Teen Ink
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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
"Really, do you have something against me?" Tempest asks icily, glancing at him sharply. "I've done no harm to you despite the fact that you're a Blood Angel and more than likely will kill me at the first chance."
He laughed humorlessly. "If I truly wanted you dead, I would have had several hours to do so."
"Perhaps, but that doesn't mean you would," Tempest replies calmly, walking over with the bandages. "Now, I'm going to wrap the wing so that it heals properly."
He resisted the urge to comment on her putting her hands on him. Instead, Scar stayed still and compliant.
Tempest carefully wraps the wing, sighing. "It's not broken that badly."
"It still feels like he.ll." He sighed, trying to stay still but not quite achieving his goal.
"I can imagine," Tempest says after she had finished wrapping the wing. "There."
"Thanks." He stepped out from the wall and looked around. "What do I do now?"
"That's up to you. I don't control what you do," Tempest says. "The kitchen's over there if you want anything to eat," she adds after a moment, jerking a thumb toward the room.
He shook his head. "I'm not hungry." Not true, ut he didn't want to accept food from his mark.
Tempest raises an eyebrow, shrugging slightly. "Well, if you do get hungry..."
"Besides," he said, grinning, "I eat rodents. You know, mice and rats." He hoped to God that she saw throug that joke.
"Why am I not surprised?" Tempest smiles faintly, shaking her head. "Not surprised at all."
His expression grew a little more serious. "Actually, I prefer steaks and related meats. Rodent blood tastes too... bubonic."
"Human blood is so much better, though," Tempest says, shrugging and stretching out on the couch. "And they fight back."
"The idea of attacking a human is... a little disturbing." He closed his eyes, feeling better yet sleepier.
"You're a Blood Angel, and the idea of attacking a human bothers you?" Tempest laughs, shaking her head. "That's ridiculous. From what I've heard, Blood Angels are the most cruel of angels."
"And look how 'cruel' I am. I couldn't even accomplish my reason for being here!" He laughed.
Tempest sighs. "I guessed why you're here," she says calmly.
"It should have been imediately obvious," he pointed out. He sighed and hung his head. "Since I'm going o die eventually anyways, anything else you'd like to know?"
