16

Rain.

Rain wherever he placed his eyes. Never had the sky wept so much like it did today. An angel had been taken from the earth and had now returned to heaven. At least that was what reverand Lothus said in his high-pitched voice.

Angel tried to see something good in what he had done, but found nothing. His world had fallen into pieces, and now there was nothing left for him. He wanted death, wanted it so badly that he knew that all he had to do was to lay down and fall asleep and it'd be done.

Though he had given her a promise, and knew that even if the world was crumbling and breaking into pieces, he wouldn't sink into the beautiful darkness. Only if the prophecy ever came back to life he would die, though he knew he would do everything he possibly could to stop that from happening.

Nyx stood by his side, as she had during the last few days, and looked worriedly at him. It was obvious for anyone that placed their eyes upon him that he didn't longer care about anything, he was still paralysed by grief. She had forced him to eat, as he was no longer interested in eating. Several times had she concidered giving him human blood, but had came on better thoughts each time. That would only make him violent and unpredictable.

Sighing she turned her head to the side, hearing how they sunk the casket down into the ground. Angel stiffened at this, feeling guilty for what he had done to her.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

He had to leave, take place somewhere where nobody knew him, a place where he could be alone, think. Even though he wouldn't die, he wanted loneliness, the feeling that he didn't belong on the Earth.

'Have I ever really belonged here?' He wondered. 'Probably not. I'm an outsider – a mistake – that should never had been brought to this world.'

Nyx placed a hand upon his shoulder, and brought him back to reality. She seemed to care about him, though he couldn't understand why. He would only bring death and misery wherever he went. Those green eyes of hers where filled with tears, though not only over Bonnie, but over him. Even he could understand that.

He shook her hand off his shoulder, though the feeling of her touch still lingered. The warmth of her small hand was like a pledgue that he did not want, and he desperately tried to ignore it. Taking a deep breath, he caught the smell of her soft vanilla perfume. It felt so good to smell it, he wanted to inhale that scent until he died, but he roughly pushed it away.

She was hurt, he could feel it ooze out of her like a disease, but he shut her out mentally. He didn't want to know anything from her, not feel her soft touch over his skin, not the overwhelming feeling of love that came from her.

"What are you going to do now, then?" Nyx asked, interfering his struggle with himself.

"I'm going back to LA to pack my things and then get far away from here."

"You're running away," she whispered as she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What do you care about that? It is my life, and I decide what to do with it!" He spat and then turned around, walking away from there.

Fury roared inside of him as he threw his things down his bag. How dared she! What ever reason did she have to snoop around in his life?

With an angry gesture with his right hand the book that he just picked up from the bed started burning fiercly, feeling how the flames burned his skin and the heat from it caused his body to scream in pain. He felt the pain but didn't care, he endured it without changing a muscle. The smell of burned skin and hair was all over the room, though none in the house would interfear with him. If they knew what he was they would let him be, and if they didn't they were to wise to disturb him. He was their relative, and that was all that mattered.

Not caring of the consequences of his acts he then sprawled with his fingers, increasing the fire until he barely couldn't handle it. At the very moment that the flames begun licking his clothes did he clench his hand and the fire vanished as fast as it had started. Only ash and smell would prove that it had ever encountered, for not a single mark could be found on his body, the skin pearly white and his hair having the same length that it had a few minutes ago.

He returned to packing down his things, this time a little calmer than before, but not much.

As he came a across a piece of jewellery on his desk he suddenly froze.

A thick golden chain, so delicately carved that he almost missed the inscription on it.

Forever and ever

It had been found in his mothers closed palm, the body that Angel had carried from where he had killed her down to their house. It was with extreme pain he had placed down his burden, never before had he felt like this.

All that he had done he wished undone, he wished that he hadn't been born, for that would mean that his mother probably would have lived a normal life, married and with a few kids, that none of this had happened.

Though what was done was done, a small voice in the back of his head reminded him, and he sighed deeply before he zipped his bag and placed it down on the floor. Taking a final look around in the room he bade it farewell and then left.

Nyx sighed deeply from her room where she watched him get out to his car and drive away, without saying a word to anyone. Soft tears trickled down her cheeks as she thought that she had lost two persons that she had cared for deeply. For she knew, that when she and Angel had kissed, she had found her soulmate.

Her heart was crumbling and giving up, and she hadn't been able to sleep the last days. Not since she and Angel had shared that kiss. Every fibre in her body demanded his touch, the strength and warmth of his body, and it was driving her mad. His pain from when Bonnie died seered through her body – blended with her feelings for him, and the combination was enough to drive even the strongest into suicide. But she wouldn't. She couldn't.

An old saying whirled around in her head, and no matter how much she tried to get it out, it wouldn't leave.

'If you love someone, let them go.'

She didn't want to let go, and she told herself that she feared that Angel would do something stupid, like get himself killed or something like that. But deep inside she knew it was because she couldn't stop thinking about him. Not since the kiss.

Before that she had her distance to him, but now she was bound to him. Bound until death would unseal it.

She punched her pillows and cursed. There was no way in hell that she would let go of him. Not now, not anytime. Rather would she die.

Getting dressed she wrote a note about that she had to "solve an issue" and got on to her bike. If he wanted to flee, he'd better do a good job or she'd find him before he had chance to say Acapulco. For when she decided to find someone, it demanded a very skilled vampire to avoid her.