The man in front of me laughs, a loud clear noise, like a bell. He looks at me smirking in a knowing way.
"You didn't really think you could hide from him did you? I know you; I know you're smarter than that." I turn my back to him as the tears begin cascading down my face.
"Shut up, Michael, and just go. Just go, tell him you've found me." I mumble quietly. He shakes his head and laughs louder.
"Wait until he finds out about what you've been doing. Or rather who I suppose." He says with an almost sympathetic smile, "Lucifer's own angel, fallen from grace."
Months Earlier:
He is already there, waiting for me. I smile slightly at him and continue walking past him. I don't hear his steps, but I know he is following. I throw open the car door and slam it shut. I glance over at the passenger seat and he is already sitting in it. I roll my eyes at him and turn the key in the ignition.
"I would ask you about your day, if I cared a little more." He says with a slight grin.
"Oh shut it will ya?" I say with a chuckle. I see him roll his eyes and grin. He turns the radio all the way up and sings along to the Ozzy Osbourne song that just started playing.
Mr. Crowley…What went on in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley. Did you talk to the dead?
"Didn't you say something about someone named Crowley the other day?"
He shrugs and grins slightly,
"Just another guy who works for me."
I nod slightly and tap my hands against the steering wheel in time to the beat. I glance at him out of the corner of my eyes and smirk, shaking my head. He turned his head and grinned back at me, a smile that sent chills through my spine.
Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic; With the thrill of it all. Yea you waited on Satan's call... Mr. Charming.
"So what's on this afternoon's schedule?" I ask, turning my attention back to the road. Out of the corner of my eyes I see him shrug his shoulders.
"Well we have the apartment to ourselves…" He says his voice hopeful.
"That doesn't mean anything and you know it. We always have the apartment to ourselves." I roll my eyes and shake my head in mock disappointment. He chuckles and holds up his hands in defeat.
"It's because I'm ugly isn't it? No it's not, I mean, obviously. Is there someone else then? Nah, not likely."
"Clearly it's not because you're the fallen Moring Star of Heaven or anything like that." He rolls his eyes and laughs darkly at that one.
"Obviously not. I see you're face whenever a villain turns up on a TV screen. You're totally attracted to the glamour of evil." It's my turn to roll my eyes and grin at him. He looks back and smirks, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"It would be fun. I promise I'll be gentle. The first time 'round anyways. That's beside the point though." I laugh loudly and shake my head.
"Talk about temptation much."
"Well it is my job you know."
"You and I both know that is the farthest thing from the truth." I say vehemently. He looks at me and flashes a rare smile of true tenderness. My heart aches for him as he sighs and turns back to look out the window.
"So about the apartment…"