Logan's P.O.V.

It's Friday night and I have a date tonight. Now normally a guy, who has a date, would be excited to go. But that's not the case here. I'm about to go on a date with a girl that I didn't even know. I mean I just met her like a few days ago and we already have a date. The worst part is that I already want the date to end even though it didn't even start yet. Also what Melody told me, is kind of making me more cautious. If this chick really is an angel then I better keep my guard up.

Anyway, it's 6:24 so I have about little less than 6 minutes to get ready. But I'm not going to dress fancy for that fucking cunt. I went to my drawers and picked out a normal, black button-up shirt and a pair of navy blue skinny jeans. I also put on my grey beanie and my face piercings (one on my chin and the other on my left eyebrow). I gave myself a quick glance and was happy with my appearance. If the bitch doesn't like it then screw her! I look hot has Hell!, I thought to myself. I took out my phone to see what time it was. 6:28 .Well I should get going. I used my key to take me to the restaurant. Once I got there I saw the bitch, Annabell, sitting on the waiting bench of the restaurant with the sourest look on her face. When she noticed my presence, her look worsened and said, "you're late".

"Huh", I looked at my phone and saw the time. 6:31. I'm late my one fucking minute you bitch! I sighed out of annoyance. "Sorry", I said sarcastically, "now let's get this stupid date over with". She got up from her seat and walked towards me. A waiter came by and guided us to our table. We sat down in complete silence. It gave me some time to think about this girl. Why would a like her want to waste her time on me. She obviously hates me and she obviously knows I hate her. I mean she's stuck up, bitchy, rude, she looks down on people, she has beautiful eyes… Wait, was I actually saying that this bitch had beautiful eyes? Why would I be thinking of stupid shit like that! I hate this chick! I mean, I can admit that she does have nice eyes, a great body, lovely white ivory skin, amazing hair that smells like coconuts and vanilla…No stop! Don't think like that!

"Are you okay?" I lost my train of thought when she spoke up. I looked at her and noticed that her hair framed her face perfectly. Beautiful…No! Stop thinking like that idiot! "Logan?"

"I'll be right back", I told her as I headed to the restroom. I needed to clear my head and stop thinking like this. I opened the door and headed towards the sink. I splashed some water in my face. After I was done I placed my elbows on the table and leaned on it. Well this is shit-tastic.

Bzzz bzzz bzzz

The sound of my phone vibrating caught my attention. I grabbed it from my pocket and checked the caller ID. Hector. Why the hell is he calling me now? I pressed the answer button and place the phone to my ear. "Hello".

"Hey Logan. How's your date going?"

"How do you think dip-shit?" I told him, my agitation become more presentable.

"Well you don't have to be rude dude"

"Sorry, I'm just really pissed and confused and…"

"Don't worry I get it. I just wanted to check up on you."

"Thanks dude", I said a small smile. Before I said anything else I sensed another person through the phone. "Is Melody with you Hector?"

"What do you think?"

"Hector, you sly dog you.." I said jokingly.

"I-i-it's n-not like that!..." The other line was kind of quiet, but I was able to hear the phone move with some mumbling. Once the mumbling settled, I heard a new voice. To be more specific Melody's.

"Hey Logan", said Melody.

"Hey Mel, I can see that you got over Ciel rather quickly", I said with a smirk on my face.

"I-it's n-not like that! We're just hanging out!"

"I know I was only joking", I told her. "So what are you two doing".

"Something important, how are you handling that angel"

"You mean Annabell, she doesn't seem like she's going to try anything, but I'm still staying alert", I told her.

"Good. Don't fall for any of their tricks no matter how real it makes you feel".

"Yeah I got it, now I got to go", I told her, "I'll call for you if she tries anything".

"Logan wai-" Was the last thing I heard before I hung up.

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Melody's P.O.V

"Logan wai-", but it I couldn't finish cause he hung up on me.

"So what happened", Hector said as he looked at me.

"He hung up me. That jerk!"

