Original Sin

"I hadn’t slept a wink that night. The scene that surrounded me was complete chaos. Teens scrambling to get home before their parents realized they had been drinking all night. The house was a mess, toilet paper everywhere."

Being fallen is the easiest job in the world for Leo and, let's face it, all fallen angels. Leading ordinary humans into a life of sin with no regret? Piece of cake! It's just part of the job.

However, when Leo meets his next job at a party, things start getting weird, which is pretty damn weird for a fallen angel, all things considered. Then Leo loses his best friend. And now, someone's gotta pay!


5. Chapter 5

How to dress formally but causal in just a few easy steps:

Step 1- Take away the “formally”

Step 2- Well, done.

There was no way in hell I was going to a fallen angel reunion in a tuxedo. Jeans and a printed tee of some girl only half dressed would do. Let’s face it, that is what most of them will be wearing.

Pulling out my phone, I found Alice’s address. Not far from here at all. It gave me time to walk passed the cemetery. Karla’s original body had been laid to rest there. Not that we had ever visited it. No need to. Why pay your respects for someone who you saw every day?

Well, I guess right now it meant something. I couldn’t see her. Couldn’t talk to her. It still hurt, even though it had been two months. I thought I would have gotten over her by now. Turns out I was sorely mistaken…

I continued to Alice’s house. Knocking on the front door, I noticed the sweet, red rose bushes, one each side of the house. One was visible older than the other and in much better shape than the youngest.

A sweet, old lady opened the door. “Good, gracious!” she exclaimed as her eyes moved to my top. “Diane Rose Nightingale, what have I warned you about your choice in boys?” she yelled into the house. She then turned to me. “Sorry, but Diane has a terrible bout of gastro and won’t be able to attend one of your absurd party shenanigans.”

“Nana, that isn’t Diane’s boyfriend,” Alice told her nana, coming done the staircase, most likely from her room, where she may or may not have changed. Always good thoughts before taking a girl to a reunion where her life will change for the worst. My smile widen, the cheeky grin making a return.

“Alice, please tell me that isn’t your boyfriend. I already have problems with Diane’s life choices,” her nana pleaded.

Alice laughed at her nana. “Nana, it’s okay. He is just a work acquaintance.” Nice save, Alice. I thought, my eyes scanning over her clothes. Casual. Says, “I’m fun but not available”. We can change that. No, we will change that.

“Leo, would you like to come in?” Alice asked. Her nana, who was obviously less than impressed, made her way back up the staircase and headed into another room. A door slammed.

“Diane,” came a female voice from further in the house. “Have you upset your nana again?”

A woman appeared from an entryway behind the stares, wiping her hands with a tea towel.

“Oh, Alice,” the woman, who looked an awful lot like Alice and her nana, gasped, surprised.

“I don’t think Nana is too impressed with my friend Leo here,” Alice told the woman.

The woman extended her hand, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Hi, I am Anna Tucson. And your name is?”

“Oh, Leo,” I told her, shaking her hand firmly. She gave my hand a warning squeeze and I looked at her facial features again. It may have just been me, but she seemed to be looking at me as if to warn me without alarming Alice.

“I’m just going to get my handbag,” Alice said, making her way up the stairs. I watched, waiting for her to tell me to come up. Don’t leave me with your psychotic mother. You can’t get any more inhumane! I thought, all the while smiling nervously at Anna. Anna looked at me, smile still on her face, yet it lost some warmth. When her daughter was out of earshot she spoke in a deliberately cold, slow, scary tone. “I know what you are. I swear to God if you hurt her in anyway, you won’t live to regret it. Do you understand?”

“I beg your pardon?” I Responded, surprised at this fragile women’s courage.

“I will protect my family from your kind. I don’t have any problems as long as you don’t make any unnecessary problems. Understood?”

I stood up and walked over to her. Gone were my nerves, anger in their place. “I’ll do what I want, darl. Ain’t nothin you can do to stop it. And guess what? I don’t think you have a choice in what your daughter’s do. Or you would have stopped Alice from leaving and Diane wouldn’t be the way she is. Their actions will end them. I, like all my kind as you so put it, are only temptation. Don’t you believe Alice can resist me on her own?”

Alice was making her way down the stairs at that point. Her mother moved to the kitchen, taking her tea towel with her.

“Have fun, darling.” She told Alice. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

I wasn’t sure if that was a hint or a joke. Did Alice already know what I was? No. She wouldn’t have come then would she? Stuck in here like her mother and Nana. Unless she didn’t want to be a good girl. But why would she stop her sister? All these thoughts raced through my head.

“Are you ready to go?” Alice asked. I nodded. I held my hand out until she took it and we made our way past the front door. “So you know my dad,” she prompted.

“Yeah, old friends,” I told her.

“Fair enough. Is that why you got him to ask me to this function?” She questioned.

I laughed. Smart cookie. “Something like that. At least I’m not a complete stranger.”

“The fact that the last time I saw you was in a place where everyone, my sister included, was either high or wasted, I’m pretty sure I would rather a stranger,” she told me.

“Some were both,” I told her. Cue cheeky smile.

“What were you, Leo?” she asked, seriously. This was starting to feel more like an interrogation.

“Bit of both,” I told her.

“And where are we going?” she asked.

“Well, I can’t ruin the surprise, can I?” With that we continued walking. And she continued to interrogate me.

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