Watching Carmen: The Third Look

this is not the painting...

"Carmen! You didn´t have to come today" a woman with silver hair greeted Carmen from a counter when she entered a library

"I know, Linda, I just felt like coming today"

"You just can´t help it, can you?" Linda chuckled as she attended someone giving back a book. Carmen waved and walked up the marble stairs of the big building.

Carmen caressed the back of the old books as she walked the long aisles formed by book shelves. Dust particles made interesting patters as the sun coming in from the window cut the shadows of the shelves; she smiled as she took a poetry book and sat close to a window.

I squatted in front of her table, observing her eyes moving along the lines of the poems and the corners of her mouth going slightly up or down as she read. She looked up as if she felt someone was watching her, she smiled, right in front of her there was a picture, a big picture like many others that decorated the place. This one in particular was of a male figure, lean features, long hair that covered partially his cheek and fell on one of his shoulders, he was slightly watching forward with his gray eyes, his eyes were calmed and his expression was unreadable, he was wearing a tunic and a hint of wings had been drawn at his back, he was sat on a rock, bare foot, a rosary tied on his wrist, the sky was of a dark purple tone. Carmen got up and stood a couple of steps away from the painting "hello -she said to it- I have never seen you before... you are beautiful… what were you thinking there?" her velvety words made the left side of my mouth to go up.

"I was looking at you, Carmen" I said but she couldn´t her me.

When you live in eternity you don´t know past or future. The painter made that picture of me as I was looking at Carmen in the beach, he saw me years ago in that day even if that day hadn´t happen for Carmen, it had happened for the painter... artists get that ability to see what other people can´t; they just don´t know what they are looking at and then when they let their visions be seen people are in awe because their brains get that it is real, that it is a piece of eternity but at the same time their brains are too small to fully grasp the concept. Did Carmen saw me too, that day on the beach, today in the library? I huffed at my own question, she couldn´t have. I am invisible for the great majority of human eyes…

"When did that painting arrive?" she asked Linda, the woman on the counter

"Which one?"

"The one were poetry is"

"It arrived this morning, someone donated it… it’s not a famous painting but it has an interesting story" the woman said as if she´d said the same thing many times, she was a story teller after all, she made it sound like it bored her but she liked telling the tales behind all the paintings and the few sculptures in the place. Carmen knew this, she´d been working there for over a year now

"Would you tell me the story" Carmen smiled

"I’m busy, Carmen" Linda said wanting to be asked again

"I´ll help you organize the books" Carmen offered and the woman´s eyes lit up

"All right... That´s an angel" the woman said and Carmen seemed disappointed, the woman chuckled "that was the short version -Carmen rolled her eyes- the donor said that his great grandfather used to tell him that the painting was the picture of a guardian angel, a real angel that the painter saw as he was on a block, he´d gone to walk to the beach for inspiration and he saw the angel quietly watching the ocean, the painter grabbed his notepad and pencil and started to draw the angel, supposedly the angel saw him and showed him his wings hence the only slight visible wings there, the angel kept watching the ocean until he finished doing his drawing and then he went home and did that one that he sold for a lot of money like a hundred years ago but for some reason he never signed this one, so there is debate as to whom painted it"

"What´s the painting name?" Carmen asked eagerly, the woman grinned

"Guess"

"Just tell me"

"You´re no fun... watching Carmen"

"What?" Carmen eyes widened and I grinned, I remember very well when the man slowly approached me and asked me what I was watching. I told him I was watching Carmen, he looked to the ocean but he saw nothing, he furrowed his eyebrows and I asked him not to sign the painting, he frowned and I made a deal with him, if he didn´t sign the painting I´d help him with inspiration, he agreed and I touched his forehead with my index finger. His paintings are famous now; he´s considered a genius but this particular painting is not famous, only because no one knows it´s his.

"Isn´t it cool?" the woman asked and Carmen grinned "ok, these are the books that I need to put back" the woman pointed to a big cart of books, Carmen took about ten and walked away "Carmen?" the woman called, Carmen turned her head

"This is the short version" she smirked and this time it was the woman who rolled her eyes.

Carmen walked her little walk to the hall where the Watching Carmen painting was, she turned a chair and sat, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands under her chin.

"So you were watching me" she whispered and immediately giggled, she got up and walked to the painting, I was standing next to her. “What were you thinking - she asked- you looked so deep in thought.”

“Shouldn’t you be paying more attention to the baby?” Navitas[o1] , Carmen´s guardian angel told me, I smiled with the side of my mouth

“I am paying attention”

“Why would you let him see you?” he asked about the painter who had seen me so long ago at that beach, I shrugged.

“Why are you following Carmen?” Navitas asked after a moment of only watching the woman in question. I tilted my head and shrugged again after a moment of thinking the reason, there was not really a reason for me to watch her… but then there was not really a reason for me going to that beach that day.

“Maybe it is in The Plan” I smirked not believing what I had said.

“I doubt that” he huffed.

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 [o1]Energy, get up and go

Dreaming

This image makes me think of Nichole (DL)

I had a dream,

in my dream I was fire.

I walked a long path with a smile on my face

I was free and finally all eyes were closed

there was not a look of pity or a glance of deprecation

I was walking ahead, calm

I was free and without worries to carry

my feet were brushing the pavement as

my eyes were looking up to the blue sky clean of clouds

I was free at last.

Watching Carmen: The Second Look

I don´t even know how or when it all happened, time has never mattered to me, why would someone count something that never ends? I was just watching and playing like I have been since forever. I sing every day, I watch in awe like a child would watch something for the first time... I've seen pretty much everything many times, but I never cease to be mesmerized by the perfection of it all, one thing is moved, one thing is changed and the whole mechanism changes or even crashes, it´s fascinating but it can be very sad, my heart breaks every time I see people hurting each other or hurting the wonderful place they are given to live... I choose to enjoy what is still wonderful, the smile of a newborn, the joy that every single one of the living things exude when they breath but that they forget, they forget pretty easily, their eyes don´t see much, their memories forget too soon... I could be sad all the time if I thought of it too much, many have gone lost at watching all their flaws and their suffering, I, however, am there to watch through the good and bad and joy and misery. I float around and between them and most of the times they don´t even notice, they´ve stopped believing in what they can´t measure but I walk with them.

I wasn´t on watch the day I saw Carmen for the first time and now I am in watch, a tiny baby has just been born, he has rosy cheeks and huge eyes and he is completely healthy, the joy of his family fills the room and I feel like dancing with the melodic tones that their happy spirits produce.

It´s been three days since the baby was born, Daniel, the human that has been assigned to me for the time being, I´ll be there for him even if he never notices that I´m there. Today he and his happy and sore mother are being released from the hospital, his father came, his mother dressed him in light blue and he was wrapped with a yellow blanket, he is scared, everything is new and it´s nothing like the warm home that his mother´s body was, so I get in the fibers of his yellow blanket with the drawing of a puppy on a corner that his grandma embroidered for him specially, I threat myself in the middle of the blanket to make him feel secure, to let him know he is loved and that everything will be ok, he does not comprehend any of those words but he understands and sees more than many adults because he feels and his little heart and soul are pure and he feels me and sees me and little by little his eyelids close and he falls asleep to go to a world where he dreams of the faces of his loving family, of the smiles he´s seen but that he doesn´t know what they are and he smiles himself as he watches this and his parents see him smiling in his sleep and they are filled with joy and all I want to do is sing and praise the Lord for his love is here with this little soul too.

