I've been out for a couple of days due to exhaustion. My fever hasn't gone down and my body continues to ache. My parents have called in a doctor to examine me and have concluded that I just need fever reducers and lots of rest. I'm laying in my bed, tucked under the blankets almost over my face. I've been like this, bedridden and helpless.

"I feel worthless…" I pout.

"Mi amor," my mother knocks at my door. "I'm coming in."

She enters and closes the door after her, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Buenos días," she smiles.

"Buenos días, ama," I give her a weak smile. "What is that?" I question the bouquet.

"A bouquet someone has sent you," my mother smiles. "Someone wishes you to get better. How lovely."

"Who's it from?"

"It doesn't say," my mother can't find a note of any kind. "It just says Get Well Soon," my mother glances at the ribbon in front of the bouquet. "Oh, and a vinyl record."

"A vinyl record?" I'm surprised. "I haven't played one in a while."

"I'll set it up on the turntable," my mother places the vinyl record on the platter and plays it. "I'll leave you to enjoy it," she comes over to kiss me on the forehead.

"Gracias, ama," I smile at her.

"Get your rest, mi amor," she gives me one last smile before leaving.

She closes the door after her. The vinyl record plays.

Hey, Ellie girl, hey, you demon belle

You've got your style

But dear, you're never fully dressed

Without a smile

I instantly recognize Alastor's radio voice as he sings.

Your clothes may be beau brummelly

You stand out a mile

But dear, you're never fully dressed

Without a smile

Who cares what they're wearing

On Elm Street or Death Row

It's what you wear from ear to ear

And not from head to toe that matters

Hey, Ellie girl, hey, you demon belle

You've got your style

But dear you're never fully dressed

Without a smile

Your clothes may be beau brummelly

They stand out a mile

But dear you're never fully dressed

Without a smile

The vinyl record fades away as it stops.

"He's such a good friend," I smile to myself. "But what if he was more than that?" I wonder.

Alastor is sitting on the black leather couch in Vox's living room. It's quiet with no one here other than Alastor. He's holding his cane in thought, staring at the glass coffee table.

'She's been ill the last couple of days…' Alastor thinks to himself. 'Have I been pushing her too hard? I should relieve some of the load off her.'

He thinks of the gifts he sent anonymously to my home this morning. A bouquet of flowers and a vinyl record he made. He wonders how I reacted to the gifts.

"I only wish I could have seen her face when she received my gifts…" Alastor says aloud.

"Who?" Vox suddenly asks.

Alastor turns to him with a surprised smile.

"And what gifts are you talking about?" Vox grins.

"Never mind that," Alastor quickly dismisses it.

"What? No! Come on!" Vox plops himself on the leather sofa across Alastor. "You can't just leave me hanging like that!"

"You're late," Alastor glances at the clock. "You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago."

"Sorry, I got caught up in some business," he wipes away a lipstick stain on his cheek.

Vox sees a brand new bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the coffee table.

"You've brought me a gift too!" Vox opens the whiskey bottle. "You shouldn't have," he grins.

"Don't mock me," Alastor furrows his brow.

"I'm glad you're also thinking of me, Al," Vox continues to tease him.

After pouring two glasses, Vox slides one over to Alastor on the table. Alastor takes it and Vox takes his own.

"So do tell," Vox takes a sip. "Who were you talking about just now? And what gifts?"

"Mind your business," Alastor sips from his glass.

"Al, come on! I'm your best friend! You can tell me."

Alastor sighs, knowing Vox won't stop bothering him.

"It's a friend of mine," Alastor finally says. "She's fallen ill and I sent her gifts."

"What?" Vox almost spits out his drink. "You sending gifts to someone? A lady at that! Something's really gotten into you!"

"Oh be quiet," Alastor closes his eyes as he drinks.

"So who is she?"

"I've said enough."

"She must be really important to you if you care enough to send her get well gifts."

"That's what you do when a friend is ill, don't you?"

"That's what others do. Not you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're the fucking Radio Demon! You don't send gifts to anyone! It's not who you are."

