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Chapter 13

Angel and Jimmy feed off the two men:

Pulling away at the feeling of the man dyeing. " Don’t let them die!" I growled healing the spot before laying him down.

" Why?" Jimmy asked pulling away from the 40-year-old man.

" Because, that’s how I roll" licking my fingers setting it on Jimmy’s meal. " And it protects use: think if they start finding people with bite marks and they were dead; don’t you think they would start looking for us?" not under standing why he didn’t under stand.

His face was blank, sighing at his stupidly I turned my eyes studied the area. " Im going to get some drinks!" walking away from him.

" Wait" Jimmy called behind me once I was in side.

Heading to the bar counter; along with setting on one of them spiny stools.

" What would you like?" the bartender asked a large smile on his face.

" Two bottle’s of Captain Margin’s spice Rum!" Digging in my pockets.

" For here or to go" the guy laughed.

" To go" smiling at him. My eyes looked around the room; to see Jimmy standing in the doorway like he was lost.

" Is he with you?" the guy asked; setting my money one the counter.

" Sadly he is" turning back to the guy.

" Then the bottle’s are on the house" he laughed; handing me the money back.

" No I think its best if I pay for them." Pushing the money back to him.

" Ok" he sighed taking the money from me. Holding both bottles I headed torts Jimmy who still was in the doorway.

" Lost much?" Eyeing his face; handing him one of the bottles.

" How can you stand being near human’s" Jimmy hissed out of no where.

" Why are you acting like a new born" not under standing him.

" I am not acting like a new born" he growled; as we walked down the street.

" How you looked in that bar you was lost like you wasn’t one of them once in your life" looking at him for answers.

" I was trained to stay away from humans unless it was for hunting" he sighed the sound of his bottle being opened.

" What kind of life is that" I whispered watching Jimmy drink.

" One Ive lived with" he pointed out drinking a mouth full.

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" Home sweet home" I laughed picking up my feet.

" I need to tell you something before you walk in" Jimmy pulled my arm making me stop before I could get to the door.

" What?" looking at him oddly.

" Drake is in side" at his words I pushed him out of my way throwing the front door open to see Ann setting next to Drake they where both taken back.

" What the hell" I screeched watching both of them jump. " Ann, run to bed" not looking away from Drake.

" Mom," Ann cried her arms wrapping around my hips.

" Ann you heard me!" Moving my eyes to look at her. Her little face looked at me, before running out of the room.

" Know Angel, don’t over react" Jimmy protested stepping in front of his bother.

" Don’t over react…. Don’t over react? You let that monster in my house and you leave my daughter with him; and you don’t want me to over react!" my eyes where glaring at the both of them.

" He tried to kill me don’t you get it" I hissed closing my eyes. Jumping at the feeling of arms wrapping around me.

" Angel please." Jimmy whispered. Opening my eyes to see Drake starring at his brother.

" Im going in the kitchen, if that ass is staying he is on the couch" I growled griping the bottle of Rum.

Walking in to the kitchen, I took a deep breath; setting the bottle on the table. How would he just let that animal in my house. Breathing in once more only to taste blood when I did so. Closing my eyes I moved my hands to my throat.

" Mom why is dad letting that monster in the house?" Turning at the words only to hear my neck rip open. Before I could react my body hit the floor.

" Mom" her voice whispered the feeling of hot air setting on my neck.

 

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Jimmy bit his bottom lip; his eyes watching Angel march out:

" Wow," Drake’s voice whispered; making me turn to look his way. " Is that the first time you ever stud up to her?" he’s words made me unconformable.

" No" I growled; setting down next to Drake.

" Drake… why did you attack Angel?" the words sounded odd to me.

" Because she’s mine" he whispered; turning to look at him only to see he wasn’t joking.

" She isn’t yours…last time I check I was the one that was married to her, and im the one that love’s her" girding my teeth at the face he was making. Sounds of things being knocked around in the kitchen made my eyes glance to the door then back at Drake.

" And yet you never marked her" he’s laughter was putting me on edge.

" And what does that matter?" I growled only to see him smile.

" Because I did" at those words I wanted to jump him.

" What do you mean you marked her?"

"What you didn’t know" he’s laughter was louder now. " She smells different doesn’t she?" at his words sounds of bare feet hitting the floor made me look over to see Ann standing there staring straight at me.

" Something’s wrong with Angel" she whispered tears in her eyes.

" What’s wrong with Angel?" I asked jumping out of my set.

" I don’t know, she has dark cycles under her eyes and her lips are blue."

At that I hurried into the kitchen; flinging the door open only to see Angel laying on the floor the bottle of Rum sat on the table untouched. " Angel" I whispered rolling her over to see her eyes closed; hands wrapped around her neck. Ann was right her lips where blue.

