Loss seemed unconcerned as he shrugged his shoulders, walking up to me to ensure I was safe and secure. I shook him off, waiting for his answer and he sighed. "Look, I can project my form when I want to be seen or not. You just have the gift to see me all the time and the other angels." he replied, plopping down on my couch. Which reminded me... "What are you here for exactly?" I asked, staring him down. As per usual, Loss looked uninterested, messing with the cushions on my couch instead. I was getting tired of his little games, and the no answering bit. If he kept this up, I was going to smack him. Loss sighed when he realized that I wasn't going to budge from this question no matter what, and he sighed, sitting up. "I'm your Guardian, Josie, yes this is true. But I'm also on a mission to find someone, before the others do first." he replied, face serious, voice somber. The way he said others sent a chill down my spine and I tried to hide it, busying
When I had calmed down, I rinsed myself off, slipping into a robe, and scrubbing the water out of my hair. I heard a knock at the door, and then Loss opening it, as voices were exchanged, and then one leaving. As I stepped out of the restroom, I could see Loss fixing the table for the both of us to eat, the delicous smell of pizza hitting me. My stomach grumbled, and I walked to the chair, sitting across from him. He flashed a smile at me, and I timidly smiled back. "Are you okay?" he asked, placing his warm hand on mine. "Yes, I wanted to thank you for helping me." I replied, holding his hand. "I've come to realize that maybe I shouldn't leave you out of my sight after all. I mean, I;m not supposed to leave at all, but you were asking for alot of information I can't give at this time." he explained. I nodded, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza from the box, and eating it, the hot cheese burning my mouth. He smiled softly though, handing me a cup that looked l
I had alot of questions I wanted to ask him. Needed to because there was no way I was uprooting my life with no explaination. And I think he saw that look in my eyes, because he gave me the run down on what was going on with everything. There was a war brewing and it all started wiht a missing demoness princess. She had allied with the fallen angels, and even some halflings (the offspring of humans and angels) that were wanting revenge on the angels. "There's something corrupt going on over there in Heaven as well." Loss commented, and he disappeared before reappearing. "I got you some tickets, I think we should move south from here as they're going ot try to stay away from the more south regions." he said, as he began to pack up my items, materializing a suitcase from thin air. "Why are they attacking though?" I asked, feeling my eye twitch a bit. "They got tired of waiting and decided to take matter into their own hands." he replied, and honestly, I got their vi
My eyes flash open, and there's a pain in my chest that makes it difficult for me to breathe. Using muscle memory, I yank down the glove compartment, and search desperately for the blue inhaler I keep stored in there. Nothing but papers, and straws are in there, and I press the palm of my hand to my chest, trying to apply pressure so I can breathe better. Warm hands touch me, and I flinch, wheezing a bit. It's Loss, and last night's events crash down on me, and he looks confused and concerned. "Inhaler..." I gasp out, and his face changes as he places his warm hands on under my breasts. A rush of warmth heats up, and I flinch away in case it gets too hot. But it doesn't; it stays the same heat, and gradually, breathing becomes easier. When he see the lack of strain on my face, he removes his hands. "Are you okay?" he asks, tucking a strand of my hair away from my face. "Yeah sorry, I had a asthma attack. It started because of my nightmare..." I trailed off, th
Loss must have heard the noise I made, because he was inside the bathroom at once. When he saw me dazed, and looking at nothing, he dashed towards me, slowly pulling me away from the wall. I didn't realize the hot water had turned cold, but my teeth chattered, and Loss wrapped a giant fluffy towel around me, squeezing the water out of my hair. That little action made me realize that I was cold, and very much so; shivers went through my body, and I clung to the towel as I tried to re-heat myself. Loss sensing my sudden movements, took a deep breath, and then the whole bathroom was filled with warmth, and a strange smell of smoke. I felt myself relax, then sniffed my arm in case the smell of smoke was on me. It wasn't thankfully, and Loss reached around me to lift me up and carry me. I protested, trying to move from his grasp, but he shot me a look, and I relented, muttering curse words to myself. We made it back into my room, and I waited for him to place
I felt like I couldn't breathe, the wheezing sounds coming from my harsh breathing. I felt that I was flat on my back, Loss's hands pressed on my face as he tried to make sure I didn't choke on my tongue. But I was hot and Loss was an open flame. I pushed him away, struggling to talk. My tongue felt fat, and lazy, and I wondered if I had bitten down on it. Loss is saying something, but the pounding in my ears shuts him out. And then suddenly the heat expands to the center of my chest running down to my belly. This calms me, and I begin to breathe slowly, and evenly. My tongue doesn't feel like a giant sponge anymore, and I sit up, the world swaying a bit. Loss is there again, and he helps me up, careful to not touch me as much in case I freak out again. He tenses up, and I look up at him confused. Since meeting him, I've never seen Loss get angry. He was calm, and collected, sometimes teasing. But there were flames dancing in his eyes, and his teeth greeted as blac
I am not strong. Those are my thoughts, as I lug Loss into the back of his car. He's so big, he just barely fits into the backseat; I have to bend his knees to be able to close the door. Once inside of the driver's side, I blow the hair off my face, shaking hands struggling to get into the ignition. I start the car, and peel out. I have no idea where we're going, but far from here sounds pretty good to me. We're in Tacoma, Washington, and it's about to snow. I have the windshield wipers going, and I'm driving at a much slower pace. People behind me start to honk, but I wave them off to go around me; I'm not about to risk my life for the sake of others. Loss doesn't wake up, though he does snore so loud, it vibrates the car. And on the plus side, he emits heat, so I don't even have to have the heater on. I decide that the best place to stay would either be a hotel or motel. The events of today have exhausted me, and I rub my dry eyes. When my stomach growls,
As I sleep, blue fog turns black and red all around me. The background is nothing but blank space that's turning gray. I take a step forward, noticing a form sitting on the ground, back to me. As I near it, I place my hand on the person's back, feeling the heat from him going into my hand. He turns, a perplexed expression on his face. "Loss!" I say, throwing my arms around him. He seems surprised, as he hugs me back gently, the flat of his palm sliding up and down on my back. It's a comforting touch, and I bury myself deeper in him; Loss is someone safe. "Josie? Are you okay?" he asks, pulling slightly back as he tries to get a good look at me. I don't know what he'll see if he does, and I feel myself shrink away from his gaze. "Is Amon dead?" he asks, and I shake my head no. He takes a quick breath, but says nothing. "I stabbed him with the holy stone." I said, and instantly Loss grabbed ahold of my hands, staring at my palms. I felt my fa