "Get a chopper downtown NOW." he demanded. He was already walking away, his co-host following behind.
"What happened?" I muttered, staring at the TV. After a few commercials, they were back. The man had a microphone, and he was sitting in a helicopter. The camera was shaking slightly as the helicopter sped towards the downtown area of my town, near my school. "We got a call that at least three people were brutally killed in public. The police are already on the scene, trying to restrain the murderer." the newsman said. He peered out the window, and dropped his microphone, hissing, "Oh my God."
The camera panned down, and me and Gabriel just knew who it was.
Zen, obviously, blinked rapidly, several lights turned on him. He looked startled, like he had no idea what was going on.
"No, Zen. . ." Gabriel whispered.
"He ripped them apart with his bare hands!!" a woman shrieked. "W-What?" Zen managed, though he was hardly heard over screams. The bodies weren't shown, but I felt sick just thinking of it.
Zen finally reached the conclusion that he was out of options. His pitch black wings burst from his back, sending feathers everywhere. He ran (he was insanely fast) and jumped onto the trunk of a police car. He gave himself a sharp boost, throwing himself into the air. He twirled a bit, trying to right himself. In a second, he was miles away, his wings working powerfully.
Of course, the screams were louder now, so loud. The newsman was yelling something into the camera, police covering the bodies up and several trying to chase Zen down.
Gabriel and I exchanged looks, then the roof of the cabin made a loud crashing noise. It sounded like something was rolling off the roof. We opened the door and Zen crashed to his feet in front of us. He stumbled forward. We didn't need to see him to know he was hyperventilating.
His breathing was rough, strained. He ran over to the bushes, gagging himself to throw up. "Zen!" Gabriel called. Zen turned to look at us, his movements sharp and quick. "Y-You guys," he said. I had run inside, staring at the TV. "We found several bodies over the area. All-in-all, there were seven deaths, including four severely injured. The. . .seven that died were. . .they. . .had limbs missing. They were eaten." the newsman was saying, looking shocked, tears in his eyes.
I felt tears well up. Zen was a monster.
"An-Anastasia. . ." Zen said from the doorway. Gabriel was standing there, looking as stunned as the newsman. "N-No! Don't!" I snapped, whirling to face him. "No, please, you don't understand. That wasn't me-" he begged, before I barked, "Then who was it?!" I noticed his wound was all healed, the bandages falling off.
"W-Well, it was me, but-" he tried. "You're a monster!" I screamed, covering my ears. I saw his face, which almost made me feel bad for him. He looked hurt beyond words, stumbling back. "You're disgusting! I hate you! You're sick, a monster! Demon!" I sobbed. "A-Anastasia, you don't understand." Zen said, taking a step toward me and reaching his hand out.
Images of bodies flashed in my mind, and I screamed, "NO!! Don't you dare touch me! Gabriel! Gabriel!!" Gabriel was by my side in a second, hugging me, staring hard at Zen.
Zen stepped backwards, and then was out the door.
"He ripped them apart with his bare hands!!" a woman shrieked. "W-What?" Zen managed, though he was hardly heard over screams. The bodies weren't shown, but I felt sick just thinking of it.
Zen finally reached the conclusion that he was out of options. His pitch black wings burst from his back, sending feathers everywhere. He ran (he was insanely fast) and jumped onto the trunk of a police car. He gave himself a sharp boost, throwing himself into the air. He twirled a bit, trying to right himself. In a second, he was miles away, his wings working powerfully.
Of course, the screams were louder now, so loud. The newsman was yelling something into the camera, police covering the bodies up and several trying to chase Zen down.
Gabriel and I exchanged looks, then the roof of the cabin made a loud crashing noise. It sounded like something was rolling off the roof. We opened the door and Zen crashed to his feet in front of us. He stumbled forward. We didn't need to see him to know he was hyperventilating.
His breathing was rough, strained. He ran over to the bushes, gagging himself to throw up. "Zen!" Gabriel called. Zen turned to look at us, his movements sharp and quick. "Y-You guys," he said. I had run inside, staring at the TV. "We found several bodies over the area. All-in-all, there were seven deaths, including four severely injured. The. . .seven that died were. . .they. . .had limbs missing. They were eaten." the newsman was saying, looking shocked, tears in his eyes.
I felt tears well up. Zen was a monster.
"An-Anastasia. . ." Zen said from the doorway. Gabriel was standing there, looking as stunned as the newsman. "N-No! Don't!" I snapped, whirling to face him. "No, please, you don't understand. That wasn't me-" he begged, before I barked, "Then who was it?!" I noticed his wound was all healed, the bandages falling off.
"W-Well, it was me, but-" he tried. "You're a monster!" I screamed, covering my ears. I saw his face, which almost made me feel bad for him. He looked hurt beyond words, stumbling back. "You're disgusting! I hate you! You're sick, a monster! Demon!" I sobbed. "A-Anastasia, you don't understand." Zen said, taking a step toward me and reaching his hand out.
Images of bodies flashed in my mind, and I screamed, "NO!! Don't you dare touch me! Gabriel! Gabriel!!" Gabriel was by my side in a second, hugging me, staring hard at Zen.
Zen stepped backwards, and then was out the door.
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