The happy family gets out of the hospital, the father went for the car already with the baby chair in the back seat, the mom is nervous as she puts her small baby on the chair, she almost wishes that she could still have him inside her, her husband gently and carefully touches her back and she is reassured, she secures her baby and closes the door then gets in, I go to her to soothe her fears, his husband shows himself brave but he´s constantly watching the baby through the rear mirror and the baby feels it, he feels loved but a little lonely back there.

~Puede parecer atrevimiento pero es puro sentimiento~

~~It might seem impertinent but it´s all about feelings~~

We stop at a traffic light and there´s a park on the right side, the father says that he´ll bring his son there as soon as he grows a little more, the mom chuckles, the baby has just been born, their eyes gleam and they can see themselves in the park with their baby boy, I glance too and see the sun crossing the street. Carmen. We advance, the traffic light turned green, I follow Carmen with my eyes not comprehending why I'm watching her. I wanted to go to her for some reason, dance with the fabric of her floral-printed dress but I would never leave my watch but I still felt compelled to go to her and I did.

My vision is more powerful than the human's but I can compare the way I followed her with my eyes with the way human eyes are able to watch what´s on their sides, they watch people with the corner of their eyes, that´s how I followed her through the streets that day. She seems to be spinning like a ballerina but she is not, she just exudes that aura.

Watching Carmen: The First Look

** This story was originally as short story, this part and one more but as I wrote that other part, there was a third part and then another and now, it´s gotten a few other characters and it´s gotten longer, so I don't know how long it will be, I´m still hopping it´s a short story, perhaps as long as Hell Circles. Also, this post was planned for Christmas eve, it felt good to publish it then but I don´t know if things will get busy tomorrow so, I´m posting it tonight and, oh, miracle! I read it over before actually posting, I hope I hadn´t overlooked any mistake, I´m already feeling nervous for what  I might overlooked.

This part is just a small introduction-type thing. The tittle of this story might change, for now, it´s kind of a spoiler since that phrase appears in the following parts of the story, but I´m not sure I´m completely happy with it so maybe I´ll change it, maybe not.

I wanted to make another story like this but a song inspired me to do it and as I wrote it I played it and it was such a beautiful thing to let the music go in my ears and feel ideas comming out being typed or written. I played some other songs by the same artist and wow! it´s like he´s the one that inspires me for this. The singer is Alejandro Sanz, most of what he sings is in Spanish. The song that inspired me for this is named: No me compares (don´t compare me) I'll eventually include it in the story as well as some other of his songs because there are a few that fit this story.

This A/N is horribly long, let´s call it a preface hahahahaha ok, stop talking Meztli, let´s do the reading part already. Ok, here it goes... oh, one more thing, I´ve always wanted to do a song-inspired haha inspiration finally got to me...

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We are always watching. I was always watching, that was what I did, watch, everything, every move, every cry, every heartbeat, every breathing, everything, for such a long time that there´s not even a word that grasp the quantity of it as well as the sense of everywhere.

I was watching down the earth on a cold, windy, purple morning when I decided to play with the wind, when you´re as everlasting as I am, you are not old, you are not a child, you just flow. I was flowing, caressing the grass filled with wild flowers, whistling alongside the trees, going up between the cotton-like clouds and as far as the hot beach, I threw myself in the ocean and I was water then, I went with the waves catching millions of golden sand grains, laughing with the tingling sensation of the sea foam chasing seagulls.

I was blue water and the sun made me rainbows for the fish and sea monsters that swim in the immense ocean. I climbed to the peak of a wave and crashed against the golden hot sand and I decided to be sand, wet darker than the rest, snails and small crabs buried deep in me finding shelter from the seagulls that left soft shallow prints on my back. I swam the wet sand to the dry, hot and soft one, where the salt particles gleam like tiny humble diamonds and then I played both, being the limit between the hot sand and the wet dark one, I had interesting patterns in my face where the waves entered.

I had played for a very, very, long time, the only thing that allowed me to know this was the place where the big star called sun was in the sky. By now it was closer to the west point of the earth.

At my feet I felt a feathery touch and watched, instead of playing around like I had been doing. I saw a pair of feet that dug their shapes in me; I looked up a tower of sun kissed skin with soft curves and peaceful pace crowned with a long black mane that at times covered its owner´s eyes. The eyes were of a deep rich chocolate color that I knew belonged to a dreamer because they were set in the horizon, beyond the blue sea.

I went to the footprints and ravished in the shape and pressure, I danced along, being sand. Not caring her clothes, the woman, that I could tell had just a couple of years since she gained that tittle, walked to the water, her white capris getting wet, I crept under the waves and became water, I hugged her hot skin, I caressed her strong delicate legs and then up, up, everywhere when she immersed herself in the water. I surrounded her. I was water, I was eyes that watched the sun taking a bath, she stood up and I was breathed by her because now I was air, I went in her nose, down her throat and to every last bit of her body, one, two, three times, coming in and out of her as she had her head threw back as if inviting the sun to kiss her pink lips and as I saw this I was light, hot sun light that lit her up, kissing her face, neck and bare shoulders, I went in every pore, between her eyelashes and in her navel, exposed by her white shirt. She smiled at the sky with her eyes closed and then she ran again in the water and threw herself, her back first, in the way of a small wave, and I was water, when she got out, I was air going in and out of her and when she smiled for her little silly adventure I was light that kissed her golden skin.

~Vengo del aire que te secaba a ti la piel, mi amor~

~~I come from the air that dried your skin, my love~~

I followed her out the water as sea foam, caressing her ankles, she stood, in the sunset and when I was air and caressed her wet skin she shivered and I hugged her again and she hugged herself with her arms around her middle. Suddenly, a voice was heard and she turned her face towards the voice. I turned air to carry her name to her ears

"Carmen" I whispered into her ears. "Carmen, where are you?"

"I'm here" she waved her hand towards the shape cut in the tiny lights of the distant cabins. The man ran towards her as he took off his jacket and when he was next to her he put it over her shoulders and she leaned into his embrace, they walked away. Carmen had a smile on her face, a bright peaceful smile.

Heaven Levels: Growing Wings II

“Please” I got closer to him and pleaded like I had pleaded back in hell, I must admit though I might seem a little forceful when doing this but I really wanted him to let me touch him. He leaned in and kissed me softly “let me touch your heart this time” I whispered as we parted. He had a remarkable ability for reading my soul, mind and energy but I knew he hadn´t let me touch his soul completely.

“Zett…” he touched my check.