"Yeah, but that's Logan for you"

"Yeah I know", I told him with a sigh. Hector and I had been watching Logan and Annabell from the park across the restaurant, to make sure if this angel was going to pull something funny. But she probably will. I mean, why wouldn't she? She's probably as crazy as Ash and Angela and will probably try to kill Logan. I had already lost my sister, I don't want to lose any one else. Before I could think of anything else, Hector's voice broke my train of thought.

"Melody, why are we here?" I turned to him with total bewilderment.

"I already told you. We're here to wat-"

"I know the reason", he began as he adjusted his glasses, "what I'm asking here is don't you think Logan can handle himself?"

"Of course I do! But he needs my help. If it weren't for me he would have died from the hands of that bitch Miranda and left you all alone to a shit-hole of a life!", I yelled at him, my eyes changing color. Hector trembled a bit and scooted away from me from my sudden outburst. Once I realized what I caused, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes, which returned to their normal green color, and looked at Hector with slight guilt. "Sorry if I freaked you out. I didn't mean what I said", he nodded as I continued. "It's just I've watched angels kill the people I care about for a long time. I know I'm sounding like a total clingy, and over-emotional bitch, but I don't want anyone else to die because I couldn't do anything". Before I could say anything else, Hector pulled me into a hug. I was really shocked and confused, but I didn't care. It felt nice being held like this as I relaxed into him.

"It's okay Melody, you don't have to apologize", he told me softly, "I understand that you feel like you need to protect everyone. But you have to realize that Logan has been on his own since he was six. True some days were worse than others, but he got stronger because he didn't succumb to weakness." I looked up at him and saw that his aqua blue eyes were filled with seriousness and compassion. It kind of reminded me of Claude in a way. "There will be times that Logan we needs our, or to be more specific, your help, but for right now he seems like he's handling it well". I took another calming breath as I looked at him with a bit more confidence.

"I guess you're right Hector"

"But just to be on the safe side, we'll keep a watch on Annabell and make sure she doesn't try anything", he told me. We turned our attention back at the restaurant and continued spying on Annabell. After a few minutes of watching, I sensed something. It seemed familiar. Almost like…oh no…

Logan's P.O.V.

After my phone conversation with Hector and Melody, I went back to my…date. Man, even thinking about it disgusts me. Anyway once I got back at my table I smelled something weird. Like pickled walnuts or something. I also noticed that Annabell was eyeing me with impatiently. I could tell she was anxious, but about what. Thinking that we would have sex after this date? Well that does sound good…Wait! No it doesn't! Stop thinking like that you bastard! My throat started to feel dry, so I decided to get a drink of water. But before I could a waiter caught my attention.

"Would you like to a taste of our wine? It's one of the finest". Wine? Eh, why not. I took the wine glass and took a long sip. Once I was done, my date just gave me this stupid look.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to take a sip of your water?" she asked me.

"No, I already took a sip of wine", I told her, "which I have to say it very good. Try some it will loosen you up and you might lose some of your bitchy attitude".

"No thank you", she said to me with the irritability in her eyes, "I'd rather not be a pathetic drunk like you". Okay, now this bitch did it. I can't stand her bitchy attitude anymore. This chick needs to be taught a lesson. I gave her a malicious look and my signature sadistic smirk as an idea came to me.

"You know what, I think I'm going to have a sip of my water now", I took the glass and held it close to my lips. But of course it was just a fake-out. Instead of sipping it I splashed it right in her face. The look on her face was priceless. She was so shocked and disgusted. It almost made me laugh. And it got even better. She decided to leave, but before she could a waiter ran into her spilling all of the food and drinks on her and her expensive dress. This I had to laugh out loud to. Finally this bitch got taught a lesson. This is what you get for looking down on people you whore! I was about tell her that myself until I saw the look in her eyes. Failure, sorrow, fear and to my surprise guilt. I never expected her to have this type of look. After she ran out of the restaurant, I quickly left a few bucks on the table and chased after her. Once I was out, I saw that she was in the park across the way. She was just sitting on the bench, with a gloomy feeling emanating from her. I quietly walked up to her and sat down. I could hear her mumbling to herself. I guess she didn't notice me. I couldn't really understand what exactly she was saying, but what I think what she was saying was "you are weak, you are pathetic, and you are useless". She was also shaking and I think…sobbing. She could be faking it dude. I thought to myself, remembering Melody's warning. But if she was going to try you kill you she would have done it in the restaurant. Still this sad girl thing could be just an act….Oh the hell with it; I'm going to talk to her! "Um, hey", I said softly, trying to get her attention. She stopped shaking and turned to me. Her head was still down, so I couldn't see her face. Probably cause she's too ashamed or embarrassed or something.

