Angel had been feeling positive for the last few months. Since coming home from being on the run from -A, after Romeo helped her find out the identity of the bitch to keep her safe... she really had been feeling safer. More positive than she had since Alec had come to town and fucked her life upside down yet again. Angel had been traumatised by that man as a child and she was beyond angry now that he had ever been able to have power over her. He was nothing. He had always been a nothing and he’d died a nothing and Angel was glad he was gone - her only regret is that she hadn’t done it herself. Maybe she was jealous of -A for that in some way. They’d done what she clearly hadn’t been brave enough to do.
Angel had been getting her things ready for the past couple weeks. She had been making plans with Romeo to go back to Spain. Coming home had been nice, she liked that she didn’t have to stay out there on the run, but... Angel didn’t want this anymore. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder now, she could just live... with Romeo. Things might work out or they might not but either way Angel knew she wanted to do this. Walking back to her parents house, Angel was in fairly high spirits. She sent a couple texts to her sisters saying she loved them and would call them when she got to Spain in the next couple days. She was feeling happy, which was rare, and she was feeling positive, which was even rarer. For the first time, Angel wasn’t on the edge of anticipating some huge attack. Some plot or scheme or big bad thing. But maybe if she had stayed vigilant then what happened next, wouldn’t have happened.
It was getting darker as she made her way home, not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she would have in the more recent past. She knew that -A was aware that if anything happened to her, Romeo would shoot her identity everywhere he needed to without blinking. Because of this, Angel wasn’t anticipating an attack from anywhere else - and she should have. In the next few moments, she was knocked to the ground from behind, a nasty blow to the head. She could almost immediately feel blood but she was too stunned to even cry out. Angel twisted, trying to crawl away, but she was grabbed and pulled back. She turned onto her back, stared up at the red hooded figure staring down at her. “You.... you’re not....” -A. This wasn’t -A. She and Romeo knew who -A was now and this... was not her.
So what the hell was happening?
“I’m sorry, Angel. You’re just collateral damage. Getting rid of you is the only way I can get the proof outed.”
The proof? The proof that Romeo was holding onto for safe keeping? Angel felt sick as she tried to keep up and get free at the same time but the other person was stronger than she was and all she could feel was pain. Then she saw the flash of silver and shook her head. No... no, no, no, it could not end like this. “No...”
“It’s for the greater good....”
Then pain. Cold. Weakness. Blood pooling from the back of her head and the stab wound in her stomach onto the ground beneath her. Her eyes drifted closed. Angel Frazier... Elisa Dalton... after all this time, after coming out on top and beating her demons... was gone.
After a bit more catching up, Angel moved to grab her stuff. “I should get back.. I gotta go and pack some more and call Romeo. I’ll see you before I leave.”
Fallon bit her lip as she smiled, looking up at her sister. “It was complicated, like really complicated.” She admitted. “But she’s ready to tell her family and come out so I wanted to tell mine.”
“Well, that’s awesome. You better keep me updated when I’m away!”
“Thanks. She totally gets her good looks from, Imogen.” Eric smiled over at her, as he watched them.
"I dunno, you're not too bad to look at." Angel joked, giving a little laugh as she turned her attention back to the baby. "I thought I better stop by and see this cute little face before I leave town..." She looked up. "Obviously I means hers not yours." She teased.
“True and you can’t leave me here with an angry Henley.” Fallon laughed, shaking her head. She was nervous about telling her sister, though she knew she shouldn’t be. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her. “My girlfriend just moved into my place…”
“No one would survive.” She chuckled, sipping her drink as she waited for her sister’s news. “What!” She put the cup down, smiling over at her. “You have a girlfriend and you never told me?!”
“Good, I don’t think I could handle getting ghosted again.” Fallon teased, laughing softly. “I get it. It’d be hard not to call you Angel at this point.” She agreed. “I do have something to tell you as well…”
“I’m sure Henley would be furious too.” She chuckled, looking back at her sister. She was glad she was taking the news well. Angel knew she’d be happier with him. “Oh, yeah?”
Fallon nodded, reaching across the table. “I understand.” And she did. She knew what it was like for her sister to have to live with the threat of Alec for so long. “Are you going to change your name back?”
Angel smiled brightly. “And I’m not gonna dip off the radar this time... I’ll call and I’ll text.” She promised, thinking about the question for a moment before she shook her head. “No... I think Elisa’s gone now. If that makes sense.”
Fallon took a sip, lowering her cup to the table when she said she was leaving. She swallowed, trying not to ruin the moment when her sister was clearly so happy. “Oh.” She said finally, putting a smile on her face. “When are you going to be leaving?”
Angel hadn’t thought everyone would be over the moon about it but still, she’d kind of made up her mind. “I mean... you know, now that Alec... now that I’m able to.” Travel and live. And now she was safe from -A as far as she was concerned but she didn’t say that part. “I don’t know yet, I mean... I’d like to go soon.”
Fallon carried her drink to the table, looking at Angel. “Spill. What’s got you so happy?”
Angel looked up at her and chuckled, knowing she probably wasn’t hiding it, she was just enjoying feeling... free. “Okay... I’ve been making some plans and they’ve just got me excited but. It involves... me leaving again. To go back to France. So I can be with my boyfriend.” She bit her lip, but was still kind of smiling as she couldn’t get rid of it.
Fallon couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Angel in such a good mood and she smiled at her as they walked, opening the door to the Coffee Bean and following her inside.
“My treat.” She said, smiling as she practically bounced up to the counter.
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