When Angel and Frank arrived at the docks they were surrounded by BI's. A few of them helped Frank and some helped Angel.
Frank was getting his wounds cleaned so Angel sneaked off to clean hers. She didn't want anyone to do it for her, she could do it herself also she had a special way of cleaning wounds.
She slammed her door shut and locked it. She looked in her minor. Her lip was bleeding and she had a big gush in her arm not to mention scratches everywhere. She tied her hair back and changed into just a nightgown. It was red and short with no sleeves.
She put her ear to the door to make sure no one was outside when she didn't hear anything she lifted the hem of her bed up and pulled out a big wooden chest. She opened the chest and saw tons of candles all different shapes, sizes and colors. There also was a few books or what looked liked books really just papers held together with string and a leather front and back.
Angel moved some stuff around til she found what she was looking for; she pulled out a smaller wooden box. She set it on her knees and peeked in, inside there were tons of herbs and oils. She also took three candles out of the chest too. She set them in front of her and lit them. "Strength, Courage and Wisdom. The three things I need. The three things Frank needs what we all need. God and demon hear my spell give me the answers that I dwell" she whispered as she lit the them. She then pulled two bottles of oil, a lemon, rosemary flower and two mint leaves out of the herb box. Then she pulled a bowl out and set in between the candles. First she put one mint leave on the bottom of the bowl and rubbed the rosemary flower in with it then she poured some gallow oil on them and mixed them with the other oil and mint leave. She then took the lemon and used it as a mixer and stirred the contains in the bowl. She then pealed the lemon so she just had the peal. She used the peal to scope the bowl's contains and put it on her wounds.
As she did this it reminded her of when her grandmother taught her her first spell. It was a spell for confidence when Angel was getting picked on by some of the big kids. Her grandmother always said that these spells were not like the magic you read about with wands and dragons but the magic of the heart and the soul and they only worked if you truly believed. As she let the mixture settled in her wounds she took one of the old books in the chest out. They were handwritten by her family, many of generations had written their spells and feeling believes in the books.
She then wrapped her arm wound in cloth and cleaned her spell up but left the candles burning. She put everything back in the chest and looked in the minor. She sighed how was she going to go to a party like this she looked like she just came back from war.
She placed the three candles on her window sill and decided to check on everyone like she did every night before bed. She just asked everyone what they did if they had any problems and if they ate. She took good care of her boys they knew if they had a problem they could always go to her. It took a while but she didn't mind.
After she was done she went to Frank's room. He shared it with a kid named PJ and Dan. She knocked on their door and waited until she heard PJ muted something before she entered. PJ was half sleeping hanging off his bed and Dan was at the table writing, properly a letter to his family in France as he always did. Frank was sitting near the window looking out. "Hey" she said sitting Indian crossed next to him "How you feeling". He shrugged "Had worst we both have "he said looking at her arm "I mean come on we have been in street wars this is nothing right". She smiled and patted his arm. Rain began to fall and thunder roared. "Thanks" he said. She got up and gave him a hug "any time" she said before leaving. "See you tomorrow guys" she said. Dan lifted his chin saying bye too busy in his letter and PJ muted something that sounded like a good bye.
Before she went in her room she stopped by the little kid's room. There was only 4 little ones. She opened the door and saw the 4 little boys all together on the bed sacred from the storm. "Hey guys you ok" she asked sitting on the bed. Jimmy a 9 year old boy climbed on her lap and shook his head. "The storm" she asked they all nodded their heads. "Ok" she climbed on the bed and put her back on the wall and they all leaned on her "Want to hear a story". "Yeah tell us about you" shouted a 7 year old boy with blond hair. Angel looked at him in confusion. "Like where's your mommy and Daddy" he explained. "There gone" she said. "Where they nice" another one asked. Angel's face fell how she was going to explain that when she lived in Italy with her parents it was hell. That her father beat her and put cigarettes out on her not to mention her mother who always told her she was ugly and smacked her when she didn't do her mother's choirs. Her older brother would just stand there and watch. Sometimes he just left the room because her screams bothered what he was doing. How was she going to tell these little boys that her father beat her mother so bad one day she went in a coma and died when she was only 7. After that he began to drink and hit her more but he treated her brother like a king. Then in the on May 18 Angel had her best day, her father died. He was murder by the husband of the women he was sleeping with. It wasn't her best day because he died it was her best day because her grandmother took her and her brother in.
For the next two years her grandmother taught her how to heal her inside wounds right when they began to heal her grandmother died of an illness. She cried and cried for days. Her brother told her to sucked it up and that they were moving to New York in America to get out of the sick city of Italy the city of misery.
Angel looked down at the small boy's faces. She wondered if when they came to America their brother sold them on the streets to get money. She was taken out of her thoughts by the thunder outside. "Um yeah they were nice and loved me but died of a sickness" she said "Um how about I tell you the story of the man with the one legged dog". She told them stories until they fell asleep.
She tried to move but couldn't with them all on her. So she sat there and looked out the window as the rain fell just like the night James Little took her in after he killed her brother. She remembered that her Brother tried to sell her to him James refused but before he turned she remembered him looking in her eyes and seeing the pain. Her and James became friends he looking out for her. James told her brother to stopped selling her but he got angry and hit James. They began to fight right in the ally as a sacred Angel watched. James didn't mean it, didn't mean to push him in the sharp pipe. Angle remembered hearing her scream then feeling James's arms wrapped around her and bring her to the docks and taught her the life of a BI. She became his first man or girl. She tailed along and when the boys laughed when she warned them she would show them the right hook James showed to her.
She smiled at the thought of James the only person who cared for her besides her grandmother. Thinking of them made her stomach turn and her eyes hurt but no tears came out. It wasn't that she didn't want to cry she just couldn't cry.
Sarah and Jack walked down the streets of Manhattan hand in hand. Sarah was wearing a long light blue dress; it went down to her feet and had dark blue ribbons tied around her waist. Her brown hair was tied in a pony tail with a ribbon. Jack stopped walking and smiled. Sarah turned and looked at him "What, why'd you stop" she asked.
Jack pulled her in to his embrace. "I love you" he said. "I know" she said then leaned up to his ear and whispered "I love you too". He pulled back and smiled.
"I was hoping you would say that" Jack lifted her up in his arms twirling her around. "Jack what are you doing" she yelled. He smiled and yelled back "Sarah Jacobs will you like be Sarah Kelly". He let her back down on the ground. "What" she asked. "Sarah will you marry me" Jack asked now on one knee. "Of course I will marry you Jack Kelly. He jumped up and kissed her. He pulled away for a minute searching his pockets then he pulled out a small velvet box. He opened the box and there was square yellow diamond on a gold band. "Jack… I can't….how did you…too much money" was all Sarah could say but it didn't stop him he slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her head "yes you can" he whispered before leading her to his apartment which he had got after the strike.
