Angels of Los Angeles

Amynta McNair is a seventeen year old born and raised in Aberdeen. She got a scholarship to one of the best all-girls' schools in England, and hates the thought of having to spend her summer holidays in the soaring temperatures of Los Angeles. She soon feels comfortable hanging out with her stepbrother and his friends, but things take a weird and Amynta finds herself hunted by the Archangel Gabriel. And who or what exactly is her father?

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5. Chapter Five

The party is at this huge mansion that belongs to the parents of some guy on Ben’s course. As we walk up the driveway, people are turning up in droves and I notice that not all of them look as though they are still in High School like me. “What’s she doing here?” Melissa suddenly shouts.

“Who?” I follow her gaze to find a dark haired girl stood by the fountain in the middle of the garden, talking to a couple of people that I assume are her friends.

“My sister, Angelica. She’s still in High School.”

“So am I.”

“Yeah but you’re not a Freshman, this is a taste of what you have to look forward to.”

“Ok.” I respond slowly as she walks across shouting her sisters’ name. I watch as they argue before her sister and her friends leave the grounds and Melissa walks back over to us. “Are they going home?”

“She’d better.” Melissa tells us. “Come on, I think Ben’s somewhere inside.” We follow her through the front door and into this vast open hallway. There’s a marble staircase that goes up and round a little to the left, and an archway underneath that leads into the Kitchen. We keep following Melissa until we spot Ben standing at the sink, and he’s surround by ten other people, two of whom I already knew. “This is Courtney, Madison, Kayla, Oscar, Andy, Lance, Becca, Tina and you already know Aaron and Michael.” Melissa introduces the people standing before me.

“So you’re Ben’s stepsister?” Oscar asks as he brings his bottle up to his mouth.

“That’s the name Mum gave me,” I say. “Ben’s Stepsister, has a certain ring to it don’t you think?” the group laughs.

“I like her.”

“Easy, Oscar.” Ben says putting his hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “She just got into town, and she doesn’t know you as well as the rest of us yet.” Oscar puts on a mock hurt expression before drinking from the bottle he’s holding.

“Here.” Melissa says, thrusting a red plastic cup into my hand.

“What is it?” I ask though I don’t really have to; it’s a university party which means it’s not going to be fruit juice. I take a sip of something warm and wet masquerading as beer and find space on the side for the cup.

We stay in the kitchen for an hour, with me listening to everyone talk about how last term went, before we move outside where I find that everyone except me and Michael smoke. I stand right on the edge of the circle trying not to move downwind of the smoke, and hoping that I don’t look like too much of a div trying not to breathe in second hand smoke. “Hey, Amynda,” Melissa says, putting out her cigarette. “Come over here.” I look around at the group and see that five of them are still smoking.

“I’ll wait until they’re done.”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugs and turns to talk to Ben. I decide to head inside, and try to find a bathroom in the mansion. The music is blaring as I walk through the hundreds of people standing around talking to each other; to people they probably won’t see again until the new term starts.

I’m thankful for the fact that I can breathe again when I get upstairs. But I still have no idea were the bathroom is, so I just wander aimlessly around hoping someone will take pity and show me where it is. As I walk upto a door someone walks out and I find myself soaked in Beer. “Sorry.” A voice says to me. I look up and find a pair of dark eyes looking down at me. He steps back a little and holds out his hand. “Gabriel.”

“Amynta.” I tell him as we shake hands. “I just got here.”

“Here? Or LA?” he asks with a chuckle.

“LA. Mum just got married, so I get to spend my summer holidays in the sun.”

“Let me guess, you’re looking for the bathroom.” Gabriel says suddenly. I nod. “It’s this door.” He points behind him. I turn to the left when I hear footsteps coming towards us, and I see Michael. He stops when he reaches us and stares intently at Gabriel. “Michael.”

“Gabriel.” I watch as they stare at each other.

“Do you two know each other?” I ask looking from one to the other.

“We’re brothers.” Michael tells me. He keeps his gaze on Gabriel. “Ben sent me to find you.” He tells me.

Michael turns on his heel and I start to follow him, but am stopped by Gabriel. “I’ll see you around sometime.” He tells me as he walks off in the opposite direction. I turn back and head back downstairs to find the others. Luckily, I found them still in the garden though no longer smoking. Michael has gone back to Ben’s side – unsurprisingly – and Melissa is sat on his knee. The others are either sat on stone benches, or they’re stood up and leaning on the water fountain.

“There you are!” Melissa shrieks as she spots me and waves me over. “Sit there.” She moves from Bens knee, to the space next to him and points to the seat next Michael.

Michael doesn’t even blink when I sit down, he just sits there with the blankest look on his face. “We were just talking about school.” Ben says. “You didn’t miss much.” I nod in acknowledgement and listen to the conversation, which has moved onto where they could take me tomorrow. The Hollywood Sign, The Hollywood Walk of Fame, Disneyland, Santa Monica Pier etc. “Amynta,” I hear Ben say. “did someone spill something on you?”