“I´ll beg for it if I have to” I often shocked myself at how willing I was to beg and forget my pride when it was about Eon. He smiled a small smile, perhaps remembering all the times I had begged for him to let me touch him. He nodded once and gave me his hand, like he´d done so long ago. I took his hand in min and felt nothing, contrary to how things had been, I was the one being fed in here, granted I didn´t need physical contact like Eon had needed but I just still enjoyed it with my little hobby of having a human body.

“Feed me” he said sensing I was at a loss. I did as he said “feel your own energy going to me” he said as he´d said before except all those other times he was also giving me his energy and at times other angels were there was well, it was all too overwhelming but he´s said that´s how “new angels” learn to distinguish energies and to be empathic not minding only one being´s feelings but taking into account all people feelings. To me it was way too much especially as I tried to conceal myself from the rest of angels but now it was only me and him and I was the one passing on energy. I wondered how it tasted now. Eon always seemed to care about the flavor of it.

“I love you too” he mouthed when I looked at his amazing green eyes. I was taken aback, the corner of his mouth shot up in what looked like a little smirk. I narrowed my eyes.

“How...?”

“You're passing me your energy. I´m tasting it” was his expression smug? I think my ways have rubbed on him, I smiled at this and upon remembering how crushed I had felt back in her wanting to hear those words but at the same time wanting to conceal that from him “Focus, Zett” Eon´s voice made me go back to my little task I nodded and kept passing my energy, trying to feel it after a moment I felt it was like touching him with my hands which made me to actually want to touch him. I heard him chuckle, I looked up at him, until that moment I realized I wasn´t looking at his face anymore.

“I’m glad your eyes remained the same, they´re easy to read” I knew what he was seeing there, he´d ran away from me every time he'd seen that look in my eyes back when he was my prisoner but now he just laughed and walked away making me go behind him. I think he secretly always liked that and me kissing his feet, for an angel he´s quite proud.

“It´s impossible not to want you” I said with short breath, he got closer the tip of our nose almost touching

“Focus, angel” he said brushing my lips. Even though now I was an angel, he used the word as a term of endearment, he knew I liked it. I unconsciously followed him when he sat up but he didn´t let me kiss him “not if you don’t focus, you´re losing it” he had always been very strict but after all, this was something I had asked. I wanted to be able to reach his soul; I had to meet him half way. Once again I focused on my energy going over what was his skin, I felt his lips against mine “good” I tried to kiss back and he sat up once again, that was plain teasing.

“Eon” I whimpered. I´m such a wimp when it comes to him, my servants made a joke about it once of course they got the punishment of their existence. I wondered if Eon sensed my thoughts just now.

“Don´t touch me with your body, touch me with your energy” that was a hard thing to do because both of us had not flesh and bones body but one made of energy “not hard, Zett, don´t kiss back with your mouth and don´t feel me with your hands but with the very core of you” he instructed and I felt more than a little frustrated. I lay over the lounge chair we were on letting out a breath and with my arm over my eyes.

“My Zett was so much more patient in hell” Eon moved away my arm and brushed my hair out of my face.

“Many demons were punished to let out my frustration on the times when the fallen angel wouldn´t let me touch him” I laughed “they hated you so bad” I said, his eyes widened and he made a silent “oh”

“We can try this another time” he suggested

“No –I hurried to say- I´ll be patient”

“It´s ok, Zett”

“Why don't you want me to see you? You said love has no secrets” I said and he sighed as if it was obvious what he was about to say

“I can’t show you if you can´t see it, like I can´t tell you things through my energy if you can´t taste it”

“I want to see” I said as if wanting was all it took but no, when it came to Eon… I always had to work hard but he was so worth it.

“and I want you to do it” he leaned and pressed a light peck on my forehead “feed me” he said again and this time I was able to be completely aware of his body as if I was touching it but my hands were not touching him.

“Well done, we´re getting close” he whispered in my ear. I couldn´t help but notice he said “we” instead of “you”. His words carried energy; he went to my mouth and kissed me, lingering there. I started to wonder if he didn´t want me to feel more of him.

“Ask me” I heard his voice in my head, I furrowed my eyebrows. It was a very strange thing to feel invaded like that but also, the feeling in itself was strange, in all my years as a demon I had never felt invaded and so many beings had lay with me but now the most pure being was with me not even touching me and I felt nude, he´d made me feel that way even before being exposed and that had never before been a problem for me.

“You make me feel exposed” I mumbled, Eon squeezed my hand

“You´re beautiful on the nude” he joked. I often thought he´d spent too long of a time in her. For a long moment he just looked at me with his deep green eyes that always make my mind go crazy, so crazy that I almost forgot my prior thought and that he wanted me to voice it. At times I hated that in here he seemed to have all the answers while I was at his mercy. I had always been the one in control though when it was about Eon I had lost.

“Don´t you want me to see you?” I voiced my doubt, he´d started to feed me right when I was getting a feeling of what things were. His eyes seemed to smile as if he was pleased that I did as he said, it was the same back in hell when he was contented with what energy he had gotten his eyes seemed to smile and I was a sucker for that look.

“you have been feeding me not getting any energy, if we keep like this you´ll start to feel weak and will probably fall asleep again –he explained I let out a breath- it´s ok, Zett, you´re a young angel, we have eternity to do what we want” with this explanation I pulled his head gently to kiss his lips, he molded his body to mine and I clung to him, my hands at his back.

We live in eternity, it´s not an easy task to try to refer to times because it all happens in the present, it´s a hard concept to grasp but that´s how it is, so I might say that a moment later he took a human form but it might have taken a few days, time wise, of just a fraction of a second, what matters is that he took a human form the exact same body he´d have back at the dungeon in hell. I gasped and did the same as I took his energy I started to feel it was a very strong and overpowering type, spicy flavored energy. He was feeling me up like he did when I was on the verge of insanity. His energy changed again, it had now a mellow taste to it, and somehow the warmth of the morning sun after a cold night, with this, I felt him in me.

“Eon…” he silenced me with a scorching kiss and the taste I felt was a rich textured sugar-like melting in me. I hoped he knew how good I was feeling. The tastes I was feeling made my optimism come to surface, I thought that it was likely that soon I was not going to be overwhelmed with all that more over I was going to be able to reach, to touch Eon´s heart and with that the taste of his energy changed, this time it felt cool, like the sensation of fresh water in a hot summer day after a long, long walk. “I liked this one a lot” I wrapped myself around Eon´s body as he gently rocked me along with him; he locked gazes with me as he brushed away some strands off of my face.

“I like it a lot too” he smiled. I lifted my face a little to kiss me but he wouldn´t let me, I looked at him with confused eyes “ever felt that before?” instinctively my body arched rubbing myself against him, a jolt of energy went through me to end up with a shudder and his energy a mix of that very spicy one with the rich textured one. My eyelids felt somewhat heavy but I wasn´t tired at all, on the contrary, I felt exhilarated. Eon placed himself on my side and cupped my face with one hand and kissed my nose “you didn´t answer me, my angel” he said softly

“I...” I had felt that same contentment and exhilarating sensation back when we were one for the first time. I wondered why Eon had asked that. “It felt so good” I concluded thinking he needed some kind of reassurance.

