19. Monsters
Soft footfalls fell upon the rough wooden floor. Each step quitter then the last, so no one would awaken.
Angel looked around nervously in the dark, waiting for when something would jump out at her. Still looking around, Angel could see dim light coming from under the door to the room next to hers and went to it.
Quietly and slowly, the young girl walked into the room. A young and bored Vincent Valentine laid down on his crimson clad bed, reading. Angel walked up to said bed and climbed in, laying besides the older man. Feeling the change in weight, Vincent looked at the smaller person, "What are you doing?"
"I had a nightmare," replied the little girl.
"Again?"
Angel nodded and scooted closer to him. Vincent sat down his book on the nearby nightstand, "What was it about this time?"
"Monsters. They were big and scary and had glowing blue eyes like daddy."
Vincent frowned but replied, "Don't worry, Angel. Nothing is going to hurt you."
"Except Hojo and fiends."
"Yes, except Hojo and fiends."
Angel smiled tiredly and yawned. Her eyes began to droop when the man ordered her to sleep.
Once she was asleep, Vincent sighed. Angel was still a child and unaware of all the real monsters. Though it amused Vincent, how Angel wasn't afraid of Hojo, the worst monster of all.
Ever since Angelus, Angel's father, brought her here for treatment after she fell into a pool of pure mako, Angel had done nothing but make Hojo's life horrid. Sometimes it seemed as if she was unafraid of everything, then the nightmares would start up.
Ever since Hojo began giving her injections of Cetra cells, Angel would have bad dreams about monsters hurting her. Vincent didn't mind comforting the frightened child, but he wished desperately that he could make these monsters leave her alone when he wasn't near.
But until then, he'd just have to settle for comforting her at night.