"Why are you here?" she said to me, her voice shaking. "Are you here to insult me or something?"

"No", I said as I shook my head, "I came here to see if you're okay from what happened". I lifted her head with my hand so I could speak to her face to face. And as I expected, her eyes and face were red and her checks were wet from tears. She tried to turn away, but I didn't let her. "It's quiet rude to not look at a person when they are talking to you".

"Don't you dare talk about rudeness", she said, her anger becoming present, "you obviously don't know a single thing about being polite to anyone".

"Well, I'm only polite to people who deserve it, and so far I don't think you deserve it", I told her. "If you didn't act like a bitch to me, I would have at least tried to be nice to you." She stayed quiet for a while as she got my grip.

"How could anyone like you know anything about being nice to someone?" she said, her eyes filled with anger.

"Because my mother taught me how", I told her, my voice becoming dry. This happens every time I even mention my mother. She was the only family I had and the only person who ever loved me for me. She taught me everything and the one thing that I remember from her is that people who aren't nice to you doesn't deserve your kindness. Only kind people deserve to be treated nicely. No matter what. I basically told Annabell that and she gave me this confused look. Like she was actually surprised that I had someone who taught me something so moral. We were quiet for a while, staring at each other. I could tell that she was trying to figure me out, like a puzzle. After a couple minutes of silence, she spoke up.

"What else did your mother teach you?"

"Well she taught me to never eat the gum on the side walk", I started jokingly. It made her laugh and I had to say she had a really nice laugh. "She taught me that you have to work hard to get want you want and to never give up. She also taught me that being yourself can be the best person you can be and to never follow a set system and just make up your own"

"She sounds like a wise woman", she said with a smile.

"Yeah, but she's dead now so…" I turned away uncomfortably. Talking about my mother like this only makes my heart feel even more damaged than it already is. A hand on my shoulder took me out of my sadden daze. I looked at Annabell and saw this look of empathy and understanding.

"I'm sorry. I know how you feel though, both of my parents are dead too"

"O-oh I-I'm sorry", I told her. We kind of sat there in awkward silence not knowing what else to say that wasn't about dead loved ones. "H-hey, w-we kind of got off from the wrong start and y-you seem like a cool girl and…maybe we could get something to eat, talk about stuff instead of dead people and get to know each other". She laughed and gave me with warm smile that made my heart race like I just ran twenty miles.

"That sounds nice", she told me her smile never fading, "c-can I have your number, so that I-I can text you and stuff"

"O-of course", I said as I took out a sharpie from my pocket (and yes I always carry a black sharpie in my pocket. Deal with it.) I didn't have any paper so I gestured for her hand. She gave it to me and I started to write my number. Once I was done, she got up from her seat and began to walk away. But before she left she turned around in my direction.

"Hey", she started, "I'm sorry for how I was treating you."

"Me too", I said with a small smile.

"I'll see you around". And with that she left. I let a sigh and cover my face with my hands. Why do I feel so exhausted all of a sudden? Before I could think of anything else something caught my attention as I put my hands down. In the far off corner of the park, was something shimmery. I walked towards where it was and knelt down. I picked up the object and my eyes went wide. In my hand were Hector's glasses, cracked slightly. Also, there was a mixture of scents in the air. Peppermint and roses…Hector and Melody definitely. There was also this thick scent of bleach and smog. I didn't know who or what it was, but I knew one thing. Hector and Melody need my help.