‹ Prequel: The Blank Book
Angel
Angel
They looked around, not knowing what to expect. They found themselves in some kind of meadow or something. There were vibrant flowers dotting the grass and there was a big willow tree in the middle of it. A girl who looked to be in her early teens was sitting near it, resting her chin on her hand and staring out towards the forest that ringed around half the meadow.
It was afternoon and the sun was shining brightly, but it wasn't too hot. Uncertainly Billie, Mike, and Tré walked over towards the girl, curious. She looked up when they drew close to her.
She had piercing blue eyes and long dirty blonde hair that she wore down. Her skin was fair and flawless. She seemed to glow. The girl stood up and the three took a step back, surprised.
"Hi, I'm Angel," the girl said quietly, looking down nervously.
Billie shut his mouth which had been hanging open while he continued staring at her wings and stuttered, "Wh-who and what are you? And what do you want?"
Angel smiled, "Like I already said, my name's Angel, or at least it is now. And I guess you could call me an angel, though technically I'm not. I just look like pictures of them in your world. But, I bet you want to know who I am. I am Veldenbarr's daughter."
At his name, Mike tensed up and Billie's face displayed a look of rage. His skin started to change and horns grew out of his forehead. His eyes glowed red fiercely as he narrowed them, glaring at her.
"Your father killed my friend," Billie snarled, "He is lucky to still be here right now. Now I'm going to kill you." He opened the earth underneath Angel's feet. She gently flapped her wings and stayed afloat above the crack. Billie threw fire up at her but it went right through her.
"I'm already dead," she whispered, a sad look in her eyes, "I died a year ago, on this day, September 10th, not that long after Veldenbarr died."
Billie paused and he returned to his human form. He suddenly broke down, much to his friend's surprise.
Mike tried comforting him, "Come on, what's wrong?"
"I just can't take it," Billie sobbed.
"What?" Mike asked, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Everything. My dad's death, you being all depressed, being back here again when there's so many bad memories..." he trailed off.
Angel gently alighted on the ground in front of him and put a hand on his arm. Billie felt warmth spread from it and felt a little better. He stopped crying looked up at her.
"I bet you're dad's in heaven right now," she whispered, "and you'll see him again, after you die, I'm sure. You're a good person and I bet he's proud of you."
Billie sniffed before wiping his nose roughly with his hand. He wiped it on his pants, muttering a "thanks," to Angel. She then turned to Mike, and said sternly, "And you should stop blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault. Think about it, did you want to hurt Billie and Tré? Did you enjoy it then and now? If you could've done anything to stop it, would you've? And did you try your best to stop it?"
Mike was silent for a moment. "I guess you're right, I didn't really do anything wrong." He smiled a genuine smile for the first time in ages.
Angel seemed satisfied. "Well there, that wasn't so hard. So do you trust me now or do I have to tie you up in order for you to hear me my story?"
"We trust you now!" Tré exclaimed. He was happy now. Both his friends were happy so now he could joke around again... and annoy Billie!
Billie and Mike nodded their agreement.
"Well..." she began.
It was afternoon and the sun was shining brightly, but it wasn't too hot. Uncertainly Billie, Mike, and Tré walked over towards the girl, curious. She looked up when they drew close to her.
She had piercing blue eyes and long dirty blonde hair that she wore down. Her skin was fair and flawless. She seemed to glow. The girl stood up and the three took a step back, surprised.
"Hi, I'm Angel," the girl said quietly, looking down nervously.
Billie shut his mouth which had been hanging open while he continued staring at her wings and stuttered, "Wh-who and what are you? And what do you want?"
Angel smiled, "Like I already said, my name's Angel, or at least it is now. And I guess you could call me an angel, though technically I'm not. I just look like pictures of them in your world. But, I bet you want to know who I am. I am Veldenbarr's daughter."
At his name, Mike tensed up and Billie's face displayed a look of rage. His skin started to change and horns grew out of his forehead. His eyes glowed red fiercely as he narrowed them, glaring at her.
"Your father killed my friend," Billie snarled, "He is lucky to still be here right now. Now I'm going to kill you." He opened the earth underneath Angel's feet. She gently flapped her wings and stayed afloat above the crack. Billie threw fire up at her but it went right through her.
"I'm already dead," she whispered, a sad look in her eyes, "I died a year ago, on this day, September 10th, not that long after Veldenbarr died."
Billie paused and he returned to his human form. He suddenly broke down, much to his friend's surprise.
Mike tried comforting him, "Come on, what's wrong?"
"I just can't take it," Billie sobbed.
"What?" Mike asked, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Everything. My dad's death, you being all depressed, being back here again when there's so many bad memories..." he trailed off.
Angel gently alighted on the ground in front of him and put a hand on his arm. Billie felt warmth spread from it and felt a little better. He stopped crying looked up at her.
"I bet you're dad's in heaven right now," she whispered, "and you'll see him again, after you die, I'm sure. You're a good person and I bet he's proud of you."
Billie sniffed before wiping his nose roughly with his hand. He wiped it on his pants, muttering a "thanks," to Angel. She then turned to Mike, and said sternly, "And you should stop blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault. Think about it, did you want to hurt Billie and Tré? Did you enjoy it then and now? If you could've done anything to stop it, would you've? And did you try your best to stop it?"
Mike was silent for a moment. "I guess you're right, I didn't really do anything wrong." He smiled a genuine smile for the first time in ages.
Angel seemed satisfied. "Well there, that wasn't so hard. So do you trust me now or do I have to tie you up in order for you to hear me my story?"
"We trust you now!" Tré exclaimed. He was happy now. Both his friends were happy so now he could joke around again... and annoy Billie!
Billie and Mike nodded their agreement.
"Well..." she began.