Bridget hadn't expected the situation that she was faced with now; she bit the inside of her cheeks as she stared at the famished family in front of her. The father of two, lanky, starved children held his wife's hand firmly and kept his head down as she stood in front of them. The wife looked at Bridget in distain; Bridget knew what she was thinking. "My family is out here starving while this chubby slut is full and clothed in riches." The look on her face made Bridget look to the kids. Their hair was matted and their clothes were torn, their cheeks were hollow and their bones were showing. It was a very painful sight.

     The wife spoke first, "do you happen to have a few dollars you could spare? My children are starved" her tone was polite despite the scornful look on her face. Bridget's heart hurt for the family and she nodded her head. The wife was expecting rejection and a sneer from the fat woman before her. Everyone else that passed them by did not even bother to give them a sideways glance, this one here, however, stopped the family entirely. Maybe her children would get to eat tonight.

     "I do have some that I could spare, but your children aren't the only ones starved; come and let me feed your family." Bridget brushed passed them and motioned for them to follow, in which they hurried after her.

     Bridget was completely oblivious to the looming shadow that creeped over the roof of the skyscraper beside her. It's eyes trained on the scene before him. He'd been snooping along the cities roof's and alley ways, watching the humans that bustled about. It was dark and smelled pungent, rape, crime, sin. He wanted to return home to Heaven, the smell and atmosphere drowning him. He had been here three whole months, scouting out the land, watching for any sign of faith or kindness among humans.

     Everything was tainted with sin, nothing was done out of good heart and soul, and faith seemed lost to the human heart. It was an angels place to guide these humans for they were made to care.

     He had been there for so long he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be surrounded by his Father's warmth. Seeing the sight before him elicited a sigh from his lips. He ultimately needed someone like her to breathe the light back into his soul; the warmth, the kindness, the faith, he needed this in order to return home.

The world was murky, nothing had been going his way, and frankly he was fairly enraged by the people of earth. He had killed very many business leaders and criminals, and his connection with his father was slowly diminishing. He couldn't understand how these beings could lose the faith and love in their Father the way that they were. God knows he misses his with his Father.

There were others out there, demons, who were far worse than himself, and seeing this pretty beacon below him, he knew they weren't far from her trail. They loved feeding off of ones pure light and soul after it had been dimmed from darkness. He wanted to protect her light, and cherish it; because he wanted to return home. Maybe this is what he needed, maybe it was her.

     He needed her.

TIME REVERSED TO WHEN BRIDGET STOPPED FOR THE FAMILY

     Jericho kicked the piece of metal connected to the roof and shouted to the sky. "Father, I am failing, I want to come home and live in peace with everyone again. This world, it's too murky and poisoned. I cannot possibly raise these people out of darkness." Jericho lowered his head and his wings propelled him into the air.

     He flew till his ears picked up a faint conversation. He landed swiftly atop a skyscraper and peered over to the ground below him. A woman stood before a starved family conversing with them with a soft tone, beckoning them to follow her. They arrived a few blocks down to a small diner where the woman held open the door for the family. The smell of faith and hope wafted across his nose and he almost sighed. It had been so long since he had felt faith, so long had it been that he hadn't felt hope among his Father's children.

     He had found his one way ticket back home.

     POINT IN WHERE BRIDGET AND THE FAMILY ARE IN THE DINER

     "Four specials, two orders of extra large pancakes, an order of sausage patties and bacon, two coffees, four orange juices, and two cups of fruit please." I smiled at the waitress who eyed the poor family in the seat opposite me.

     "Your order will be out shortly."

     "Why did you stop for my family? No one else did." The husband spoke and lifted his tired head to meet my eyes.

     I swallowed and glanced around.
     "I was always taught to help those who were less fortunate than myself, and in my faith I find that helping others helps me breathe easy."

     I watch, fifteen minutes later as trays of food were brought to the table and smile to myself as I watch the family dig in. The children's moods were completely altered and you could see the parents relief of being fed a hearty meal.

     "I apologize if you were expecting something other than breakfast food, but I can't help but say that my funds aren't the best and this was cheaper."

     The mother looked to me and grinned. "We'll have food for two days, this is more than we could've asked for."

     "Right, well I am going to pay and I'll leave you to your meal. It was nice meeting you and your family and I pray you find your way." I stand and make my way to the register glancing back at the family as a hearty laugh leaves one of the children.

     "You know you've wasted your money right? They will still be poor tomorrow." The waitress speaks to me from behind the register.

     My gaze pierces her own, "have a nice night" and I walk out.

     I walk many blocks and turn into the alley way that shortens my path to my small apartment and scratch the back of my neck when a chilling breeze drifts by. I pull my purse closer to my shoulder and look around me. Something was off, I felt as if I was being followed. 

     "Hello?" I call out and nearly scream when a mountain of a man lands on his feat in front of me. My eyes blink once and I raise my hands in what was supposed to be self defense.

    Where did he come from? Was he running from someone? He must have jumped out of this window. Maybe he was going to rob me.

     "If you're looking to rob me you'll find I don't have much." I speak shakily.

     The mans head tilts to one side and I can faintly make out short messy hair. What frightens me was not the fact that a man two times larger than myself in height and strength was standing before me, but that he wasn't speaking.

     I turn on my heels and run; even though I was a big girl, I could run fairly well. I just about rounded the corner when I was thrown up against the wall, and a large hand pressed itself into my mouth.

     "Curses child, I am not going to hurt you." I whimper slightly when presses his face closer to mine and I completely stop breathing when his features become clear to me.

     Short, messy, chocolate hair atop a head with prominent cheek bones, an upturned nose, full pale pink lips and a dark scruff. His eyes, were beyond any beauty this world could possess.

     They were shimmering pools of sapphire that held wisdom to put any scholar to shame. They were hard, and tired, and trained directly on me. I had never seen such eyes before.

     "Let me go." My voices quivers and the man grins.

     "Spare yourself the unneeded comments girl, if I wanted to hurt you I would have."

     Faintly I could make out footsteps approaching and I had all the nerve to scream.

The mans brows furrowed and his head turns to the noise.

"They can smell you."

     My own brows twist in confusion and I could faintly hear a small hissing sound come from around the corner.

But I was more concerned with the fact that I was souring into the sky, held in the arms of the beautiful man.

WELCOME TO ANOTHER SHITTY FUCKING BOOK PEOPLE.

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