Angel's Kiss

4. Alone Again-1

4. Alone Again

I wasn’t tired. Surely I needed to sleep though. It had to have been at least forty hours since I’d last slept. Perhaps my body had been running on a surge of adrenaline. Given the circumstances, that seemed reasonable. It would have to shut down eventually, so rather than wait for the inevitable, I closed my eyes and after a while fell asleep.

When I woke, the sun was low in the sky. Thin bands of light filtered through the gaps between the boards covering the windows. They formed what looked like the bars of a prison cell on the back wall.

I expected to feel refreshed — bright eyed and bushy tailed — after the long hours of sleep. How disappointed I was to find I didn’t register any difference in my energy levels at all.

My stomach rumbled. I was so hungry. I’d need to eat soon or I might pass out. How many days can the body go without eating, as long as you have water? I couldn’t remember.

I was deliberating whether or not to sneak out to get something to eat when I felt a light breeze stir around me. I looked up to find Danny was standing in front of me.

“About time,” I grumbled. “I was about to go out and get something to eat.”

Danny’s eyebrows shot up in alarm.

“Don’t worry, I was going to pay for it.” I waved a note in front of his face. “I have money.”

“I don’t think eating regular food is a good idea,” he replied.

“Why?” I asked suspiciously. “What do you propose I eat?”

“Some of the information I’ve been able to gather is rather alarming. It seems it doesn’t matter what you are now.” He sounded kind of sad. “What matters is that having been bitten by a vampire you’ll take on some of their characteristics. Diet is one of them.”

“I don’t crave blood,” I scoffed. “That’s just gross! I actually feel like a hamburger. There’s a hamburger joint not too far away. I’ll prove to you that I still like regular food.”

Danny sighed. “Fine, have it your way. If the only way to convince you is to allow you to have a burger, then go ahead. But be warned, it will hurt.”

I smiled. “Only if I eat too quickly.”

I stood up, brushed myself off and headed towards the back door, which wasn’t locked. Danny followed close behind, like a second shadow. It was so good to stretch my legs and walk around. I felt amazingly optimistic that things were going to get better. It had been a long time since I felt optimistic about anything.

There were no customers in Barney’s Burgers. I hoped that wasn’t indicative of the quality of the food, but was too hungry to care. As long as I didn’t get food poisoning it wouldn’t matter. I could live with a little indigestion or heartburn.

“Do you want something?” I asked as I headed towards the counter. “My treat.”

“Thanks,” Danny said quietly, “but I don’t need to eat.”

He retreated to a corner table and waited for me there.

“Hi there!” the pimply young man behind the counter — his name badge said Ryan — said. “Can I take your order?”

“I’ll have the double cheeseburger meal to eat here.”

“Would you like the mega double cheeseburger meal for a dollar more?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied and handed over my money.

Ryan handed me my change and I waited patiently while he arranged my meal on the tray. He’d barely slid the tray to my side of the counter when I snatched it up. Walking quickly to where Danny sat, the soft drink sloshed out of the waxed paper cup onto the tray, wetting the dozen or so serviettes. Why the hell do they always give you so many serviettes anyway?

Danny sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose in disgust. “How can you eat that stuff?”

“Easy,” I replied. “You just open your mouth, take a bite,” I took a small bite to show him how easy it was, “chew a few times, then swallow.”

“I really don’t think you should do that,” Danny warned.

“What, talk with my mouth full? It was only half full. For what it’s worth, sorry about that.”

I took another bite of the burger and crammed a few fries into my mouth as well, for good measure.

“No,” Danny said. “I don’t think you should be eating that.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

I could have been eating cardboard for all the taste there was, yet I was so hungry I continued to eat. I made sure I chewed slowly before swallowing. While I could live with indigestion I’d be much happier without it.

By the time I finished the burger my stomach had stopped rumbling. Danny was still gaping at me and shaking his head as though he thought I’d gone mad. Just as I started eating the rest of my fries I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. Damn. I really needed to go to the toilet.

“Excuse me for a minute,” I said, and stood up. “I need to use the ladies.”

Danny started to rise. I waved at him to sit back down. It wouldn’t look good if a man followed me into the toilets. The manager might call the cops.

The pain intensified to a needle-like stabbing. I clutched my stomach and walked slightly hunched over, trying to ease the pain.

This must be what it feels like to be repeatedly stabbed in the stomach.

I found that my breath was catching in my throat. My heart was pounding and I could feel drops of perspiration forming on my brow.

Man, I must be more desperate to go than I thought!

When I closed the cubicle door behind me my knees buckled and I fell to the floor.

This is not good.

Within moments I was retching. Even though I’d chewed each morsel well before swallowing, everything seemed to have doubled in size on the way back up. I had difficulty breathing in-between retching. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks and my nose ran. This was almost as bad as the pain I’d experienced when Chris had attacked, except that this pain originated on the inside.

When I thought the retching had finally stopped I leaned back against the cubicle wall. I wiped my eyes, nose and mouth with some toilet paper, then flushed everything away.

