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The Saved and the Damned

Mystery Meat

The sun was never one to wake me. Heaven always had light. So what woke me up that morning? The sun had barely risen and the curtains were still closed. It certainly wasn’t that I had had enough sleep. I was exhausted. It was a nagging feeling. Something pulling at me. I sat up and looked around the empty hotel room. Nothing was there. The TV buzzed slightly but that wasn’t it. I stepped onto the carpet. Feeling the course fabric in between my toes. I gently stood and felt the cool breeze on my bare legs and arms. I felt goose bumps, but it was from the nagging feeling. What was it?

I stood in the center of the room scanning the area that I could. Without any Angel senses I was blind. But I knew that feeling. That nagging feeling that no Angel should ever have to feel. Demons were close. Of course they were close. Why would they just leave me alone? What made me think that this was going to be an easy job? It couldn’t have been a real demon although. It was too early. They loved to play with their food. Make them squirm. The demon would only come out to play when they saw that I was winning.

I shook it off and went into the bath room feeling a need I never felt before. I flushed the toilet and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked so dull without the light of Heaven. I gave no smile to myself. I looked at the only thing left of Heaven on me. I stared at the cracked halo in shock. I tried to touch it but I couldn’t grasp at the object. Why was it cracked? I had done nothing wrong. I had thought nothing against Heaven.

I told myself it would heal and I walked back into the main room. I slipped on the pants and boots and was about to pull the shirt over my head when I could smell the sweat on it. I couldn’t wear it twice. But what would I wear? I walked out into the hallway of the hotel in just an under shirt when a woman passed by.

“Excuse me, I don’t have any shirts to wear. Do you know where I can buy some?” I asked.

She shriveled her nose at me and walked on. I stopped her again, but this time by standing in front of her. “Listen, I don’t care who you fucked last night but don’t come crying to me about it.” She said then put her hand up as if to push me out of the way.

“I asked politely.” I said putting my hand on hers. “Where can I buy some shirts?”

Her eyes softened and she released her grip on me. “I have some you can chose from. I’ll just buy new ones.” She said then walked to her room which was right next to mine and handed me a bag. “You can keep them.” She smiled.

I took the bag and walked into my room. “I should take it easy on the Angel thing.” I muttered pulling out various types of shirts.

I pulled out a black shirt that had white roses covering it. It was a tank top. It was kind of lose on me but it fit fine. I adjusted it and tousled my hair just in time to hear a knock on the door. Was it the woman wanting her shirts back? Well too bad. She had nice clothes. I opened the door to a tall rock star. I smirked and leaned against the door frame.

“Stalking me?” I laughed.

“No, I just asked the guy at the front what room you were in.” Andy smiled at me. “So I was wondering if you like to take a tour of LA?”

“Hmm…” I thought about it even though I already knew my answer. “Why not?” I shrugged and shut the door to my hotel room and followed Andy to the street.

I stepped onto the busy sidewalk behind Andy. He held my hand through the thick parts when people were squished together. And walked at my side when we had enough room to do so. A smell soon rose in the air that made my stomach growl. Andy looked at me with a smirk on his face. He walked up to a truck that had people eating around it and asked the man for two specials. Whatever that meant. The man in the truck handed Andy two paper plates. Andy took one and gave the other to me after giving the man money.

“Are you allergic to any known meat and or spice?” Andy asked.

I shook my head looking at the food in my hands. It looked like a tortilla with a bunch of other stuff mixed on top of it. “Not that I know of.” I said still looking over the food that was placed in my hands.

“Good, eat up.” Andy smiled taking a bite out of the food.

I scrunched my nose and ate it how he did. I was surprised by how it tasted. It was far too good to look that bad. Heaven was missing out on something wonderful. “What is it?” I asked, my mouth full of food.

“Never had tacos?” Andy asked shocked. “Who raised you?!”

“Someone who was very sheltered.” I said taking another bite.

“Food trucks are my life when we’re on tour in LA, or Vegas. The problem is you never know what kind of meat you’re getting. I’m surprised it hasn’t killed me yet.” He said.

We both stood on the street corner finishing our food. We watched the people walking by and Andy continued to make remarks on how they walked or dressed. Not making fun of them really but more like…making me laugh. Once I finally finished picking at the last remaining parts of meat the nagging feeling came over me again. Like someone was watching. But it was stronger. I turned my head fast trying to see if there was anything there.

“Something wrong?” Andy asked placing a hand on my shoulder.

I continued to scan the crowd before responding. “N…no. It was nothing.” I didn’t look at him until my next sentence. “You said that there was an art museum.” I smiled.

He chuckled and started to take me to the art museum. I looked back to still see nothing. This was a dangerous demon. He wanted to play. Now.

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