“The same?” he asked lifting both eyebrows. Why was he asking so much I wondered and then it hit me? I went over our little rendezvous and realized the flavors in Eon´s energy had to do with what I was feeling when I was feeling it: lust, gratitude, pleasure, hope and at the end the mix of lust and pleasure.

“You were showing me the taste of what I was feeling” my eyes widened as I hard myself and realized that had been it, he´d been like a mirror of me. He chuckled as I kissed his collarbone and the most amazing balanced, sweet flavor, one that I faintly tasted after Eon had gotten jealous, flowed to me. I looked up at Eon. “Is this…?” I struggled to ask, the feeling was overwhelming but I had felt overwhelmed like that, once and he´d been the cause. Eon slowly closed and opened his eyes.

“Down there, that is how I knew you loved me” he smiled with the side of his mouth

“You felt that?” he nodded “you said it was bitter?”

“It was… when I got angry before you felt it, certain emotions or intentions make it unstable, and thick and bitter… you won't find it here though but you´ll find it a lot in humans…”

We laid in silence for a long while, I was rejoicing in the learned things. After a while I attempted to experience what I had just experienced again. “No, Zett” Eon said and though I attempted to entice him, he, as always, didn´t give in. he had a talent for making me go crazy. He always wanted me to be patient and I had no choice. “Don´t mop around, love” he whispered taking my hand as we went to supper.

Double Life: About You, Beautiful

Can you gueess which part of the story fits w/this pix? -ofc I don´t own this one

A/N: it couldn´t b DL without this. Ok, I´ll blame any mistakes to Word, I used that to help me find mistakes and all that jazz but I think I might have clicked to the "change" button more than what I should have haha  once again, the muses have me running, already showing me what´s so far ahead of this so I just had to update tonight...

be warned... I'm in need of a proof reader or some will to do it myself lol

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It had been raining intermittently since the afternoon throughout the night. Nichole in a state of being awake and asleep heard the raindrops, soothing drops, crashing against the roof of the building, and her window and the ground. She felt someone touching her, she was startled and with that she quickly took the dagger from under her pillow and pulled the shadow that had attempted to go near her as she did so, she felt the distinct quick heartbeat and the short breath that had once made her shiver but that now she knew all too well, she felt a body twitching in her grip in fear, she pushed it and someone fell on the ground, ah hard thud on the white floor, she barely distinguish the person’s back.

Nichole quickly turned on her bed lamp, wondering why she wasn´t able to see. Darkness had never been a problem for her, she´d never needed artificial lights. The lamp casted a yellow glow to the back of a body she´d seen before.

“Aaron…?she raked her brain wondering when or why he was up there in her room and above all why her hands were nude, she quickly wore her gloves but she knew her touch had been fatal, she turned the body over and found green eyes staring blankly at her “Josh…” she whispered feeling involuntary tears streaming down her cheeks. The girl held the body close to her and did as she´d done with Kate, took her phone and dialed for that dreaded number but this time no one answered, instead she hear a knocking on her door

“Open up” Val said “I heard something there” Nichole could hear her fumbling with keys. This woman had the keys to all rooms. She couldn´t let her see Josh’s dead body. She felt a hard wind, the windows was open, her face contorted in pain as she wrapped the body in her comforter “I´m sorry, she whispered kissing his forehead and carried him to the window. The door was opened the body fit the ground as a thunder hit a tree near the river.

Nichole´s body jolt up, sat up and quickly looked at her nude hands, she looked to the side of her bed, there was no body, she tog up, her window was closed, the room dark, she presser her forehead to the cold foggy window pane, she took her hands to the back of her had. Another thunder was heard in the distance, she was grateful that the thunder woke her up

“Why do my nightmares keep killing you, Josh” she whispered sitting on the desk chair “Why don´t I dream of you Thomas Muller? “Do you know Mary-Ann Ibsen?2 a slim figure asked the old man in that looked confused as the girls got inside his study locking the door behind her

“Who are you?” the man sitting far from the desk asked. She walked towards the desk and sat on the chair behind it

“I´m Miriam´s Duchenne daughter” she grinned, the man´s eyes widened and he coughed twice as if the air in the room wasn´t enough for him to keep breathing

“Impossible” he said more to himself reaching under the coffee table in front of him

“I wouldn’t do that” she opened the desk drawer and as on cue a gun was there, she took it and showed it to him “there’s a guy sleeping up there –her thumb pointed to the ceiling- I doubt he won´t listen to gunshots”

The man eased himself back on the chair

“I´d like to know how these women knew you

“Nichole Duchenne died in a car accident nine years ago” he looked at Nichole she tilted her head “she killed her mother a year before that” now Nichole had a hand under her cheek as if she was listening to a story

“The monster’s alive” she said realizing there were more people that knew of her

“How..?”

“I think Ibsen told you of that”

“Impossible… I saw the girl´s body”

“I´m a ghost then… and I´m here for answers” she purposely giggled as if she´s made a funny joke

“Nicky” he said with realization

“Hi, Tim” she smiled. The man gasped

“You´re so much like Miriam”

“So, I´ve heard… will you tell me who you are… I don´t remember you”

The man got up to the book shelf where he picked a picture frame. Nichole had her gloves on the jackets now. The man picked up a familiar picture

“You were only a baby” he pointed the picture

“Why did mom send you that?”

“As a thank you”

“For?”

“Did your father never tell you?”

“He doesn´t believe in ghosts”

“I didn´t either… I might be hallucinating… scotch and pills might be a bad combo”

“Why would you do that?” she tilted her head again, her hands still under her cheek

“I got diabetes, tomorrow my arm´s going to be cute off”

“Do you want to die?” he stared at her

“Are you my angel of death?” his eyes seemed to glow

“Perhaps”

“Your voice´s a lot like Miriam’s”

“When did you meet her?”

“I met her because of you”

“How´s that?”

“She wanted a baby?”

“You gave her a baby?”

“I made you in my lab” he sounded like a curious child Nichole felt like asking so many questions, her eyes wanted to grow wide but she had to play along that man´s delusions

“Karl and Miriam couldn´t have the money for that to happen” she knew before her, her parents had been part of the working class struggling to pa y their debts with jobs from nine to five

“She really wanted a baby and Karl couldn’t ´say no to her”

“How did they meet you?”

“In a clinic… they were perfect for me…”

“Perfect? –now she sounded like a little e girl- how?” he smiled to her

“For my research”

“What was your research about?”

“Tell me how is heaven”

“If you tell me about the research”

“It was so long ago, Nicky”

“Sixteen years”

“Twenty years”

“Are there others like me?”

She felt compelled to ask

“You are a miracle”

“Did you make any other miracles?”

The man smiled again as if looking at her was a miracle

“Nicky, tell me about heaven”

“What if I don´t come from heaven?”

The old man gasped and seemed to snap out of his drunken delusion

“Annie said you were alive, shed´s aid you´d killed her husband and children… many tragic deaths have happened in my family… have you…?”

