*partially emerges from my cave of piled up school assignments, caffeine, and candy, to post this*
Disclaimer: I own the plot and idea. Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy.
"So," he had to run to keep up with her. "How do you work then?"
It was the end of the work day, and she streamed along the street, again, seeming to float, and going through objects as if it was nothing. The first time that had happened in the morning he hadn't believed his eyes, and he crashed into the very lamp post she had floated through. The stunning, sudden pain that had flooded through him when that occurred was yet another reminder that his was all very real.
"It's one giant learning process for all of us. Of course I'll probably know before you, who that special someone will be, but sometimes I do cut it close. Basically, I show up, and see what happens." She smiled easily. "Life is unpredictable. You'll never know who will be coming in or out, who will take up permanent residence in your heart, and who's just passing by."
"That's it?" He asked, not at all satisfied with her answer. "There's no predetermined list for you to go off of? No drawing hearts around names?"
"I got a list at the beginning, when I first got this gig, of all the people who needed a little help with love. It's a never ending list. Everything I cross someone off the list, another person will appear in their place."
"So you're stuck doing this...forever?"
"More or less."
"That sounds awful."
She stopped short, and turned to look at the man. No one had ever said that to her before. "How so?"
"Well it's a never ending list, you said? So for the rest of your existence you'll be going around, having to live in the shadows? Following people around, doing a lot of waiting...just waiting for that right person to come along? And then what? You get them together and move onto the next one, I presume? Doesn't it all get...monotonous?"
"Oh, someone's projecting," she smirked as the tips of his ears turned red.
"There are rough clients, way more curmudgeon-y than you. But then there are the clients who are...much more positive than you, as well. I've gotten the chance to meet many people, from all walks of life." she turned serious now. "Some in tough situations. Some are well off, and don't have to want for anything material. I've seen a lot of suffering...but a lot of joy too. It all comes with the territory, I suppose. And as for the issue of time...time passes different for you than for me. A week for you can go by in a flash for me, after all, I've had much more experience than you when it comes to dealing with time."
A smirked appeared again.
"And hey, forever just means a steady source of employment, doesn't it? I've heard that's hard to come by these days."
She started gliding along again, quickening her pace, making him practically have to jog to keep up with her. They were nearly at his mother's house when he spoke again, warmed from the unexpected exercise.
"How did you become the Angel of Love?"
She turned to him then, a faint, rueful smile on her face. "That's a long story...one for another day."
Before I retreat back into my cave, let me assure you more chapters will be posted next week, when I will (HOPEFULLY) be done with my current assignments (before the next wave of them come along!).
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