Missy didn’t like
Regina. Actually, she hated Regina. She hated all demons. It was just something in her DNA. There was one thing she hated more, though.
She despised assholes who took advantage.
In her normal state
Regina could probably claw the guy’s eyes out of his skull, but as she was now…
Missy hovered above
the alley, her wings batting the air gently, quietly. When she had gone into action her clothes,
the ones she had liked so much, the ones that Soul had bought her, had shed,
replaced by her tried and true cheerleading uniform.
She had ruined her
new outfit. One more reason to kick this
bastard’s ass.
She could see him
leading Regina down towards the back end of the alley, a dead end, far away
from people and streetlights and anyone who could hear them. She followed him, them, watching
closely.
Regina was
stumbling; looking like she was barely able to keep upright, but the man didn’t
care. He just dragged her along.
“Come on, I’ve got
something to show you.” His voice made Missy’s stomach twist into a knot. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
Missy swooped in
closer, her eyes adjusted to the shadowy dark of the alley. The bartender tossed Regina down, sending her
sprawling in a pile of ripped garbage bags.
Missy could hear Regina moan in protest.
If his victim had been human, she would have been out cold by now, but
with Regina being a demon she was still able to fight the effects of whatever
drug he had given her.
When he reached for
his belt buckle Missy swooped down, her foot aiming for the space between his
shoulder blades. She struck hard, sending him sprawling forward, his face
cracking against the hard brick of the alley wall.
He turned, angry,
blood pouring from his nose. “Who the
fuck…”
He stopped cold when
he saw Missy, her wings outstretched, her feet hovering above the damp, urine
soaked black top. She was smiling, her
eyes gleaming in the dim light.
She was an angel of
love, but at that moment she had no problem becoming an angel of wrath.
The bartender
charged at her, but he didn’t stand a chance.
She spun, her foot connecting with his jaw. He went flying, his body smashing into a half
filled dumpster.
He was getting back
up on his feet. He was wobbly, and his
left shoulder was out of the socket.
“Bitch!” He was
howling through chipped and broken teeth.
Missy didn’t turn
when she heard the back door to the bar slam open.
“Holy shit!” Nando
was the first to speak.
“Stand back, boys.”
Missy let her feet touch down. “I got
this.”
The man ran at her,
his arms flailing. He was six shades of
sloppy, and ready to drop. Missy caught
him by the neck, lifting him up, off his feet.
She glanced at
Regina, who was on her feet and already starting to regain her strength.
“Let me have him.” Her voice was slurred slightly, but her eyes
were focused.
Missy looked at the
man, at his snarling, red face. She
looked into his bloodshot and angry eyes.
Was there any good left in him?
Was he already damned to hell?
As far as she was
concerned, yes, he was, and the woman he had intended to rape was going to be
the one to send him there.
“He’s all yours.”
With a flick of her wrist Missy sent the man flying. He crashed hard into the pile of garbage that
Regina had just been lying on.
Regina just nodded,
turning to the man. She straddled him,
lowering her face close to his. Missy
watched as Regina clutched his jaw in her hand, forcing his mouth open. There was no contact, but red wisps escaped
his lips, fluttering into Regina’s open, hungry lips.
Missy thought that
she would be scared the first time she saw someone get their soul eaten, but at
that moment she felt nothing. If the man
had been an innocent, maybe, but he wasn’t innocent. How many had their been
before Regina?
The man went limp,
and Regina stood.
“Thanks.” She didn’t
look at Missy as she spoke.
“You still planning
on stealing Gus’s soul?” Missy braced herself, ready for an attack.
“Steal his soul?”
Regina let out a laugh and turned. “Sweetie,
you have to be pretty bad before I can get dibs on your soul.” She walked
towards Missy, her steps more solid then before. “I’m your other half, Missy. The left shoulder to your right. I need Gus around just as much as you do.”
Missy did not like that answer. She didn't like it at all.
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