“Perhaps” Nichole answered in a soft gentle voice. She never knew who ewer ether victims and their names were only given if she had to know the man tried to reach sown the coffee table

“If you shoot me, I´ll kill the boy sleeping upstairs”

“I’ll kill you before you get to him”

“You can´t kill a ghosts” she giggled again

“I always liked your smile”

“Please tell me about the picture” she pointed to the picture he’d taken from the bookshelf

“It was taken two months after you were born. Miriam was so happy about her miracle child and w were we”

“Who´s we?” her child-like voice was back

“The ones in the research tem”

“Who were in it?”

“Annie said you killed some of them already”

“I don’t know them”

“Was Annie lying?”

“If you tell me who was in the team I might tell you if she was or not”

He seemed to ponder

“Have you killed people?” he asked

“Do you think I could?”

“Like an angel of death, lethal and unnoticed” he grinned as if that was a great accomplishment

“I’m just a girl”

“You´ve never been just a anything”

“How do you know that? “Karl was so angry… id he send you to me?”

“Why was Karl angry?”

“If he knew… Aaron would have been the first but then he´d probably found the way to put him to jail to die there”

“Who’s Aaron?”

“He took the research to the next level but then he also screwed it” the man poured another glass of liquor that

“What was the research about?”

The man drank the brown liquid in one gulp along with a couple of pill

“What did Karl didn’t know about?” she asked the man laughed

“it´s so strange to listen to you talking so much, you didn´t talk at all back then only those big brown eyes of yours and those giggles”

“Won´t you tell me what Karl didn´t know and what the research was about?” she´d navigated through the room and was now sat on the coffee table in front of the man, their knees almost touching

“About you, beautiful” the man touched Nichole´s cheek with a swollen blackened hand

“Who was in the research? Who else has this picture?”

“Take me to heaven”

“Answer me first” she prompted moving away from his hand he drank another glass of the same light brown liquid with more pills

“I rather have you my angel of death than Aaron´s vengeance

“Why would he seek vengeance?”

“If he only felt his minions are in danger, he´d kill the very memory of me and my family”

“I can go after Aaron, just tell me where to find him”

“You´d let me go easy whereas he would kill me with a nail clipper” the man´s words were slurred

“Just tell me his name then”

“Take me to heaven”

“I´ll take you to hell if you don´t answer me” her voice was somber now

“I rather have that” he closed his eyes and went to sleep forever. Nichole was taken aback, her hands hadn´t touched him though he´d touched her cheeks she reached to touch it too, she was sure only her hands were lethal besides she had not felt his heart dying as if always happened to make sure she touched his neck, no pulse, he'd died on his own, perhaps he´d been planning on that hence his delusions or her being an angel or a ghosts. She put on her gloves and searched from some clue of the man's research.

She thought about the man now that she was in her room, the words “about you, Beautiful” that the man had spoken rang in her ears as loud as the thunders booming in the mountains and the forest.

She went back to her bed wondering how many more people knew of her, she´d never known her parents had gone to fertility clinics, she felt like she was the one who knew the least of herself. She wanted to get the her father´s office and demand him to explain it all but she´d done it before but he had her in his hands, he could very well send her to the psychiatry guard, cast aside from all normalcy, she grind her teeth and closed her hands in a fist so tight that her hands started to hurt but she didn´t care, her nails were carving themselves in her palms but she stayed that way on her bed with the rain and thunders falling all over the town and its outskirts.

Double Life: Secrets

for some reason this pix makes me think of Nic in her school uniform and no, this is not Nic but I guess it´s the uniform that looks like what I imagine her uniform to be.

A/N: ok, this is a tradition here... NO proof-read... my eyes haven´t been good but my cruel muses have been nagging me to write this one... not that I edit or proof read before posting DL -n I actually started in this one but then it was like bleh... haha -ah, also this one´s twice as long as the other DL posts, I hope is not too strange and if it is... oh well...

that´s it...

***

Natasha closed the window being careful to not lock it, then she went and cleaned Nichole´s boots, the ones she´d let in the bathroom, grimacing at how dirty they were being of an expensive brand, then she put the boots on the girl´s closet and looked  up a shoe box that was in the closet she opened it trying to find something of Mary Ann Ibsen that might have made Nichole be aware of a connection between the woman and the pictures but she only found paint brushes, methodically Natasha looked all over the place, under the bed, all the boxes and all the drawers, she took out the drawers and turned them around, one made a “thud” sound making Natasha grin “found you” she said, when she opened it, she found a black notebook she eagerly opened it and widened her eyes at what she saw.

“Do you think I´m that stupid to leave anything with you in my room?” Natasha shook her head and placed the notebook and the drawer back in place. Then before leaving she took and envelope out of the pocket of her coat and with a happy birthday in the front of it and two tickets inside it, she placed it on top of the girl´s laptop. She left the room locking it behind her.

“I have no time for that” Val said curtly

“Then please let me go up to her room, Mrs. Cioran”

“You very well know boys are not allowed to girl´s rooms, now if you don’t want to get in trouble just go away”

“Please take this to Nichole´s room then, she hasn´t gone to diner”

“That´s her problem, isn´t it?” the woman smirked

“And that´s how you take care of my girl?” Natasha walked toward them; both quickly looked to the tall woman coming to them.

“Go ask Nichole´s mother if she lets you go to her girl´s room” Val grinned mischievously.

“Natasha Strasberg” she extended her hand

“Josh, Joshua Arlington” the boy shook the hand of the model-like woman, Nichole had said her mother was dead but this woman hadn´t denied being her mother and by the way she carried herself she looked a lot like Nichole, the way they walked was pretty much the same, except this woman´s face was perfectly covered with makeup, her hair up in a loose bun, her clothes all black, a jacket and pencil skirt with impossible high heels boots to her knees, she smiled and her pale gray eyes studied him. Was this really Nichole´s mom Josh wondered, she could be though she´d have to have been a teen mom, she looked too young, but then, Nichole had seen pictures of Nic's mom and they were very alike, even her little sister seemed alike and this woman was not her step-mother either, he´d met her.

“It's nice to meet you Joshua. What brings you here?”

“Nichole didn´t come down to dinner, she was upset today I thought I could bring her something to eat”

“I see, walk with me please” she said and then he recognized her voice, this woman was Nichole´s doctor. She let him out and he wondered if everyone involved in Nichole´s life like outdoors and rain, the rain though was very light by now. She opened the and extended her umbrella, it was one of those transparent umbrella´s that people use on the red carpet things, he still had the black umbrella Nic had given him

“I´ll cut to the chase –she said sounding business like once they were out and walking- are you the boy who´s been going up Nichole´s rooms?” she stopped walking

“Twice” he half lied, he´d gone up two times with the dorm´s supervisor knowledge. Natasha half smiled half chuckled unconvinced it had been twice only.

“Val said you´d told her you had her father´s consent with is an outright lie that for some reason she decided to report just today, so I´ll just tell you this myself never go back to her room, never go back to her again don´t talk to her don’t follow her, don´t try to ask her about this, just leave her alone”

“Mrs. Strasberg, I see nothing wrong in being friends with Nichole” Josh started to feel annoyed by his wet jeans the rain was not as light anymore.