“Yeah... Gabriel spilt his drink down me.” I say. I only hope that I don’t look too embarrassed. Not that it matters though, because Ben and the others go back to talking.

 

After a couple of hours, we all headed back inside. “Hey,” someone says as they approached me. He’s got a cup in his hand, and by the way that he’s walking I can tell that he absolutely rat arsed. “How about you and me find somewhere more private.” He tells me. He’s up close to me and I can feel his breath soiling my neck. I edge away from him and turn to look him in the eye.

“I’m seventeen.” I say, watching as his face falls and he walks off in the opposite direction. I carry on to the living room where I find the rest of the group sat on the floor in a circle. Melissa ushers me over, and tells me to take a seat between her and Olivia. As I sit, I realise that I am sat directly opposite Michael. “What are we playing?” I ask the group around me.

“Spin the bottle.” Tina replies. “Each person spins the bottle and whoever it-”

“-lands on they have to kiss.” I cut her off. “Yeah, I know how to play it.” Susanna decided that she would have everyone play the game at her fifteenth birthday party; her plan was for the bottle to land on Ian Wilkins so that she could have her first kiss with him, in reality though it landed on Spotty Scotty. She spent the rest of half term exaggerating the truth, saying that it took her three days to wash the spit residue off her.

“Ok,” Melissa says. “Ben, you start off.” Ben leans over and spins the bottle in the centre. When it stops, it lands on Olivia to the dismay of Melissa. When their kiss last longer than five minutes, she pulls Ben away and it becomes clear that he is definitely with the wrong girl. “Olivia, your turn.”

I’m thankful that as the others spin, the bottle avoids me. Well, until Michael spins it that is. I stare at the bottle, willing it to smash but nothing happens. Why did I have to come to this stupid party, I could have just asked Ben to take me back to the house. “Go on Michael,” Ben says. “You spun and it landed on her.”

“You either kiss her or forfeit.” Tina tells him. I look back at Michael, he doesn’t want to kiss me anymore than I want to kiss him. The group is silent, everyone is just sat watching the two of us.

“It’s fine,” I say finally. “I mean don’t you think we’re a bit old for this game anyway?” I look around the circle. “I mean you’re all in Uni and I’m applying. Spin the bottle is a kid’s game.”

“Where’s this chick from?” Andy asks. “College is about being irresponsible. About being young.”

“Actually, for those that go to university it’s a bridge between being a teenager and being an adult.” I correct him. “It’s about learning how to survive without your parents.” Everyone stares at me in a deafening silence. When no one speaks, I make up an excuse and leave the circle.

I head for the front garden and find a seat on one of the stone benches at the side. It’s starting to get dark, and the lights on the front lawn. I’m sat on the bench for five minutes when I suddenly sense the presence of someone else. I turn to my right, and find Gabriel sitting next to me. “Hi again.” He smiles at me.

“What is it with Michael?” I ask, before realising that it wasn’t the most pertinent thing to say to him.

“We’re brothers,” he replies, still smiling. “brothers are supposed to fight aren’t they?”

“So, you two had a fight?”

“Sort of. It’s really a long story.” He turns and looks ahead. We sit there and watch as people come and go from the house. “It’s amazing how they merely take notice of their own miserable lives.” Gabriel says.

My eyes widen as I turn my head slowly up to look at him. “What are you talking about?” he looks me in the eye.

“Some of them will die by tomorrow morning.” I turn my head sharply towards the house and stand up. I take a few steps forward, and turn back to Gabriel.

“Why are some of them going to die?”

“Father asked me to kill them.” He stands up and walks towards me. My legs are glued to the spot, so I can’t move. He smiles at me again, before reaching out and taking hold of the crucifix around my neck. “He likes to see.” He says as he turns it around.

“How do you know what Jesus likes and dislikes?” I ask as he steps back.

“He is my brother.”

I laugh. “That’s impossible.” I tell him, as he turns his back to me. “What are you saying?” he doesn’t respond. Instead he moves further away from me and turns around. Before my eyes, a pair of black wings appears behind him and I look around to see if anyone else is watching but they aren’t, Gabriel was right but they do only care about themselves. “You’re an Angel.” I say.

“Archangel.” He corrects. “As is Michael.”

“But you don’t need to kill them.” I argue. He chuckles at my attempts to reason with him. “They’re students, being self absorbed is part of the job description.” The wings disappear, and his smile fades as he notices something over my shoulder. I turn and follow his gaze and see Michael watching. I turn back to Gabriel, but he’s already flown off.

“Come with me.” Michael says as he walks up to me. When I don’t move, he grabs my arm, and drags me over to a car. He opens the passenger door and I jump in. He closes the door and them gets in the driver’s seat. I watch him in silence as he drives us away from the party. 

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