Aidan Ch2

P.O.V. Sparks


At first I thought this angel was against us, mainly out of sheer prejudice.  I mean, he's got the black wings, the black hair that spikes into his red eyes; well they were red earlier, now their a sort of blueish violet.  I wonder how that works?  Maybe when he's in pain they turn red or something.  Regardless, prejudicing the guy wasn't exactly intellegent of me, mainly seeing as how I have spiky black hair that falls into my eyes and wear all black as well.  Not very original, I know, but it fits me.  

Oh he's wearing these really tight leather pants.  I swear if I wasn't lesbian I'd bang him right now, as we speak.  Hell he's thin enough, and that face, maybe I could talk myself into him being a chick...

Nah, wouldn't happen, but you get my point.  He's beautiful.

And such a twat.  I mean that in the nicest possible way of course, I wouldn't just let any fucker I found bleeding in a park come down here to stay with us in our 'home'.  Hey, don't diss it.  It may be absolute shit, but it's all we've got.  

Well now that you've got an idea of this 'angel' of ours, maybe I can get you to understand why we'd want him on our side.  First off, he can fly.  We really need that to get to the portals that lead from our world to the other, though lugging Tiny into the air may prove pretty difficult.  Secondly, there is no secondly.  At least, not that I know of.  I'm sure this angel's got some pretty trippy shit packed into that clever little head of his though, and to be honest, I'm curious as hell to see what it is.  Thirdly, yes there's a thirdly, I just like the bastard.  He seems like the brother I never had.  I like how he thinks.  Actually, to be quite honest, we think basically the same way.  Trust me, I know.  I can hear every word that passes through his subconcious.  Me and Aidan, we're gonna be pals.

I think him and Tiny'll get along just fine too.  Tiny's a big brute but he's got a big heart once you get down to it.  The only problem is getting down to it.  As of right now, him and Aidan'll be at each other's throats.  I'm not sure which one to be worried for.

And now we're left with Melissa, my woman.  Mel, to put it simply, is an egotistical cunt.  I fucking love her, but only because she loved me first.  If Mel doesn't like you, there's no way you'll get along.  Aidan, I don't know, I have a feeling that she's not going to take too well to the guy.  He isn't gonna like that too much, but sucks for him and sucks for her.  They're both here to stay.

Now back to our pridecament, as Aidan likes to think of it.  Here's all I know:

1. For some reason, no idea why, the creatures of the other world desperately want to escape from their own world into this one.

2. They want us to move out before they move in.

3. By moving out they mean that they want us dead.

4. Two angels have fallen; one to aid each world.  

5. One angel will die.  

6. There is no six, not that I know of anyways, so I'm using this space to tell you how I have come to know this information.  I heard it through a portal.  Some creature on the other side was thought speaking to a vamipire named Ambros, telling him of their need to escape from their world into this one.  The portal closed before I could get all of the details, but I was connected long enough to hear the above.  I wasn't sure of its truth until the angel fell from the sky.  All I can hope for is now is that Aidan survives.

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P.O.V. Aidan


Okay, I think I've done a pretty damn good job so far about not bitching about how much goddamn pain I'm in after falling.  Since I've been such a good boy, is it so much to ask for the person who tends my wounds to not be an utter bitch?  I mean fuck! This Mel chick is something else.  I just don't understand how her and Sparks, who never seems to stop smiling, could ever find it in their hearts to date each other.  

Let me describe Mel.  She looks completely innocent, but she'd be the first to tell you that her looks are a SCAM!  Shes a complete, all-American grade-A bitch.  And what's worse is she's proud of it in a sort of snide look-down-her-cute-little-nose at you sort of way.  Its dispicable.  Just imagining her makes me sick.  

To make matters worse, I don't even have to imagine her right now.  She's looking-down-her-cute-little-nose at me as we speak.  God I can't take this.  I don't care if she's healing me.  I'd rather lie here, bleeding profusely from just about every inch of skin I have left than have this woman, this thing touching me.  

Okay, maybe I'm being a bit overly-dramatic, but that's just who I am.  Get used to it, cus I'm certanly not going to shut-up anytime soon.  

"How you holding up Aidan?" I look up.  It's Sparks, can't she just read my mind?  Of course she can, she must know I'm throwing my own private little temper tantrum.  Sparks snorts back a laugh, her hazel eyes glittering as she stares into mine.  I take that as confirmation.

"Are you going to answer her?" Mel asks rudely, dabbing none-to-gently at my broken arm.  

"Ow!  Holy fucking hell! What the fu-"

"Mel I need to talk to Aidan," Sparks interjects, shooting down any chance of our future pissing match.  Well, any immediate chance.  I'm sure me and Mel will find a way to fit it in sometime in the near future.

Mel gets up, her violent blue eyes saying what her mouth did not.  The very near future.

"That fucking bitch, what's she thinking!  Tell me!" I practically hiss at Sparks, who just laughs and sits down indian style in front of me.

"Aidan I need to talk to you," Sparks says finally, all laughter dying in her eyes.  Thats not a good sign.

"No, I guess it isn't," she responds, catching me off guard until I remember that she reads minds.

"What is it?" I ask, though talking probably isn't necessary around this chick.

"Um...Okay here goes.  You play a bigger role in this whole war of the worlds thing than you'd expect.  Well actually, you basically decide the entire ending."  

What the hell?  What the hell does she mean by that?

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I ask.

"Here, let me tell you this way," she said, taking her fingers and pressing them gently to the sides of my temples.  A warm, tingling sensation spread throughout my body, centering where her fingers touched my skin, and that's how I came to know that I might have to die for this world.  A world I don't even belong to.  

Fuck, this really sucks.

"Yeah, it does," she breathed, her warm eyes filled with concern.

"So when, where, and how are we getting started?" I ask, no point in brooding over things we can't control.  She looks startled at my sudden change of mood but quickly recovers.

"As soon as you can fly," she responds, eyeing my torn wings.

"I can heal those by tomorrow probably, but that will take a lot of energy so I won't be able to fly for another day."  Sparks looks surprised.

"That soon huh?  Well that's good, the sooner the better.  You'd better start healing.  Anything you need?"  I start to shake my head.

"Can I have a blanket?" I ask, changing my mind.  It was so much hotter in hell, here I can't stop shivering.  How can humans stand it?

Sparks frowns and I think, what did I do?

"Hell?" she asks.  Oh, right, angels and hell don't usually go together do they?

"Yeah, hell.  Long story short, I'm gay."

Sparks nods knowingly and gets up, beckoning to Mel to come back over to me.  Ah shit, I'd really prefer torture at my own hand (I take pride in my trade) than sitting here with Bitch-of-the-Century dressing my wounds.  Sparks looks at me strangly again, stopping in her tracks.

"Torture?"  Oh.  I look back at her.  

"Yeah, torture.  You'll appreciate it when you some vampire gets hungry and lunges at your throat," I respond.  She smiles, visibly relaxing.  Though I'm assuming it was more from feeling my thoughts than it was my answer.  I'm really not a bad guy, well not too terrible anyways.  I can't say that I don't get turned on occasionally if I'm having to torture some completely gorgeous guy, but who doesn't get turned on by that at least a little bit?  Don't lie, you do too.  Yeah, I thought so.

Back to Mel, whose become even less gentle after hearing about my said profession.  Jesus, what did I do to her?  Other than let myself be talked into volenteering to possibly die to save her little world.  Whatever.  Fucking Bitch.