“Does a friend lie to go up to a room that is forbidden? Just leave her alone. I wouldn´t want to have to tell you this again” Joshua said nothing but he didn´t back down

“It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Strasberg” he said politely

“Yes, you too”

“Ah, Mrs. Strasberg, may I ask you when´s Nic´s birthday?”

“I just told you not to get close to her and you ask me for her birthday?” she raised her eyebrows

“It isn´t a bad thing to want to celebrate her birthday” he could see her white teeth as she smiled

“she´ll kill me for this –Josh widened his eyes a little and she tilted her head narrowing her eyes- it´s Wednesday” she said almost a purr “don´t tell her I told you” her expression was almost daring “I´m going to take that food up to her” she walked back to the girl´s dorm behind them

At lunch time of Monday Nichole stayed sat still writing something.

“Up for lunch?” Josh was standing next to her holding his bag strap on his shoulder

“Not hungry”

“Come on, Nic, let´s go” lately they usually had lunch only on Art Club days

“Don´t fell like going to the cafeteria” she closed her notebook

“Come –he extended his hand- I´ll go for you and we can eat somewhere else. She took her ID card and gave to him

“That much you want to spend time with me?”

“I actually want to tell you something” they were walking next to the other

“What´s that?”

“What do you want for lunch?” he grinned and she chuckled a bit

“Whatever you want is fine”

“On the wall”

“Nah, remember that time you found me on a tree?” he nodded “see you there?” they walked separate ways. He found her reading a book, sat with her back on a tree.

“You liked lasagna?”

“Sure” she took the food and a can of juice. They started to eat.

“What is it?” you´ve been stealing glances of me the whole morning”

“Ah… let´s finish lunch first” she furrowed her eyebrows and he imitated her, she rolled her eyes. They talked of school matters, Nichole couldn´t help but notice she´d talked of mundane, normal things with Josh and also bordered the less normal ones. He was tough to keep up with her and he still wanted to be there.

“Now, we finished eating. What is it in your mind?” she broke the comfortable silence they were in. Joshua sat up, he´d been lying on the grass. He let out a breath

“I met Mrs. Strasberg” for a moment, she seemed taken aback.

“It´ll rain soon, let´s go” lightly she took his wrist but soon lose her grip. She walked with a quick pace but slow enough for him not to trip with the roots of the trees. She stopped to a halt before entering and they hid behind the trees “wait, the other people sneaking in are about to get in”

“Will –Josh said his roommates name- how did you know they´re getting in?”

“This is Val´s nap time” they saw Will and a girl getting in, then they get in. they were already in the first flier of stairs when Nichole pushed him inside a cleaning cabinet and closed the door

“Did Mrs. Cioran finally give you a proper task?” Josh from inside the cleaning cabinet heard a girl say and some others giggled

“Yeah, I´m here to mop you off the floor and put you on the trash” Nichole sounded matter of fact. Josh heard a gasp and girl´s footsteps stopping down. Nichole opened the door still with a smirk on her face.

“Sorry for pushing you”

“It´s ok, how did you know they were coming?”

“I heard them” she shrugged

Once in her room she took off her shoes and lay on the bed, one leg down on the floor, she fixed her skirt. Josh sat on the desk chair

“So you met, Natasha” the rain started

“How did you know it was going to rain? The forecast this morning said no rain”

“This morning there was not going to rain” she said. Josh had a puzzled expression “Natasha, Josh” Nic reminded

“Ah, yeah… I came to give you the lunch you left and some dinner since you didn´t come down… Mrs. Cioran didn´t let me go up this time…” his eyes were furrowed

“Yeah… Natasha had sort of scolded her about that… bad timing”

“As I was telling Mrs. Cioran to get it up to you, Mrs. Strasberg came down and Mrs. Cioran told me to ask your mom if I could go up. She didn´t say anything about not being your mom…?” it sounded like a question. Nic huffed

“You've seen my mom´s pictures. Natasha´s not my mother”

“She kinda looks like you though”

“oh my God!” Nic grumbled and put her hand over her eyes

“Bad?”

“Very”

“Ok, I take it back”

“Right…”

“Did she teach you to walk and jump and…”

“Nope, she just fixed me when I fell. Did she tell you anything?”

“Yeah”

“Do I have to keep asking, Josh?”

“So impatient…-he chuckled- she basically said to get away from you and not to tell you about it”

“That little…” Nichole sighed and sat taking her phone out her pocket

“No, no, no don´t call her… it´s alright –Nic started to dial- please, please I think she sort of threatened me at the end” he said unsure and she put the cellphone aside

“What?”  He told her all about the conversation with Natasha out on the rain

“She has no right to threat you, she shouldn´t have talked to you!”

“It´s ok… something good came out of it” he smiled, his green eyes with a light sparkle

“And what´s that?” she raised both eyebrows

“She told me the date of your birthday”

“What?!”

“Don´t be mad”

“It´s ok”

They were silent for about a minute, Nichole seemed annoyed but her eyes were not cold like when she was really mad

“So, this Wednesday, huh?” he ventured. She tilted her head

“That bitch!” she shook her head, his eyes widened he´d never heard her use that language before. She got up and paced the room.

“that´s not my birthday, that´s the day of Camille´s presentation, she came here and left me that –she pointed to the tickets on the envelope on her desk- as if she cared, she knew you´d want to do something, she came pretending she cared that I go but no, she went and told you that”

“Hey, calm down, do you really think she did it on purpose, she couldn´t have known I was coming to see you”

“She did it on purpose once she saw you she had to take the opportunity” Nichole threw herself on the bed and once again readjusted her skirt.

“Why do you think so?”

“It was perfect… she saw us having lunch... she didn´t like that”

“She disliked me?”

“I´m much more effective for all of them if I´m alone” she said above a whisper

“hey, hey  -he went to sit on the edge of her bed, she looked up at him- don´t be mad, something good is that now that you pulled out your phone, you can give me your number” he smiled

“Why?” a light blush crept to his cheeks as she said that

“This Sunday we, Aaron, Chris and the rest of the guys went to hand out and Chris was telling me to call you to come with us and I realized I never asked you. As you can imagine my brother mocked me about it”

“You can mock him about it too. He asked me for it as well”

“You guys talk?” josh sounded very surprised

“I find him sometimes on the pool. Unlike you that prefer to listen and ask he prefers to do the talking and flirting”

“You're swimming together?”

“Is Josh jealous?” she reached his hand “when he´s in the water there´s not much talk going on so I rather have that…. You guys are way to persistent” they stayed silent for a bit

“So, you didn´t give him your number?”

“nope, and I´m not giving it to you either” he seemed somehow hurt “I can´t give you this number, you see Natasha and Karl, my father –she clarified when his eyes flickered- always have their records, there’s a tracking device in this, at all times they know how long and to whom I walk to”

“Why would they do that to you? I thought he didn´t care…” he seemed between mad and scandalized. She grinned which he found odd

“I´m more effective for them if I´m not distracted”

“Effective for what?”

