Chapter 11: Sure Retaliation
I wasn't sure what happened after I passed out, but when I awoke, I saw Haniel sitting at the foot of my bed. When I shifted my foot, she stood up, a relieved expression on her face.
"Oh good, you're awake," she sighed.
My head felt slightly fuzzy, but I was faintly aware of the burning feeling on my throat. "What happened?" I inquired in a hoarse voice.
"Exhaustion got to you, and combine that with sudden oxygen loss and a damaged trachea, you have a fainting stew," she remarked, grinning.
"And Mikael? Where's he?"
"Balthazar's unit got here just in time to chase off the demons, and they have Mikael incarcerated in his room until he cools off."
Nodding, I slowly sat up and rubbed my throbbing head. "What's going to happen to him? He knows I'm a vampire now."
Grief, it hurt to talk.
"That's still being decided, but I honestly do not think he will be cast out. After all, he knows too much now, and if he were to relay that information to another party-his children, for instance- then that could jeopardize future missions and cause demons everywhere to come flocking over here."
I said nothing after that, pondering it over in my mind. The news was kind of comforting, which surprised me because the man almost started to feed on my blood, which could have easily incapacitated me and put my life in danger- as if it wasn't already.
"Why does this news seem kind of comforting? It's weird," I mumbled aloud.
"Well, you have mostly been doing missions and hunts on your own, sometimes accompanied by one of us. It's nice to have a change to that every once in a while," Haniel explained.
That was true. It was nice to find someone who was the exact same species as me, but the fact remained that he tried to feed on me and possibly kill me.
A knock at the door alerted us to Balthazar's presence. For a quick flicker of a second, I saw his face shift from that of concern to that of instant relief. "Good, she woke up. You were out for about 8 hours, Abira. How do you feel?"
"I'm okay, but my throat hurts something fierce," I rasped.
"Given that he shoved you against the wall pretty hard, I would imagine it does," he remarked sympathetically, coming over and patting my arm.
"What's High Command saying we do with Mikael?" Haniel inquired.
"Well, they said that they are going to keep him for a little while, as it would not be wise to release him due to the fact that he knows too much now."
"And what of the demons that attacked us?" I asked.
"They are getting a counterattack ready at the graveyard. Speaking of which, I best be going," he replied, kissing me on the forehead. "Be back shortly."
After he had left, I slowly stood up from my position on the bed. "Do you think Mikael has calmed down any?"
"Well, given that I have not heard any screaming, yelling, or any other noises indicating he is still in a temper, I would assume so." Haniel tilted her head at me. "Why?"
"I just want to see if he has actually calmed down," I replied. "He may still be in shock, and it may be necessary to clear up any muddled details."
"That would make him more dangerous."
"True," I acknowledged. I treaded over to my dresser and pulled out my Desert Eagle, loading a chamber and sealing it in my waistband. "If the angel's blade bullets fail, would you mind accompanying me?"
"Of course."
We headed out of my room and immediately came to the door of his room. Hesitantly, I lifted my fist and knocked lightly on the door. "Mikael?"
No response.
I knocked harder. "Mikael!"
"What?" he growled.
"Comin' in," I replied, opening the door. The room inside was pretty dark, but thanks to the slight moonlight coming in through the large window, I could faintly see a dark