Vampire Dreams

Chapter 4

    Angel felt the softness on which she lay and the smell of fresh linen. A soft purr coming from above her head. A damp cloth on her face and warmth of a...hand! Angel snapped her eyes open, let out a scream that would make any B movie queen jealous while simultaneously trying to sit up. Quickly scanning the room, she noticed her clothes across the room on a chair. Suddenly feeling very naked, she pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts. Then she noticed him...dark hair loose and flowing down his back, much longer than she thought it was when they first met. A white T stretched across his muscled chest making no room for anything else. 

    A small ball of fur pounced on the bed grabbing her attention. "Swoop! What are you doing here!?" Looking up into a pair of crystal clear blue eyes, searching for answers, she waited. Deacon sat on the edge of the bed looking as though his world was about to crumble. His strong hands taking hers as if she would break at any moment. "Angel, thank the gods you're alright!" You've been sleeping quite awhile and calling out for Swoop. I found your identification from your purse and brought Swoop here, so you could be together. Couldn't have Swoop on her own." Angel gathered up what strength she could to speak but it came out slightly more audible than a whisper. "What happened? Where am I and how did you get into my apartment? Oh my gosh...that man...the alley! He was going to ra....ra....rape me!!" The tears flowed freely as Deacon held her in his stronger than steel arms. Stroking her hair while whispering that it was all over, while Swoop was not willing to be out done, crawling in between them purring as loudly as a five pound kitten could. 

    "He will never hurt you again Angel, you have my word on that." "But how?" "I was going to see you at the diner, the cashier told me you had left only a few minutes before. I started to walk down the street when I saw that filth grab you. I only regret that I didn't get there before his hands ever touched you." "Um, I feel kind of dirty, I need to shower. Where is the bathroom? "Also, where am I? Shouldn't I be in the hospital or something?" "After I took care of the man who dared to touch you without consent, I felt you were safer here, where I can protect you. You are in my home. You have some minor abrasions and if it helps to ease your mind, I was able to get to you before he could follow through with his plan. I have also taken the liberty of drawing you a bath." "Why should I believe that I am any safer with you? I don't even know your name." 

    Gathering up the sheet, Angel began to slide to the edge of the bed when she was scooped up as if she weighed no more than a feather. "My name is Deacon Johnson, and you are a guest in my home, meaning you will not lift a finger for anything and you are under my protection." "What about that woman, the one at the diner? Won't she mind my being here?" Suddenly getting angry and trying to push herself out of his arms. "You're getting married!" Deacon stopped dead. "Why would I ask you what time you were getting off work if I was getting married?" "I don't know, but I heard you tell that woman that you would be the one at the end of the isle." "Ahhh..my darling Angel, Celine is my sister. She is the one getting married, I am merely the one chosen to be the best man." Immediately, Angel relaxed.

    Deacon carried Angel into an enormous bathroom filled with the scent of lavender and vanilla candles. Rather than set her down, Deacon walked down the steps into the tub fully clothed. He set Angel upon his lap while gently pulling away the sheet exposing Angels' bruised body. Angel instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, trying to hide her imperfections from the perfect man holding her. Deacon looked at Angel and simply took her chin lightly in his hand. "Angel, you are beautiful, never doubt that." As he sponged her skin, Angel became aware of how much pain she was in. Deacon winced at her expression. "I don't want to cause you more discomfort, but the bath will help with some aches and pains." "Why are you being so nice to me? All I did was pour you a cup of coffee." "Don't you know? You are my Angel." Once again, not one to be out done, Swoop launched her tiny body into the tub. Making a tiny splash, meowing as she paddled her way over to Angel. Deacon just smiled. "I guess you are Swoops Angel as well." Angel reached out for the wet ball of fur as she nestled into Deacons' strong chest as he washed the residue of the event off of her body. When finished, Deacon lifted Angel and Swoop out of the tub with ease and set them on the marble counter to dry them. Wrapping Angel in a towel, he gathered Swoop and gently dried her off until she was just damp and fluffy, then turning his attention to Angel. Deacon applied the softest scented pomegranate ginger lotion to her body and brushed her flame red hair with tenderness. Angel could only sit and soak in all of the care and attention that he gave her. 

    Deacon carried Angel and Swoop back to the bedroom where a freshly made bed lay in wait. Deacon placed them in bed, covering each with the greatest of care. Stepping over to the bureau, he stripped off the wet jeans and T, replacing them with sweat pants. Deacon walked over to the other side of the bed, he slid in, placing his arms around an already sleeping Angel. "I will protect you Angel; it is your turn to save me now." Drifting off to sleep, as Swoop snuggled up to Deacon purring, keeping watch over her humans.