“Please don´t ask that”

“But it´s unfair they want you to be alone or something”

“It´s ok, Josh, I don´t mind”

“No, I´ll talk to my father, he´s business partner with your father, maybe we can talk to him about it”

“please, don´t do that –once again she sat up- look, when you were introduced to my family, even though I was in the house, it wasn´t introduced I´m not there to be seen, Josh, I´m there to be unnoticed” she was quiet and resigned

“No, that´s unfair, your stepsisters are there and you deserve all that…”

“Thank you… -her eyes were warm- December tenth” she said right after

“Eh?” she´s always so random he thought

“For the school I was born the day Nat said but the real date is December tenth”

“Why do you have two dates?”

“Long story but I only have one, the one on Wednesday” she sighed

“And December 10^th?”

“A secret, another” she laughed humorlessly

“Jonah knows about the …”

“Real one –she interrupted- but he´d never tell”

“How did he know?”

“Kat knew… Jonah´s Kat little brother” she said with a small voice Josh widened his eyes, she´s been Nic´s roommate, the reason why there were rumors of her killing her roommate “the funny thing is that he´s the only one that doesn´t believe the rumors” she seemed about to cry

“And now you have five minutes to sneak out and get to classes” she seemed amused; she changed her whole posture and mood out of nowhere. She got up to her closet

“Are you not going?”

“No”

“Nichole, we´re in the last days of classes”

“Last week we did the mock tests, what else am I going to learn in one more class that I hadn´t learn so far?” she took out an umbrella from her closet

“You got less than five minutes to go”

“I’m not going if you’re not going –he didn´t take the umbrella, it was like the ne Natasha had –how many umbrellas you have?”

“just two… and that means you´re ditching classes… not responsible Josh” she shook her head and then squatted and searched something when she got up she threw two cans of juice to Josh “now, I´m changing clothes ´cause I don´t want you to keep looking at my legs” he was opening his can of juice and what she said startled him making him pour some of the contents on his shirt, she laughed

“Do you want to show me your abs, Josh?” she laughed

“I was not checking you out!”

She laughed and threw him a hoodie “maybe not, but I will” she laughed again as she went to the bathroom to get changed leaving Josh with a light brush on his cheeks.

“Why do you have this big sweater?”  Josh asked when she came out wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt, she put on a black sweater over

“They're comfy to sleep. I think that was clean…maybe”

“right… your closet’s very neat I doubt you have dirty clothes in it” she smiled a little sitting on her bed Indian style and took off both her gloves eyeing Joshua, then she took off the bandage and flexed her fingers, she had red marks where the edges of the bandages were.

“Does it hurt?”

“I´m used to it but it mostly itches” she looked at her hands still flexing her hand

“Why don´t you just wear the gloves?” she seemed to ponder for a while

“I´m supposed to have a scar that gives me some kind of trauma stuff I don’t know I should ask Nat to tell me what she said of that”

“You can use the gloves only, right”

“You can use the gloves only, right”

“I wouldn´t like to risk it in case for some reason I had to take the gloves off” she put on the gloves only and lay on her bed again.

“Are you tired?” he asked

“Mmmhh”

After a while they started to do their homework, the day had gone cold and dark as the rain kept falling

“Let´s go down for dinner” josh said around seven thirty

“Dinner time already?” he was still going through her work, he nodded “ok, let´s go” she put on her boots and slid something in them

“What´s that?” Josh asked curious, she took the dagger out and his eyes grew wide “you carry that around school?”

“Everywhere”

“That´s dangerous”

“That´s the idea boy” she ginned as she put it back in her boot “let´s go, Josh”

Heaven Level´s: Growing Wings

What is wrong with me? I see myself remembering all this and a bit of my former pride wakes up, how did a prince of darkness, the one who was going to be the demon kind fell so low? Or rather went up so high? I´m not who I was anymore and though that small threat of pride remains I´m don´t wish to go back to my former power, instead, I´m in heaven, trying to learn how to be an angel, nothing´s for free, but as Eon says, it´s all for a greatest purpose… it´s so annoying sometimes but I´m here growing wings and this is how I´m earning the halo. I feel like mocking myself at this, why am I even telling this story? Am I emulating Eon? When did the roles changed? Zett does not follow anybody, yet I did… For the sake of telling this story properly, I must clarify we´re all spirits, genderless but I love so much to have a body, a frail yet strong gorgeous, body, there´s nothing like feeling things with a human body. Eon finds it strange but he and everybody else in here indulges my little hobby so I often refer to myself as a “man” or a "woman" and the same for the rest, I like to imagine them in bodies, specially Eon, I really like his angelic form but he was such an angel in the body he was trapped. Eon always makes a face at this. I doubt he´d understand this little hobby of mine. Anyway, here’s the story of the demon learning to be an angel.

**

“Eon, please” I pleaded attempting to grab my angel´s hand. He was mad at me and currently walking fast “Let me explain!” I followed him. He turned around, the look in his eyes let me know this was going to be hard but no matter what I had to make him listen. I hated that Eon was angry at. I owed him everything after all. Because of him I had been able to know heaven and even before I was in heaven he saved me from madness.

“Why would I want words after what I´ve seen?” he made a disgusted face at me and that brought memories of that horrible being I had been. I started to unconsciously shed tears. My new nature, fee of evil, made it so irritatingly easy to show my true feelings.

“I´m sorry, I´m sorry…” I barely whispered closing my eyes.

It had been heaven since we left hell, the day he said he didn´t want to leave me had been the happiest of my long existence and now my evil past had hell come back to me. We had been feeding; I had even managed to convince Eon to take a body to do so. His energy was coming to me and mine to him, it was always as that first time, the day he let me touch his hand, his lips, it was one of the greatest pleasures that can be felt but his one time as I felt this bliss, he was also feeling me and he has a way of knowing every tiny bit of me and hew saw I had have communications with Yotta, he wanted us to meet. I knew Eon wouldn’t like the idea but Yotta seemed in need somehow, the mood started to change for the worst there, somewhere in my mind I was starting to consider meeting Yotta without Eon knowing and there Eon pushed me away and didn´t let me explain. I was such a horrible being. Maybe I hadn´t really left my demonic nature after all I was planning to leave heaven, to leave the angel that had saved me behind to go meet a demon who had been my former playma… well…

“Why, Zett?” Eon whispered touching my face. I hadn´t realized I was kneeling down until I saw him knelt down in front of me, his expression was hurt

“I´m sorry” I said bowing until my face touched the round. As a prince of darkness I had never bowed my head to anybody, only to Eon and I do it if I had to for as many times as needed. I heard him sigh heavily and then he made me get to my feel. I looked at him expectantly, he motioned for me to go to the garden, our favorite place where we spent most of our time, he had been teaching me hymns I had proven to be bad for that. I walked and he followed me. We sat on a long lounge chair.

“Eon, it's not what you think. I love you” I hurried to say

“And what is it that I think?” he raised an eyebrow

“You saw I was thinking in meeting Yotta. You think I want to go to him but that´s not it” I looked away as I said so, because in way it was what I was thinking and how I was thinking it.