"Perhaps it's who I really am with people I'm comfortable with."

"Which is why I'm dying to know who this woman is! Is it the business partner?"

Alastor stays silent.

"Hm. Now I just gotta figure out who she is…" Vox rubs at his chin in thought.

"Just forget about it," Alastor sips from his drink. "You won't figure it out."

"That's what you think! Mark my words, Al. I will find out who this mystery business woman is!"

"I doubt that."

"We'll see about that," Vox gives him a determined gaze.

It's late at night and I can't sleep. I'm getting restless as I'm just laying down.

"I need to get some air," I weakly say. "I need to stretch."

I steadily make my way to my balcony doors and open them both. The bright red pentagram lights up the night sky. I walk toward the railing, wearing a blue satin nightgown. After a moment, I slowly stretch myself out, reaching high with my arms and then bending over a little. My white angel wings protrude from my back, spanning out about ten feet wide.

"It's been a while since I've stretched them out," I say to myself.

I barely have the strength to support myself on the railing, leaning over the edge of it a bit. I take in deep breaths of fresh air I've been missing.

"You're still not well," I hear Alastor's voice from behind me.

"I just...need some fresh air…" I weakly say.

Alastor stares at me in wonder, gazing at my feathery white wings. I slowly turn to him with my tired eyes and see him staring at my massive wings.

"I don't let them out much," I say. "Go ahead and tease all you want."

"Tease? What is there to tease about these breathtaking, angelic wings?" Alastor questions as he's in awe of them.

"I was teased and bullied because of them when I was growing up… People thought it was odd for a demon to have wings. I'm really a half-angel."

"Then they don't know the story behind Lucifer, your father."

"Yeah but do people really care? No one bothers to read into religion here. Come on, it's Hell."

"There are the few of us who know."

I gaze away for a moment in thought.

"Thank you for the get well gifts," I give a small smile. "I really enjoyed your rendition of You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile. It really put a smile on my face."

"I'm glad it did," Alastor nods.

There's a brief silence between us.

"I want you to know that you've been a really good friend to me," I finally say. "For what it's worth."

"It's worth a great amount," Alastor replies.

"I'm glad I have people like you and Angel by my side. You guys mean a lot to me."

Alastor is surprised at my statement. I retract my wings back into my body, wincing a bit at my soreness. Having moved too much, I feel lightheaded and begin to fall down.

"Hey, easy now," Alastor quickly catches me. "You need to get back to bed and rest."

He carries me bridal style to my bed, gently laying me down and tucking me under my blankets.

"You really are risking your own ass to come and see me," I give him a weak smile.

"I want to assure my business partner's recovery," he says. "Now rest."

He turns and heads for the balcony doors.

"Good night, Alastor," I weakly say.

"Good night, Elena," he returns.

With that, he closes the balcony doors after him as he heads off into the night.

Alastor arrives at his estate after visiting me tonight at my home. He closes the front door after him and heads for the sofa in front of his fireplace. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it on the sofa, unbuttoning his dress shirt at the tall collar and taking off his bow tie. He then sits himself on the red sofa, lighting the fireplace with a snap of his fingers. His eyes stare into the fire in deep thought.

'Why am I going through all the trouble for her?' He thinks to himself. 'She's just a business partner...just another woman… Why am I so invested in the relationship I have with her?'

He sternly stares into the fire.

'I only planned on using her…' he thinks. 'But how do I feel now at this point?'

His brows furrow in frustration.

'I don't know what's happening to me,' he thinks. 'But it has something to do with her.'

He suddenly remembers seeing me in my nightgown earlier. The blue satin that fit so nicely around my curves, exposing my bare shoulders. Its knee length was barely enough to cover my butt and exposed my slim thighs and legs. Alastor feels himself heat up at the thought.

"What the hell am I thinking?" He shakes off the thought. "It's not the first time I've seen her so minimally dressed… Why am I suddenly feeling so...intrigued?"

He rubs his face with his hands and lets out a heavy sigh.

"Vox is right…" Alastor says. "I'm not acting like myself. This isn't like me...Just what is happening to me?"