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Summary: It all started with a simple writing assignment and a helpful classmate..........

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Television > Kindred: the EmbracedJaderoseFR181830,77287712,52921 Apr 0920 Oct 10No

Chapter 18

It was Friday evening before the routine of school, home, spend the night as Cassius, and repeat was broken by a nicely dressed Cash showing up at Sanctuary to have dinner with Granny Laveau and maybe take Angela to the Haven so she could officially be told about the Kindred. He knocked on the front entrance and then nervously shifted from foot to foot as he tried not to think about the fact that this dinner could make or completely break his chances with Angela. He straightened up as the door opened only to blink in surprise when he didn’t see anyone, a giggle finally made him look down to see little Elizabeth standing on a little, yellow, rectangular stool tucked into the corner right by the door.

“Hello, little one,” he murmured gently as he knelt down so that they were eye level with each other. “Who are you?”

“I’m ‘Liz’beth. Who are you?” The adorable little brunette chirped with a grin.

“My name’s Cash,” he answered, thoroughly charmed all over again by the child.

“Like our doggie?!”

Cash glanced around for any lurkers and then leaning in close he confirmed with a wink. “Yep. Just like your doggie.”

Before either of the two could say another word Angela came up to them. “There you are, Lil’ Bit. Auntie Rose was looking for you,” she said as she picked the child up and gave her a quick hug. After she settled the small child on her hip, Angela turned to Cash and smiled. “Hey you. Come on, Granny Laveau’s waiting.” Cash grinned as he followed her deeper into the heart of the building, chuckling when they stopped to drop Lizzie off, who insisted on introducing her new friend to Auntie Rose and giving him a kiss on the cheek before allowing Angela to lead him away.

“Looks like you’ve made another conquest,” Angela teased as she knocked gently on Granny Laveau’s door and then walked in. All poor Cash could do was duck his head shyly and grumble about his thing for smartass women who liked to tease him.

Dinner was a fun affair of the kind that was not as he had once heard one of his Clan sisters say. Oh, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, just the standard questions any proper parent would ask of their daughter’s boyfriend: Who were his people? What did he do? He wasn’t some hooligan with a police record, was he? That last question was what finally made Angela quite finding the grilling quite so amusing and start to help him. Finally though the meal wound down and after he helped clear the dishes, over Granny Laveau’s protests of him being a guest, he stepped up behind Angela and nuzzled his chin into her shoulder, realizing a fraction of a second to late that it was her bad side.

“Oh geez! I’m sorry, Angel! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He apologized sincerely as he pulled the neckline of her blouse over just enough to check the stitches, only to discover that they were gone. “Angel?”

Angela giggled as she turned her head and kissed him on the nose. “I went in for the doc to check them and he said that I was healed enough to pull them instead. Damnest thing he’d ever seen according to him. I just told him I had always been a quick healer.”

Cash hid his smug grin in her hair as he nuzzled her ear, happy that his little plan had worked so well. He had been shifting back to his human form at night this last week so he could hold her properly for at least a little while and then he had the brilliant idea to lick the wound to keep it clean and help it heal faster. “Well, since you’re all healed want to hit Haven tonight so the rest of my crew can see for themselves and quit tying themselves up in knots over it?”

“Sure. We can do that. Kinda miss everyone anyway,” Angela agreed with a shrug.

“Excellent! Let me call Linda so she can get a hold of Johnny and Drew and they can bring your car,” Cash said happily as he gave her a quick squeeze before moving off to do just that.

“Greatness. While you’re doing that I’m going to change into something a bit more comfortable. And no you can’t help,” she quickly added as his head snapped up and he gave her a playful leer, giggling when he pouted. The she kissed Granny’s weathered cheek and chirped, “Bye, Granny. Loved the food.” And skipped out of the room.

Cash quickly ended his call with a very excited Linda and came over to kiss the other cheek. “Thank you for the food.” He paused to make sure Angela wasn’t in ear shot. “And the chance to court your granddaughter.” He hurried after the girl so that he wouldn’t have to reveal that he knew where her apartment was, pausing when she threw another look over her shoulder as she disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door. Since he was there officially this time he didn’t feel bad about poking around and noticed that the Kindred books were on one of the shelves within easy grab on the fly reach.

“Hey, baby? Where did you get all these old books?” He asked curiously, pitching his voice so it would carry through the door.

Angela came out of the bedroom, pulling her braids out of the neckline of her Happy Bunny shirt. “They were a gift from an old Professor at the college I went to. Loved the guy to death, must have been eighty if he was a day and mind still sharp as a tack. When he found me researching folklore for a psych paper one day, we got to talkin’ about it and by the end of that meeting I was the daughter he never had, according to him. I just thought he was a cool old guy who knew a lot of weird lore. Shocked the hell out of me when I got the summons to go to the reading of his will and found out he had left me nearly everything.”

Cash turned towards her to ask another question only to pause and read her shirt. “Ok. I’m perfect. Now stop staring!” He murmured under his breath before he cackled and walked over to give her a hug. “You are definitely unique, love.” He wandered back over to the bookshelf. “So have you actually read any of these or do you just hunt down the etchings?” He teased with a lecherous smirk.

“Brat!” She gasped in mock shock as she grabbed a small throw pillow of the couch to, well, throw at him. Then she gave him a small Mona Lisa smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She teased back as she sashayed out the door.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Wayward Angel" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 20 Oct 10.

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