Sacred Blood Rising

Part#1

Angela

The sun was rising over the trees, painting the sky. Angela sighed as she watched it from the rooftop. She lay on her back, her hands proping her head up and gazed at the rising sun. The colors swirled in the sky and the music floated up into the clouds as if going straight to heaven.

"Hey, Angie you up there?" A gruff male voice asked from somewhere below. Angela winced, she hated being called that.

"Yeah Lewis. What do you want? Be quick, your ruining my trip." Angela sat up, her arms going to her sides. She watched the tracers for a moment then crawled over to the edge of the roof. Looking down she saw Lewis and someone else.

Lewis wore his usual wifebeater and black jeans and he looked up, making his bald head shin in the new light. His watery green eyes a bit red from smoking pot earlier, wandered from Angela to the other person. "This is Graff. He's cool." With that he turned and went back into the house.

"Hi." Graff said, running a hand through his black hair. He wore all black and even had black eyeliner and lipstick on. Great, thought Angela, a new one and me tripping my ass off.

"Hi," Angela smiled down at him. "Come on up and we'll see what I can get for you." Angela shuffled back from the edge and resumed her spot looking up at the sunrise.

Shortly after she lay back down she heard scrabbling as Graff came up onto the roof. "Whoa, that's a climb and a half." He laughed, a nervious laugh but not unpleasant.

"Mmmm hmmm." Was all that Angela said in return. She was peaking now and couldn't really concentrate on being nice to this guy when she had all sorts of things to look at.

"So," Graff said. "I heard that you could ah..." He stopped, trying to find the right words, then continued. "Score me some good kind bud." He finished lamely.

"Sure can." Angela stated and sat up slowly. The world seemed to go into matrix time to Angela and she enjoyed it. "I have some kind doesha here. How much you lookin' for?"

Graff smiled. He was cute when he smiled Angela decided. "Just a quarter. Lewis told me how much it'd be. I have it all here." He pulled out his wallet and tossed it over to Angela.

Despite being on as much acid as she was on, Angela caught the wallet and laughed as she sat for a full minute watching the tracers. "You want the wallet back?" She asked, looking up at Graff. He shook his head, no.

Angela smiled and leaned toward him, giving him a hug and using slight of hand to stuff the quarter down the front of his pants. Graff stiffened in her arms for a moment until he realized what she was doing. "Thanks. You mind having a bit of company?"

"Sure, lay back and enjoy." Angela said as she yet again took her place. "You have a cigarette Graff? I left mine in the livingroom."

"Sure do." Graff said pulling out a pack and getting one out. "Lite it for you?" Angela nodded, and Graff lit the cigarette and handed it to her. "You sure do look like your enjoying yourself." His voice held only a little bit of amusement.

Angela laughed and looked at him. "It's a miracle Graff." Then she turned her attention back to the sky, missing his reply as he mummbled it.

"You don't know the half of it."



Part#2

Homecoming

Axelle stretched as he stepped off the greyhound bus into the station. A duffle bag in one hand and the strap of his backpack in the other. He was happy to finally get home, and the grin on his face showed the world.

"Axelle!!" A females voice echoed in the empty station. "Over here boy. My God you have grown. What did the army feed you?" The sound of a womans laughter flowing through the air.

Axelle's grin got wider and he turned towards the voice. "Mom, looking lovely as ever." He strode toward the five foot five woman and dropped his bags. A moment later the woman's feet left the ground as her son picked her up and twirled her around in a huge hug.

He lightly set her back on her feet and took a look at her as she did the same to him. She had short cropped black hair, going silver at her temples. Emerald green eyes blinked out at him from under thick lashes. She weighted a bit more then he remembered, now somewhere around 230.

He was taller then she remembered, at about six foot two, and looked so in shape she couldn't beleive that he wasn't still skin and bones. His short cropped blonde hair was wind tossed. His brown eyes looked shrewdly at her and his mouth twitched at one corner until it was a lopsided grin.

"Is Angela with you?" His voice sounded hopeful. He looked around to see if anyone else was around. Alas, no one that he knew.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, Angela said she'd be here but she isn't." His mother's voice sounded angry. He looked quickly at her and saw her frowning.

"Ah, come now Mom. If she said she'll be here then she'll be here." He smiled at his mother until she smiled back. He really believed she would be here. Had complete faith in her.

As his mother shook her head, disbelievingly. "She's changed, that one. Not the sweet innocent child you remember, let me tell you." There was sadness in his mothers voice as she spoke and he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, let's go inside and grab some coffee. We can wait for a bit in there and you and I can catch up." He smiled and picked his bags up. They both headed inside to the Star cafe.



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Angela sighed at the red light. What the hell? It was making her sooo late. "You and me, we're in this together now. None of them can stop us now. We will make it through somehow." Angela sang along with her cd, or actually she spoke as Trent sang. "You and me, if the world should break in two. Until the very end of me, until the very end of you."

The light turned to green and Angela pressed on the gas. Her '72 Nova hatchback roared forward, putting a good distance between her and the car behind her. Four blocks to go, please still be there. She thought anxiously. Her trip was slowly going away but she was still a bit fucked up. I really hope they don't notice... She thought as she pulled into the greyhound parking lot.

She parked her car and turned it off. Opening her door she climbed out, keys in hand. She slammed the car door and hit the lock button on her remote. The car beeped as she walked away. She checked her watch, two fifty. She was really late.