Life was actually pretty good when I was traveling around with Gabriel. I had the world at my feet you could say, and an archangel on my arm.

Huh. Good eh?

We were in Vegas at the moment, that same archangel was fast asleep next to me in bed, snoring lightly. I got to my feet, heading over to the kitchen and putting the kettle on.

It was when it was almost boiled that I noticed the cup that had appeared next to the kettle, already made, making me roll my eyes as arms crept around my waist, then I just told him-

"Now that's just lazy."

"Oh it's not for you." He smirked, snagging the cup and raising it to his lips, walking to the sofa and plonking himself down on it with a sigh, the TV snapping onto the news channel.

I made my own coffee and walked over, sitting down on the sofa and setting the cup down on the floor, setting my head down on his lap and looking at the tv- more bloody disasters. I felt him smooth my hair back and go. "Alright love?"

"Mmhmm."

At that I glanced up to meet caramel eyes, then he rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah? Come on, you can tell me." He smirked and I scoffed. "Yeah, then you start blabbing around."

"You insult me!"

"Yep."

"It's a good job I love you enough to put up with your crap." He told me, making me smirk back at him. I sighed and got to my feet, feeling Gabriels hand still holding mine, going to yank me back, but I slapped his hand and he let me go, pouting as I walked into the bedroom, searching for my socks.

"After these?"

With that, I turned to face a certain pest stood with one in each hand, holding them up tauntingly with a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes, then leaped forwards, almost smashing into the door as he vanished, and I snarled. "Gabe-! Don't bloody do that! It's bad manners."

Gabriel bit his lip, then shrugged, tossing me the pair where they became water in my hands, and I truly sent him a filthy look.

"Gabriel-!"

-ToE-

It wasn't all sock chasing and candy grabbing-

I had to try and keep the little shit in line. When I say that, I mean him killing people for fun.

Great (!)

But then... things did go kinda wrong.

I was walking down the Vegas strip, going to meet that same pesky angel for a drink at a casino where he'd been for the past few hours. If I found just one girl in his company, he was in for a new kind of hell. Sure, I hadn't let him sleep with me in that context just yet, but then again, he had been asking with a cheeky grin or two if he could just zap my clothes of me.

He'd wake up minus something if he really did try that.

The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up as I walked down an alleyway to the back entrance, pulling my knee length dress down further as I did so, about to push the door open when something yanked me back by my hair, a hand clamped over my mouth to stop me screaming.

A hard knock to the head later and I was out of it.

When I woke up, I found myself tied to a table, the leather straps tight around my wrists, ankles and midriff.

What the hell was going on-?

"Well, well, would you look at that? An Archangels slut."

Ok. Maybe this wasn't Gabe playing a trick on me after all.

"What the fuck do you want?" I snapped to the thing. Well technically, that Thing was a young blonde haired man with sky blue eyes. Ok, maybe a 'perfect German?'

Yeah, that's how shitty I felt.

"Now... why would an archangel take such an, ah, interest in someone like you?" The man smirked, pulling out a wicked looking blade from his belt, raising it to my neck and chuckled. "Although... I can see the draw you have-" I felt the tip of the blade move slowly down my bare skin towards my stomach, and I snarled.

"I'm going to rip your fucking head off you freak!"

With that, the man tilted his head, and my blood ran cold- jet black eyes faced me, a cruel smile upon his mouth as he just said. "Now that's better."

I flinched as he swung a leg over, sitting down on my abdomen and raised the blade once more, and I knew what he was going to do... but it still didn't help when the burning started on my stomach, making a scream that didn't sound like my own escape me.

"Now... talk. Why are you so special?" The demon hissed to me, raising the blade so I could see the blood dripping from it. Oh god... that scarlet was my own.

"I don't know-!" Was all I could say, tears burning in my eyes as he lowered the blade once more, and I just yelled. "I'm telling the truth!"

"Then why do you have some truly fucked up blood hm?" He hissed, leaning forwards so his eyes were boring into my own. "We know about you being able to see angels true forms... now, how do you do that?"

"I don't know!" I just sobbed, shaking my head, the burning, the agony spreading even more as he pressed a hand down on the gash he'd given me in my lower stomach it felt like.

The demon cocked his head, then snorted. "The time to tell the truth is here sweetie. You have one chance, and if you don't-"

"Oh, bring it on mate." I just hissed, eyes blazing. The demon laughed, then leaned to the side, tossing the knife away and just said. "Well... I can feel your boyfriend on the way-"

The sliver of hope I had at that moment vanished when he forced his hand over my chest, a new burning going through me... and then the demon was gone, leaving me to lie there like smoldering ashes.

There was a flutter, you could say, of wings and I found myself locking eyes with concerned caramel ones, the bindings snapping away in an instant.

"Hey there sweetie..." He sighed, placing a hand gently on my bloodied cheek. I could feel my vision start to blur, and whether it was Gabriel or my body, I nodded off.

-ToE-

Once more when I woke up, I could hear a very annoying beep beep from somewhere above me, and I frowned, raising a hand to bat it away, but my hand just found air.

But then a voice spoke-

"Co?"

I finally managed to open my eyes and turn my head a little to the right, seeing a white faced figure sat next to me. A hospital, now I understood the beeping...

But why was I here exactly-?

Violent coughs started escaping me now, and he sighed. "Cocoa, are you ok?"

"Demon." I just whimpered out quietly, wondering why Gabriel hadn't healed me already, but it was if he could tell what I was thinking when he said-

"I know love- he put up something in you to stop me being able to heal you. Hell... you've been asleep for so long."

"Oh..." was all I could get out, thankful for the painkillers and that hand holding my own. Hell, he must feel so... guilty. I knew him well. He'd blame himself for letting me out his sight like this.

"But Gabe... what did that demon mean-? Why can I see angels and... he said I had screwed up blood."

His hand tightened over mine the tiniest fraction, and I knew instantly he was hiding something from me. He confirmed it when he sighed.

"I don't know love."

All I could do was nod, then let the morphine take effect and make me close my eyes once more-

Yeah, he was hiding something...

Something big.

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