She helped you.. She truly is an angel.
1.6k Words; Angel x Reader (1/2)
Small spoiler warning for Angel's Name!
You took it upon yourself to rid the world of another scummy asshole... But it went entirely south... Near her place and desperate to see her, to get help. You arrive at your girlfriend's doorstep. bloody, weak and ridden with guilty at her worried expression..
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You felt a stabbing pain in your side at every single step you took. The ache in your chest as you heaved out heavy breaths, it was agony. You walked and walked until you knew you’d reach your destination. How did this happen? How could you let this happen?
You, like your girlfriend, were a serial killer. You took pride in ridding the world of terrible people, scum or creeps that didn’t deserve the life they had. And one particular man stood out to you. You knew ever since you received information on him that you needed him dead. You spent your time watching the man, going over his schedule day and night. Memorizing random events and routines he had. From there? You hatched your perfect murder scheme.
However, it wasn’t perfect at all. This disgusting man, who you took for an arrogant, weak fool, was incredibly strong. He had used that fact to overpower you, restrain you. He took your knife and slash at you, protecting himself. In the end? You barely made it out alive. You doubt the monster would’ve stopped, he would’ve killed you for that attempt at his life and you knew it.
He saw your face, he has your blood even if mixed with his own from your fight. You’d be found out at this rate.
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Luckily, however, you knew this area like the back of your hand. Your girlfriend, Angel, lived around here. You walked these streets with her day after day, talking about everything your life could and will be as time passes. You love her dearly… you knew you could trust her to help you. Home was too far, and a hospital was a death sentence waiting to happen. So this was your only hope.
You pushed forward despite the throbbing pain in your side and legs, you needed to see her, to feel her warmth… You needed her help desperately. And you made it… You stood in front of her doors, stopping the blood that threatened to stain the floor below you. You shakily raised your hand, your adrenaline running thin, the pain only worsening. You gave three weak knocks, a light head. You felt like you were going to pass out any moment.
Though, your pain seemed to wash away when the door swung open and you saw her… standing and staring at you, her face twisting with worry. You always loved her eyes, the way they brought you comfort with each glance. You moved to walk in, tripping over yourself… and she was there to catch you. You needed this.
Angel lifted you to stand carefully, hurriedly rushing you to her guest bathroom. She set you in the bathtub carefully, panic ridden in her voice as she spoke. “Little feather, what happened to you?!”
You couldn’t respond, her tone giving you chills. You hated seeing her like this, the worry… even though she remained gentle through it all. You sat up, moving your hands to let the blood pooling in your hands fall into her tub. She wasted no time digging through her cabinets for her medical supplies.
You finally found your words when she moved forward, her gentle hands working to clean up your bloodied body. She moved your shirt out of the way, gently running her hands over your body as she scrubbed the dried blood away. “I… fucked up.” your voice was hoarse, your throat dry for screaming. You hadn’t spoken until now, so it was a shock to both of you. “I fucked up badly, my Angel..”
He leaned against her hand as she lifted it to your face, softly caressing your cheek. She kissed your forehead, silently urging you to continue while bandaging the major gash on your side. “Please, tell me what happened. What happened to you…” She whispered softly.
You didn’t want to worry her with this, to stress her. To add more problems onto her never ending list. But the look in her eye, the sincerity in your voice… it made you melt, you trusted her. You shifted your body as she worked, clearing your throat before speaking again.
“I… had a target I had been monitoring for over a month now. I spent time learning his daily schedule and found today, the perfect date to kill him. He’s an abusive man, controlling… he deserved to die… it was supposed to be easy..” You could see the shift in Angel’s demeanor as you kept talking. “That piece of shit overpowered me, easily. He knocked me down, took my weapon… and he would’ve killed me if I didn’t have that small chance to stun him… I… I almost died, Maria..” You muttered out, biting your lip to a bruising point. The thought scared you, dying far too soon. Never getting to see her again, leaving her alone like that.
You couldn’t stand the thought… And neither could She.
