Anyone who knows me as well
as I know myself (which would be most of you) will be well
aware; there is some poorly written and deeply unfunny crackfic lurking around
my lap. Top. that I am unreasonable
emnough to inflict on other peeple. It's not really fit for human consumption, but that has never been known to stop
me in the past and I don't see
why it should stop me in the presnt or fUTURE.

So on we go with Angl;e in My Mind - the Seqel.

Weir was I?

Oh yes i ws destitute again just like bfor. I dont know whyy this keps hapening to me I'm soo unlucky and hungary. fore no resaon.

So i went to get my tarow cardds read by a dementored pixy. who had spikie hare stiking out from her head detractring from such a prtty face but suprizingly conservetive cloeths although she looked so rich and welthy. She turnrned over the deth card very frist thing.

"doesn''t that mene a new begining?" i said hopfuly becusea thats what I hopped.

"No, It menes Yore' going to die," she sadi wunderingly. "Of gruseome murder. Ther will be a lot of blud."

Well that wasn't romantirc. I thort she's tell me Id meet a hansdome straner. Thats what you pay for. so I aksed four my mony back and she remnded me I didnt' give her any money. Oh yeh.

"is ther anything I cand o to aviod such a horible evnet? I" gassped.

She shook her dementd hed. "No, i'ts yor destiniy."

"Will their be a handsome strainer involved?"" I asked hre, just to be cllear.

Her eyes went became mysitcal and fawaray.

"Yess, there will," she mumsured.

"Thats somthing to look fourward to then," I said stoiclly. Becusae I can be stoic when the need arieses and I havr to. Also optimistc by lookng on the Mr brightside. I lobve Brendin Flours.

So i left the clarevoyeur's house annd headed for the nerest dark unlit aley to walk down in my verry high helled shoes that drawer a lot of ttention to me buy how loud they arre. I hadnt gone farr when nothning hapened. I hadn't gone any forther when nothign else hapenned either. Itt was as lonely and desserted in the darrk alley as everrywhere else in my liffe so I Started to sing a cherry song whicch I like to do alot I'm by myself. when.

'Do whot you WAnT with my bodie'" I sang i love lady Gogo. I can project my voice so wel and sing aloud anough to wake the dead wen I realy gett going. Andd the allyy had excellnt acoustics with ecco adn everbreation as I sang.

To my compleet and utter amzement sudenly form nowere I wsa grabed from behnid and a srtong hand cricled my throat.

'Do you wnnat to dye?'a man's voice gworled.

Teror istrcken i shuk my heead.

'Then stpo that awrful snging' he inssted.

Not a LADy Googoo fan, ovbiuosly. Mabye hed like seomthing diferent? so then i broke intoo Ldy Marmarlade with the Ffrench bit about voolayvoo coocheecoo avick mwah. sisswah.

'Stop!' he said. Porbaly he ddn't understand the words.

'do you need me to transslate/" I said.

'do you know hwo mchu dangr yor in rihgt now?' he snrled back.

'No but iff you start the frst vrse I can try toi sing along,' I ffered,

The preshur on my throte tigtened and i begun to coufgh like a sick preson. Cofugh cogufh. He shoold let me neck go orr damige my throateseverly. I might loose my gift. No use tryinh to pleed withh him becuase I coludn't make a sound.

Then into my peryfarel vizion stepped a gloriuos site I scarecely beleieved. They say lightening ever stikes twice! Butt it does! The prof was before me! In the form of recsue!

'Wahts going on here? Im caling the piloice!'*Get yior hands of that women! "a streng voice shoted and I woo drecognise ita nywere. A divine hevanly miracel,It was Angle in mY MInd, pale as the grove but stil in my heat. from so long ago when i was previsouly dwontrodden. Shurely Dog lovd me his child! Thats why he sent the shining ravenger!

"You can hav herr," My atackker spat out, proofing he was no mucis lover at all and relesing his gripp. iStumbbled fowrard gratfully.

"You!' I said. to angle.

"Me," he nodedd witch was quiet right.

So hapilly i put my rams around himan dhead on his chest. noticing he had no hartbeat but mine was plenty sifficuent for both of us.

I reely wanted to thnks him for saving my life by with a kiss but frst I needed to know somthing.

"Do you stil hav a grlfrend?'

And then even in the dark dark he expresion was agrieved as he shuk his sadly head.

*NO!" "She dyed. She was murded in a allyeway just like this one an that,s why i,m here - becouse I fell it is my roll to hang around dark unplesant plases making shure girls are saf/" he ansered.

Hmm. I pundered deeply on his relevation. It was ringing a bel within me. and remindng me of - what? something… allusive, on the top of my tongue.

"Was there a lott of (blood?" I said.

"Yes)"

"was it grusome?"

"yes'

A-ha. I was so, clever I figured it out! That silly tarrow gril had read me the wrong fortune! becuse gott me mixed up wirth my Angle's grilfriend! Wel, she was his x-grillfriend now. So sad, but not for me. Happy for me.

"Never fret. I'l be your girlfreind now," I told him.

"That won't be nesessary," he said, because to be polite in case i had anything beter to do. but no way i didn"t.

"it's no truble," I sured him.

'Well your very kind," he smiled"but I hav to go to Alaska in about five minits. it's been lovely seing yoiu again."

o How he was goinng to sufer, living life all alone by himself. unbearable to me.

"I'll come to Alska too!" shouted joyful;y. "It's luky i dont need a pasport since i don't have a passport."

'Did I say Alsaka? I ment Antractica, in another country," he said.

my poor love. fate had delt him a set of cards that just wouldnt win.

mY face fell in such pity for him and sorow, and I shed a tere.

"Yore crying!" he wispered. is that becuase i"m leving?"

It was portly that and portly my eyesore. in my eyewhich hurt.

"I cant bear to see a prety gril cry.:" he said. "Or you."

then he sweeped me up his in arms and took me bak to his house like that pther time.i cried in ernest. thinking i'd never see him again after he'd gone went to Artica.

'O lovely Blaa I coudnlt possily leve you when your so upset." he murmered? 'I promise i;ll stay with you as long as you need me""Please come and live hear with here in my house.

"Do you stil have chees and bradney and golbets and logs?" i demured becouse i have Stnadrds and dont just acept any old ofer that comes my way.

"all of those tings" he lauffed.

"And sousage?" which was the deal braker.

"EUropean," he nodded smirkd.

"Ok, I'm in," i sighed in perfect hapiness, and his English accent. He probly brought that saussage with him from his home country. I'd very glad to get a taste of it again more.

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thnak you for rading. And so can yOU!