The Angel and The Devil

Desire is an angel. Nessie is a devil. Neither of them fit where their supposed to. But when a chance encounter brings them together, they can't help but notice their similarities. Becoming best friends, they decide to switch titles- and lives. But the punishment if their discovered is as severe as it can get. Will they be able to keep their secret or will they be shunned by their families for the rest of their lives?


17. Sometimes, I Just Hate People

Desire's Point of View:

  D'Ablo is silent after I finished my story. It's making the car ride awkward. Then I realize a cop car is trailing us. I mutter a cuss word under my breath and sink into my seat as D'Ablo pulls over.

  "I was speeding or something. They couldn't possibly know it was you in the car," He whispers and I nod waiting for the cop to come to D'Ablo's car. My heart jumps into my throat as the police man walks up with a gun in his hand.

  "Outta the car!" He barks and I open the door. He stares at me and nods, "Yep, you're the girl. Put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest."

  The policeman calls for back up to come and put hand cuffs on D'Ablo as the policeman puts on mine, "D'Ablo, don't fight."

  "But Des-"

  "Don't fight," I say in a stern tone.

  The policeman forces us into the back of his cop car. I stare out the window and D'Ablo stays quiet. I guess he's thinking about what will happen when we get there. When we get outside a giant building, the cop calls someone. I look up.

  The cop gets us out of the cars and he takes me down a hallway. Right as two hall ways merge, they drag D'Ablo away. Just as I'm about to protest, they open a door and I see Nessie sitting a chair. I realize she's okay. It's enough to make me cry.

  "Hey, Ness," I say in a happy voice as I sit down next to her. One of the detectives gives me a look. I smile and wink at him.

  "You must be Desire," He says and I laugh.

  "Or am I Nessie?" I nudge my head toward Ness, "I mean, we fooled you before."

  The man slaps me across the face, "You should learn how to hold your tounge."

  I look over at Ness's suprised face, "Des! Are you okay?"

  I smile at her and nod, "Yeah, I'm fine."

  The detective shakes his head and looks at me, "I'm Dennis Howel, but you can call me Mr. Howel. I'm a detective here at the immortal prison."

  I snort, "I could tell that."

  "You're under a lot of different acussations," He says, "More than Nessie over here. You're looking at the death sentence, Nessie is looking at a maximum of 20 years."

  I stare forward with a blank expression. The death sentence could end my life. They work fast, too, meaning I could be dead in at least 6 months. I decide not to show anything but staying strong.

  "Apparently, angel's are less forgiving then devils," I say. Nessie is looking at me, still probably realizing what's going to happen to me.

  "True. Very true," Mr. Howel says, "Devils are more forgiving than angels because they don't have as much as a reputation to keep."

  "You guys have the same eyes," Nessie blurts out and I look at her with a what-did-you-just-say-even-though-it's-sort-of-true look, "You did have the same hair color to before she dyed it."

  I look up to him and he gives me a hard look.

  "No," I say in a serious voice, "We're nothing alike."


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