She seemed to tense at your last remark, her grip on your arm tightening as she finished up bandaging a smaller wound. You softly kissed her cheek, bringing her focus back to you as you continued.
“He still has my weapon, and he saw my face… at this rate, if he doesn’t die, I… I could be found out… And that puts you all at risk.. I’m..” you paused, the reality sinking in as you finally started to cry. “I’m sorry.”
She quickly shushed you, taking your hand into hers as she soothingly rubbed her thumb into the back of it. “What matters right now is that you're safe… This is out of your hands now, I’ll handle it.” She gave you a knowing look. Even if you tried to protest, she wouldn’t listen. You rubbed your eyes and nodded. She smiled at you, kissing your cheek as she pulled you to stand from the pool of blood.
“One moment… I’ll bring you some clothes you left over, okay? Take these off..” She motioned to your blood soaked clothes before leaving the bathroom… You could not be more grateful for her. You took it upon yourself to rinse off any blood she missed, using her soap. You always loved that floral scent she had every time she finished showering. This one was identical, but not quite it. Right as you were drying up, she stepped in, eyes covered as she set your things down on the toilet seat.
“There you are… change. I’ll bring you some water and pain killers… I know it still hurts, sweetheart..”
And she was right, it did hurt. But you barely noticed. After all, your angel was caring for you. You got dressed and fixed up your hair, limping out of the bathroom. The fresh air, finally the smell of iron gone, relieved your aching lungs. You walked to her room, waiting for her to come in. And when she did, you took the glass of water from her hand and quickly downed the pills she brought you.
You didn’t deserve this, to have someone as caring as her…
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She smiled, gingerly hugging you, careful not to hurt you. “There you go… Now, sweetheart?” She spoke sweetly, but her tone had an underlying feeling you knew all too well. You smirked, leaning against her slightly. “Yes, My Angel?”
She softly ran a hand down your cheek, whispering, “Could you send me the man’s information? And rest here for a while…” Your eyes softened at her request- no, her plea. She was pleading with you, and you couldn’t deny her what she wanted. You let her guide you to sit on her bed, taking out your phone as she whispered soft affirmations to you. They made your heart swell.
She smiled as her phone buzzed on her nightstand, a clear sign you’d done what she asked. “There we go… now, I'll handle everything. It’s the least I could do for you, after what you’ve done for me…” she spoke solemnly. She cupped your face once more, resting her forehead against yours. Her touch was always loving, her tone always gentle. You melted like this.
“Thank you… my angel..” was all you could muster before lying back against her pillows. You curled up, hugging one close. The smell reminding you of her. You slowly drifted off, comforted by the familiar feeling… Her smile stuck in your head… the last thing you heard was that same warm voice speaking out to you.
“Sleep well, my love… I’ll keep you safe, I promise.
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Maria looked down at your sleeping figure, her smile wiping off her face immediately as rage finally boiled over. Someone had hurt you, her lover. She cared and comforted you through thick and thin… but finally someone had crossed the line. They put their disgusting hands on you, made you bleed. Cry in pain, arrive at her doorstep on the brink of passing out, or worse. She couldn’t stand for it. Her lover, someone nearly killed her lover. And that was not a thing she could let slide, something she will never take lightly.
She stood from her seat on the edge of the bed, stalking over to her shelf. She grabbed her favorite gun off its mount, walking to her drawers. She quickly reloaded it, placing extra clips into her weapon case. Luckily, it was decorated like an instrument case, so it was easy to get around without suspicion. She grabbed her heart shaped crossbody, a gift you gave her back on her birthday… Quickly putting a mask, her gloves, and her phone inside.
She’d make sure you were safe, like she promised. That man wouldn’t get the chance to breathe another word about you after she was done.
As a matter of fact… He wouldn’t be breathing at all.
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Enjoy my angel lovers! I got feedback from someone who I personally think is the number one Angel fan! There will be a part two! I'll be doing the part two of Ronin's fic before this part two! I hope it's good!