" Drake what did you do?" I screamed only to hear his footsteps enter the room.

" I didn’t do anything but cut her throat" he answered his voice cold.

" Does that look like just a slit throat?" I hissed.

" Don’t blame me bother, it was her knife so she either covered it in poison or…" he posed; watching him walk over to her followed by pulling out the so-called knife.

His eyes studied it but only for a second " nether" he whispered his eyes looking to me. " It’s the metal." Looking to him then back to Angel. Pulling her hands away from her neck only to see the cut was reopened.

" Baby" I whispered clasping next to her. " Don’t leave me…" pulling her into my lap.

" Ann can you help her?" I asked only to see her shake her head no. " Drake get the hell out" I hissed cupping Angel’s face.

" And be dead once I step out the door?" he laughed at his words.

"Either that or I kill you my self" laying Angel back on the tile floor; turning to look at Drake only to see a smirk on his face.

" You wouldn’t kill your own flash and blood would you?" he words hit a nervier. " Did you forget I have… oh and you killed something close to me already; why would it matter if we are family." Screaming at the top of my lungs.

" Either way she will still be dead" he hissed turning to the back door. Watching him grab about three coats.

" No coats!" glaring at him.

" Im not that stupid" he laughed; smirking before running out the door with them.

Sighing I turn to look at Ann; her eyes staring down word. Following them to see Angel’s eyes open they were searching the room rapidly.

" Angel?" not under standing. Color returned to her face followed by her neck healing.

" The knife" she whispered setting up fast.

" My question is: why did you have such a knife?" only to see her look at me like I was stupid.

" For protection" she groaned holding her hand out to me. Griping it just to pull her up.

" Why protection?" raising an eyebrow.

" From people like Drake" she hissed her hands moving over the once reopened cut.

" Is that the only reason?" cocking my head to the side.

" And all it does is the metal infects the blood which cause the person to weaken and in to a dead like state. And it helps me get away!" her eyes wounded the room.

" Drake is gone" Ann whispered walking over to Angel.

" So all your knife does is give you time?" her eyes looked to me like she was hiding something.

" Yes, that is what it does" she sighed her arms wrapping around Ann.

" Good because I thought I lost you" sighing in my words; slowly I walked over to Ann, and Angel only to wrap my arms around both. Sniffing her only to smell the same Angel scent.

" I need a drink" she sighed pulling away; watching her walk over the to bottle, she popped it open with out a second look. Seeing the look on her face once she drank half the bottle.

" God, I desire this" she whispered setting the bottle back on the table.

" Ann," I whispered only to see her nod beside me before skipping out of the room.

" You can’t get drunk" setting down opposite from her.

" Why not I desire it don’t I?" her voice was low.

" Yes, But I cant stand the smell of it on you." Grabbing the bottle.

" Well you smell like it already" she pointed out.

" So that’s me your talking about" taking a large sip.

" What’s the difference," she laughed taking the bottle from me.

" The difference is this!" taking the bottle from her, I lifted it to my lips; drinking the rest down; slamming the empty bottle on the tabletop.

" Ass" she whispered, her eyes looked at me with hatred.

" You had a enough," smirking at her.

" You had your own bottle" she growled standing to her feet.

" Well I can’t stand seeing you like this" I answered only to feel alittle odd.

" Like what human…." She giggled. Standing to my feet only to feel like the ground was moving.

Angel started to giggle once more. " Are you see sick" she laughed. Walking over to her; "no but stop moving" trying my best to walk over to her.

" Im not moving you are" she laughed once more.

Angel got to her feet her hands held me still; "Come on you need to lay down" she laughed once more. Nodding alittle she led me to the bedroom.

" Know stay here we don’t need Ann to see you like this" she pointed out.

" Why aren’t you...dru…unk…k?" I asked not under standing my own words.

" I can handle my Rum better" she sighed turning away.

" Ho…w" looking at her back.

" Because that’s how ive lived 13 years ago" she answered closing the door behind her.

" Ha, she’s old" I laughed closing my eyes; the feeling of blankets hitting my head made me laugh alittle.

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Angel tossed the bottle away not under standing how he could get drunk after just a bottle and a half:

" Are you ok" Ann asked in the doorway.

" Yea, im fine dear" smiling at her alittle.

" Is it time for bed?" she asked her eyes looking to my bedroom.

" Why don’t we just sleep in the living room?" Picking her up.

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" What about blankets?" she laughed well I sat her down.

" Ill get them don’t worry" turning the TV off. " Just lay down ill be back" moving some bangs out of her face.

" And my teddy" she called when I headed out.

" And your Teddy" walking though the house tell I got to her room. Grabbing the bear along with the blanket that lay’s on her bed.

Walking back in the living room; to see her asleep. Smiling; and tucking her in. I couldn’t help but kiss her forehead.