All the training and fighting kills all sense of femininity.” Angel mused as she checked to make sure all the pertinent body parts were hidden in the dress. “Almost didn’t get into this thing. If it wasn’t for the last few weeks of training, I would’ve split it in two.”
She straightened the edges of the deep V of her neckline and pressed them against the double-sided tape. The burnt-orange Baby Phat dress boasted a neckline which plunged to her waistline, disappearing under the belt. The dangling pave, diamond heart called attention to the swells of her breast. The dress was a little risqué, but not trashy.
“You’ll definitely turn some heads tonight. What I would give to be young and alive again. I miss Earth and all its pleasures. I’ll just have to enjoy the time I have now.” Marie sighed wistfully.
Angel turned and met Marie’s gaze. “You’ll come back again.”
Marie smiled reluctantly at Angel. “Maybe, you will find a way for me to be here with you.”
“Were you able to find anything in the books to break this craziness I’ve brought on myself?”
“No, child. Nothing. Faith and I will keep looking. We have other books, but they were split amongst the family. She’s going to try to retrieve them.”
“ Grand-mère , will I go back to what I looked like before, if we break the deal?” Angel glanced at her reflection in the mirrored wall of the living room, not knowing if she was willing to give up her beauty. Wonder if vanity’s one of the deadly sins? If it is, I might be in trouble. Hell, I made a deal with the Devil. I’m already in trouble.
Marie clasped her hands behind her back and studied the painting on the wall. “Most likely, if we find a way out, all you get back is your soul.”
“Oh....” The doorbell rang. “Laurent’s here. Wish me luck.”
“You’ll do fine, mon cher .” Holding her face, Marie kissed her cheeks.
The heels of Angel’s Blahniks clicked on the tile floor, sliding a little as she made her way down the hall. When she opened the door, a well-dressed Laurent greeted her. His blue eyes twinkled as they skimmed down the length of her body, and he let out a slow whistle. Color flushed her face at his compliment.
“I’m so glad Luc kept Jac in the Underworld! We’re going to have some fun tonight.” Laurent took her hand and gave her a twirl.
“Laurent, you’re gonna pull my arm off.”
“Oh, sorry. Keep forgetting you’re human.”
“Not you too with this whole human thing?” She rolled her eyes at him. The fixation with her being human was getting old. Jacque struggled with her humanity, as if repelled by it. The thought of him caused her stomach to tense and the image of drowning in the deep green pools of his eyes surged at her with liquid fire.
“Not really. Humans are so fragile. We have to watch ourselves around you.” Laurent shrugged.
“Makes sense. I don’t know. With Jacque it seems like something more. Where are we going anyway?”
“Jac’s complicated. He has his own issues with humans.”
Angel was tempted to question further, but Laurent’s tone discouraged her. “We’re hitting a Supe club. It’ll be fun. I’ll introduce you to some people. People need to get used to you so the targets you’ll be going after won’t get suspicious when you start hanging around.”
“Is it far?” she asked as she slid into the passenger seat of the small car.
“No. It’s here in the French Quarter. You humans always think you have the monopoly on Earth.” Laurent’s toothy grin gleamed in the darkness.
It was a short drive to the club, but maneuvering the Bourbon Street crowd was tricky. People hung from the balconies, shouting to the street below, the beautiful architecture of the historic buildings littered with half-naked bodies. The hordes of drunken partygoers meandered through the street, ignorant to the hidden monsters lurking amongst them. Angel cringed when she remembered she used to be one of those
She straightened the edges of the deep V of her neckline and pressed them against the double-sided tape. The burnt-orange Baby Phat dress boasted a neckline which plunged to her waistline, disappearing under the belt. The dangling pave, diamond heart called attention to the swells of her breast. The dress was a little risqué, but not trashy.
“You’ll definitely turn some heads tonight. What I would give to be young and alive again. I miss Earth and all its pleasures. I’ll just have to enjoy the time I have now.” Marie sighed wistfully.
Angel turned and met Marie’s gaze. “You’ll come back again.”
Marie smiled reluctantly at Angel. “Maybe, you will find a way for me to be here with you.”
“Were you able to find anything in the books to break this craziness I’ve brought on myself?”
“No, child. Nothing. Faith and I will keep looking. We have other books, but they were split amongst the family. She’s going to try to retrieve them.”
“ Grand-mère , will I go back to what I looked like before, if we break the deal?” Angel glanced at her reflection in the mirrored wall of the living room, not knowing if she was willing to give up her beauty. Wonder if vanity’s one of the deadly sins? If it is, I might be in trouble. Hell, I made a deal with the Devil. I’m already in trouble.
Marie clasped her hands behind her back and studied the painting on the wall. “Most likely, if we find a way out, all you get back is your soul.”
“Oh....” The doorbell rang. “Laurent’s here. Wish me luck.”
“You’ll do fine, mon cher .” Holding her face, Marie kissed her cheeks.
The heels of Angel’s Blahniks clicked on the tile floor, sliding a little as she made her way down the hall. When she opened the door, a well-dressed Laurent greeted her. His blue eyes twinkled as they skimmed down the length of her body, and he let out a slow whistle. Color flushed her face at his compliment.
“I’m so glad Luc kept Jac in the Underworld! We’re going to have some fun tonight.” Laurent took her hand and gave her a twirl.
“Laurent, you’re gonna pull my arm off.”
“Oh, sorry. Keep forgetting you’re human.”
“Not you too with this whole human thing?” She rolled her eyes at him. The fixation with her being human was getting old. Jacque struggled with her humanity, as if repelled by it. The thought of him caused her stomach to tense and the image of drowning in the deep green pools of his eyes surged at her with liquid fire.
“Not really. Humans are so fragile. We have to watch ourselves around you.” Laurent shrugged.
“Makes sense. I don’t know. With Jacque it seems like something more. Where are we going anyway?”
“Jac’s complicated. He has his own issues with humans.”
Angel was tempted to question further, but Laurent’s tone discouraged her. “We’re hitting a Supe club. It’ll be fun. I’ll introduce you to some people. People need to get used to you so the targets you’ll be going after won’t get suspicious when you start hanging around.”
“Is it far?” she asked as she slid into the passenger seat of the small car.
“No. It’s here in the French Quarter. You humans always think you have the monopoly on Earth.” Laurent’s toothy grin gleamed in the darkness.
It was a short drive to the club, but maneuvering the Bourbon Street crowd was tricky. People hung from the balconies, shouting to the street below, the beautiful architecture of the historic buildings littered with half-naked bodies. The hordes of drunken partygoers meandered through the street, ignorant to the hidden monsters lurking amongst them. Angel cringed when she remembered she used to be one of those
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