Saints and Sinners

Chapter 8

Amelia looked in on Beth with different eyes even though she was still trying to grasp what was true. Was Beth’s illness, that no one seemed to believe, have something to do with being an angel? She would have to ask Michael. With everything that had been said tonight Amelia had needed time to digest what had been said. She went to get some tea when a paper on the table caught her attention. It was tented to stand up and in a sloppy scrawl was her name. ‘Amelia, I stopped by to check on your hand but Bethany said that you were gone. She looked upset when I arrived. I realize I'm the last person you want around but if you need someone to stay with her while you go out I'm offering my services. If you will come by the office tomorrow so I can take a look at your hand it would be nice. Sincerely, Alex’ Amelia reread the note a few times and each time the only information that stuck out to her was the fact that Bethany had been upset and Amelia hadn't been around for her. It's been a weird few days for her these last couple of days and Amelia was feeling overwhelmed by it all. She grabbed her mug heading to her seat on the porch to try and let everything leave her mind and feel relaxed.

She must have fallen asleep, she told herself as strong hands seemed to massage the tension in her shoulders away. She let out a soft sigh, ‘That feels great,’ she thought she said in a very realistic dream. Whoever was massaging her didn't respond with words but instead their lips brushed against her skin lighting her body up like a raging bonfire. The warm lips stopped and hovered over the nape of her neck. Amelia could feel the warmth of them still despite the slight space. Their breath was short, almost as if they had just gotten done with running a marathon. Amelia felt brave and asked, “Well are you going to continue?” which only elicited a lustfully low groan from whoever was behind her. That's when it came, the searing pain as their lips pressed roughly into the back of her neck. She jerked away to look at her visitor, “You!” she said in a pained whisper. Damien merely laughed, “Ah my Little Angel. Don't look so surprised. I've grown quite intrigued by you and you taste absolutely divine.” he said with a laugh. “Besides you, yourself, didn't want me to stop.” he said with a wink and left.

Amelia bolted awake spilling the last remaining dregs of her tea on her lap. “Damn it.” Amelia cursed and hot pain exploded in her neck. She touched her hand to it and her fingers touched a raised bump. She grabbed her mug and went inside heading for the bathroom. She shut and locked the door grabbing a clip to hold her hair up and a small hand mirror to help her see the back of her neck. She took a deep breath, not shocked by what she found. A pair of lip outlines were seared on her skin but she was worried that if Damien could do this in her dreams what else could he do? Not just him but also Ubel if they could do this to her, what about Bethany? Maybe she should tell Michael everything that had been going on and not just partially. Amelia took a last glance at the mark that marred her flesh. It still felt warm so she ran a cloth under cold water and held it to it while going to try and get some sleep.