I climbed to my feet and was fumbling with the lock on the door when a fresh wave of pain struck. Not again! I slid to the floor, my head over the toilet bowl. A knock on the cubicle door was answered with more retching.

“I told you not to eat it,” Danny called through the door. “You’ve been in here quite a while by mortal standards.”

The retching subsided after a few minutes, yet the pain in my abdomen lingered. It was as if it was punishing me for feeding it junk food.

I reached out for some toilet paper to clean myself up again, only to find an empty toilet roll.

“Can you hand me some paper, please?” I called out.

“Paper?” Danny asked. “What do you want paper for?”

Evidently angels didn’t need to go to the toilet. That made sense if they didn’t eat.

“I need to clean myself up. Can you just go into another cubicle, grab some toilet paper and shove it under the door, please?”

A moment later I saw his hand under the door.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I stood up and cleaned my face as best as I could before throwing the paper into the toilet and flushing. I unlocked the door and let it swing open.

“You don’t look very good,” Danny said.

I rolled my eyes. Wow, he’s very observant.

“I don’t feel very good,” I replied, and headed towards the sink to rinse out my mouth and wet my face.

The face that greeted me in the mirror looked like that of a person who’d been on a week-long bender. Frankly I felt that way as well.

Danny rubbed my arm sympathetically. “Will you listen to what I’ve been trying to tell you now?”

I pulled away from him and looked him in his face. It was the first time I’d taken the time to actually look at his features properly. He was ruggedly handsome, with a straight well-proportioned nose, piercing sapphire blue eyes and perfectly sculpted eyebrows. The eyebrows were unusual for a man, though probably the norm for an angel. If he were mortal, he could have been a model or star of the screen, big or small. If Danny was anything to go by, God sure did believe in perfection — for angels at least.

“Can you make this pain go away?”

“Yes, but not here. There’s a safe house I can take you to. Do you think you can walk?”

“Is it very far?”

He nodded. “Very far indeed. I don’t expect you to walk all the way though. All you need to do is walk out of this place and around the corner. I can take care of the transportation from there.”

I straightened up and winced as my stomach protested. “Okay, I think I can do that.”

Danny left the toilets first and went back to the table to sit down. I followed a few minutes later, complaining of a stomach ache. Danny came to my side and helped me to the door. Hopefully my stomach ache, and the fact I looked ghastly, were enough to convince the staff why I’d been gone so long. They should be grateful I didn’t lodge a complaint.

“Take my hand,” Danny instructed, “and close your eyes. This will be somewhat disorienting and I’d rather you didn’t bring anything else up. The smell is quite vile.”

Hah! He should smell it from my end. It’s even worse when some of it comes out of your nose and no matter how hard you blow some gunk seems stuck!

We stopped when we rounded the corner. I closed my eyes, took hold of his hand and clutched my stomach with my free hand. My hand was swallowed up in Danny’s. His hand was warm and strong, his grip sure. I imagined it forming a protective cocoon around my entire body and not just my hand.

Danny started walking. I hoped he’d remember that my eyes were closed and I couldn’t see where I was going. By the time we took our second step the air become chilly, and by the third I smelled fresh, clean air. At the fourth step I felt something soft and springy under my feet.

“You can open your eyes now. We’re here.”

I opened my eyes and breathed deeply, only to double over in pain. I was still holding Danny’s hand and he was dragged down with me. He sat me on the damp mossy grass and brushed the hair away from my face.

“Let’s do something about that pain,” he said, and placed one hand on my forehead and the other over my heart, just as he’d done the day before.

My body stiffened, as did his, and a gasp escaped his lips. I could feel the pain being drawn out of me, through his hands. It was an almost sensual experience. When the pain was completely gone, Danny rolled onto the grass and took two deep breaths.

“That was incredible!” I said, excited and revitalised.

Danny smiled at me. “Yes, it was rather remarkable. Until yesterday I’d never tried it before. This time it was different… I knew what to focus on. The pain, how could you bear it?”

I shrugged. Pain was nothing new to me. It was something I’d learned to live with a long time ago. It was only the intensity of the pain from the last few days that was new.

“We all feel pain at some point in our lives. Are you telling me angels don’t feel pain?”

He shook his head. “Not like that, no.”

I looked at our surroundings. Whilst it was night time, the sky was clear and the stars were bright. We must be far away from the influence of the city lights indeed, to see the stars so well. To our right, no more than twenty metres away, was a small darkened cottage. All around us huge trees rose to touch the sky, like an impenetrable wall.

“Where are we and why are we here?” I asked.

“It’s a place I acquired some centuries ago that I like to visit now and again, when I have time — nowhere near often enough. Call it my slice of heaven on earth. The nearest town is a few hundred kilometres away. You should be safe here.”

Danny stood and offered his hand to help me up. “We’ll be more comfortable inside.”

I held onto his hand as he led me towards the cottage and didn’t let go until we were safely inside.