Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,32
driver tried jerking on the steering wheel, but it didn’t respond. “Come on, move! Dear God, help me,” the driver cried in what I was sure was his last prayer. “Move!” he shouted as the van rushed toward Jake’s car, knocking the parked vehicles out of its way.
“Get up, Jake!” I heard Danny shouting. “Jake!”
I admired my handiwork. To make things more interesting, I inched Jake’s car forward.
“What the—?” Abigail seemed to be the only one who noticed that Jake’s car was moving. I knew nothing could go wrong now. Tristan was still on the ground, and I was about to hit the jackpot.
Three. Two—what the hell?
“Impossible!” I shouted, looking at Jake’s car.
Just as the van was about to crash into his car, the car swerved and lurched forward. It skidded to a stop out of harm’s way.
I appeared beside Jake’s car, furious. In the driver’s seat, Jake was still unconscious, but Abigail sat in his lap, holding the steering wheel.
What the hell?
BEST FRIENDS FORNEVER
“They say I’m evil because
I have no heart and can’t feel,
but how can I feel when they kept
taking, pushing and asking much of me
until I gave them my very soul?”
Melody Manful
Abigail let go of the steering wheel and crawled into the backseat.
Did Abigail steer them away? She couldn’t have. Shock couldn’t begin to describe what I was feeling. I was surprised—and surprise wasn’t something I experienced often. I couldn’t think straight. No normal human could do what Abigail just did. What was she?
The street filled with cries and chaos. It didn’t take long for police cruisers and ambulances to arrive. Paramedics rushed to help the injured.
This time when she tried the car handle, the door opened. Abigail stepped out of the car and surveyed the surrounding hell. Sarah and Danny climbed shakily out of the car, tears streaming down their cheeks.
My eyes searched the crowd until they found Tristan’s. The moment our eyes connected, tears started falling down his cheeks. The night sky rumbled, the roll of thunder pierced every heart and brought sadness into the soul of everyone around. Except me. I just thought the forces of the universe were kissing up to him!
Suddenly he was right in front of me. “Are you happy now?” Tristan asked, clearly pained by the destruction I had caused. “Does this make you happy?” He pointed at the chaos around us.
“Ecstatic. Do I win a prize?”
“You’re just…” He paused, clenching his fists. “Just…” His blue eyes abruptly turned gold.
“I’m what?” I asked, stepping closer toward him when I realized he wasn’t going to continue his little speech. “What, are you too good to tell me how awful I am?”
“No, you don’t deserve even that satisfaction!” He transported himself to Abigail and her friends.
My breath started coming on too strong as anger built up inside me. My body felt enflamed. I clenched my fists, letting the burning rage inside take control. Instantly, my right hand ignited and I hurled the ball of fire straight toward Abigail.
Half a second before the fire blasted Abigail, Tristan’s hands snatched it from the air. Before I could inhale another breath, he stood in front of me.
“Enough, Gideon!” Tristan shouted.
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” I snarled, staring him straight in the eyes. “I came here for the girl, and she’s still alive.”
“Then I suggest you come up with a more brilliant plan, because this one is pathetic,” Tristan said, challenging me. The fire in his hands evaporated into air, and he was gone again.
“That is one angry prince.”
I turned around at the sound of D’s voice. She stood behind me, smiling as if there weren’t chaos going on around us. She wore an erotic, short red dress with a seductive smile on her face. Around her neck dangled an ancient crystal necklace that glowed every time a soul died—which was every second, so the necklace never stopped shimmering.
D was the only friend I had. She was the Grim Reaper and the keeper of the Underworld. As the Grim Reaper, it was her job to lead dead souls to the Underworld, where they’d cross over. And her being here meant she came to take the souls of those I just killed.
“And he just made one angry Gideon.” I made an attempt to go over to Tristan, but D stopped me.
“Patience, handsome. You aren’t going to get anywhere near his human by being Gideon.”
“How the hell am I supposed to kill her then?”
“I suggest if you want to kill the girl, you befriend her first.”