Something tickled my nose. Over and over. I had a feeling I knew exactly who was. I
breath in and out, then quickly grab the wrist of the someone. "My , you don't like that don't you?" Asked VanGuard. I glared to his lavender purple eyes. He smiled so sweetly and happily. He then helped me up after he dropped his wing feather. As the blanket fell off my chest and to my hips I saw the white vet wrap which wrapped my left shoulder and my entire rib cage. Enough to cover everything. I felt my left ribs.
  "Your lucky Vela was willing to help. Eight inch gashes. You snapped two ribs, the blood you licked was just sleep venom." He explained handing me a cup of tea. He then felt my head.    "Your fevers broke." I yank my head from his hand, and glare to him. Bringing the cup to my lips. "Luck has nothing to do with it. Why are you even here? I've told you countless times to stop assisting." I reply taking a quick sip, blood falling into the tea itself.
  He smiled again to me, then took the cup. He rotated his finger over the china cup. My blood forming a perfect sphere before his very eyes. "I know you're getting bored with your job, but if I let you die now," He paused inhaling my blood to his mouth. "Would be a gracious sin. Dearest Sina."
  I grunt to his words of mockery. "Must you use suck sick ways of torturing my emotions, using my blood normally gets you sick. The only reason you keep me alive is because of our contract. My vow and wish to destroy the very reason humans fear creatures." I explain rising from bed. I wore white basketball shorts, His basketball shorts.
  "You look so lovely in white Sina." He said standing himself and smiling kindly. He then brushes my bangs back. "Satan still wants you as his wife you know. I just want to protect you."
  "Then why willingly join him, you are a pure and true angel for God sakes." I reply. Looking down. I was the reason he was an Angel of Destruction. My wish had the true purpose of killing paranormals. Turning him to what he is.
Despite what I said her kisses my forehead. Sometimes I was his polar opposite. Before Satan he wore the white butler attire. A white tailcoat, gloves and pants. A lavender vest and a silver sword. His hair was shorter and choppy then.
  Now he always wore white skinny jeans, a white T-shirt and converse. HIs hair in a mid back braid. His hair still choppy on his head.
"We should change your bandages before we go to school huh? I have the day off so I'll go with you."He said.
  "Aren't you a Senior? In College?"
  "Details, details." He replied. He smiled and sat me on the bed. Then carefully unwrapped the bandages. I gripped the sheets, my hands quivering as the bandages slid off. I wore a strapless bra. Thank God for that. "Don't worry Vela helped with that." He said sadness coating his words.
  "Is she alright? Steal is-" I stopped, well he interrupted.
  "They know. There thankful you didn't let him suffer." Why did I befriend werewolves anyway? He ran his fingers over the stitches. "Not healing as fast as the should. Have you eaten anything?"
  I look away.
  "Your utterly hopeless."