“You were hiding it –he took my face between his hands- you don’t hide good things, Zett, only bad things” his voice wasn´t even angry anymore, he only sounded tired and hurt.

“No, Eon, I knew you´d get mad given my past with Yotta but I never meant to go back to him, I want to b by your side” I´m not going to be the ‘wife´of the new demon king I added for myself

“Why, Zett? Why would you want to meet him? Are you not happy? Are you not happy with me…? I...” his voice broke

“Eon –I sighed- let me explain, Yotta…”

“Stop” Eon interrupted me grabbing my face and planting a scorching kiss on my mouth. I felt his energy. I had never understood the taste that he had mentioned and that by now I was supposed to be accustomed to taste until now. It was bitter, his anger and the feeling of not being enough had made his energy bitter and quite frankly very dislikable. I wanted it to change to how it was before, like water, tasteless but fresh and good. He deepened the kiss pushing me down on the chair. It was as if he wanted to fuse our bodies. He was furious but mostly sad but his kiss and the feeling of having him close like that made all of me to be like before, all willing to whatever he wanted, wide open for him to do what he wanted and what he knew I wanted. I sensed him searching in my head and heart as his hands were searching on my body. At first I tried to order my thoughts to him but his hands and his mouth and his energy inside me made it impossible to focus, he knew well how to play me so I gave up and just let it all out for him to do as he pleased with me.

When I opened my eyes I saw the sunset, my head was rested on Eon´s chest. I felt his hand taking strands of my hair and lifting it up to let it go after. It was like a caress, as I felt this I tensed worried of what had happened, I didn´t have many recollections of it, it was like having been very drunk.

“If you had taken the energy I was giving you, you wouldn´t have had to sleep so long” he faked annoyance

“It was bitter –I replied wrinkling my nose- you are not mad at me anymore?” I moved my head to look up at him

“Yotta´s asking help to you about an angel, he wants to know how we made it”

“Yeah...” I decided not to say more but I noticed Eon wasn’t sorry at all for getting jealous like he had

“Tell the demon king to surrender to Rowan”

“I don´t think Yotta will want to surrender, he´d be penalized by the demon world” I said knowing that not only another demon kind would rise but also that Yotta would be condemned to an existence without feeding, locked, chained, condemned to madness and pain.

“That´s the only way” Eon sighed and moved on top of me, his elbows keeping his torso away from me. He kissed me softly.

“I feel a flavor” I announced when we separated, I was excited, for some reason until his angry moment before I hadn´t been able to do it, I thought it was because of who I had been, it was so good it was a faint flavor but I had felt it. Eon smiled gently

“That's my energy telling you how sorry I am. I felt jealousy”

“I´m flattered” I smirked and pulled him for a kiss, he smiled against my lips. I whimpered involuntarily once he stopped the kiss “I haven´t fed” I said as a way to convince him to keep doing what we were doing. He laughed

“Too bad you were sleeping making us miss supper”

Supper was a time in which angels got together to share their energies, like a family reunion, of course there was not contact at all, we just talked and join in chants –I was so bad at that- and the old experienced one told how the battles with hell had been and the young ones –like myself- tried to sense their energy when the talking stopped, it was like a collective hug to do that except that nobody touched, maybe only hand holding happened.

“Not that I don´t like the other angels but I rather be fed by you” I said unfazed but still feeling shy somewhere in my mind, his gaze had always affected my mind and body in a strange ways.

“Good answer” he said leaning down to kiss me and feed me his fresh energy, it was so good but I also noticed that when he had been mad he had made me feel him everywhere inside me. He was so much confident up here than he´d been in hell but when he was mad it had been really intense, I can´t say I didn´t like that.

“Did you really like that?” I heard his voice in my head and his smile against my mouth. I said nothing; I just clung tighter to him. “You´re still the Dark Zett, angel” Eon whispered in my ear this time. I stiffed a little wondering if he really thought that somehow I was still a demon inside. “Ah, I must admit I´m gladder about it than what I should” he whispered to my ear. I was somewhat worried about what he´d said. Did he really think that? Was that the reason that Eon had gotten so upset when finding about Yotta and then I remembered over again his words back in hell when he was still my prisoner, when I had gotten close enough that he had let me to feed him by kissing, he not knowing I had fallen for him since the first time his green eyes had looked into mine.

“Is everything ok?” Eon asked going to a sitting position or almost since his legs were still at either side of me. He asked but he obviously knew something was going on, I wasn´t sure how much he knew though he could get into my thoughts with relative easiness though even when I held him captive he had been able to tell what I was feeling or at least he guessed. At the beginning when we came to heaven, Eon hearing my thoughts so easily made me feel uneasy that he knew so much of my mind, soul and energy. It´s an angel thing, he had explained as time passes you won’t feel guarded, it´ll be ok to share all of you with others, because in this angelic nature you can tell what´s going on with the other when tasting their energy, it´s all out in the open. I had been worried, he had said everybody, I guess this was the reason why I hadn´t managed to taste energies yet, after all it´s not like that with demons, energies are just for feeding not to pass thoughts or secrets. He´d said that angels held no secrets, for love didn´t have secrets. I had gotten used to him sensing everything like that but I was very guarded still about the other angels besides I was still learning and the tasting of flavors in energies had proven to be a difficult task for whatever reason, I was nowhere near Eon´s ability, I was new at it after all and he, well, he was as powerful here as I had been in her before. I wouldn´t change anything despite the fact that I has pretty much stripped of powers except for the ones that I was working on as to “read” energies which I had to learn well before passing to anything else. Eon always told me not to worry over his ability he said that he was only good because he had had a lot of practice and he´d been a guarding angel.

“Zett” his voice snapped out of my reverie. I looked to a side. He cupped my face forcing me to look at him at his amazing green eyes. I was silent. “I love reading into your energy but I love it more when you trust me enough to tell me things” he said calm and with a reassuring gentle gaze. I opened my mouth like a gapping fish. I didn´t want Eon thinking I didn´t trust him but I didn´t feel like talking about my stupid insecurities or my past as a demon. I tried to pull down Eon to start where we had left but he resisted and lock gazes with me. I closed my eyes and unconsciously banged my head against the back of the chair. He took one of my hands and looking into my eyes he kissed it, lingering there for some time, I felt his energy coming from his lips to the skin on my hand and then this little jolt of energy went all the way up my arm, neck and head. He was in a gently way prompting me to talk.

“What could I expect from a demon?” I said quoting his words back in her where I had felt so remorseful for the first time for fooling around with Yotta and so many others, for everything I had done to him. I knew he’d understand all if I said those words. His face was expressionless for a moment.

“I´m sorry” Eon sat next to me

“What for?” I asked truly at a loss, he hadn´t done anything to me but his words sounded guilty

“My jealousy made you remember that” he lowered his head I took his hand in mine and squeezed it

“You know I´d do anything for you? Right?”

“I know, we´ve been there” he smiled a little clearly remembering my lasts days as a demon when I had refused to feed

“You do trust me, right?” I needed reassurance, I felt anxious

“I do…” his words were somehow unsure

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to be continued...