Chapter 3| Well hello, Mr. Bat
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CLICK! CLICK!
The rustling turned into clicks and immediately, Halo knew that a bat was in the area. She was relieved that it was only a bat and not some vampire. She was safe again. She was very much aware that she was living on borrowed time. It wouldn’t be long before the town of vampires realised that the mountain had collapsed.
“Ouch! What was that?!” Halo scoffed then realized. “The clicking bat. What are you doing here?”
The bat only started attacking the little woman. It was flapping its wings around and banging into her. It was too aggressing for a tiny animal. Halo could only wave it away but it kept flying back at her.
“Ouch! Ouch!”
The bat was relentless.
“Will you stop that!”
Almost like it understood her, it stopped and then flew away. Disappeared into the distance.
“Phew! That little prick! Look now, it grazed my forehead.” She thought she could relax now, but the bat came back. This time even more precisely aiming for her forehead and eyes.
Halo went from waving it away to now, trying to grab it.
“Got ya!” she had it in her grip.
The bat could only click and put out a mini fight to no avail. It was powerless now, with its little wings caged like that in the Angel's grip. There wasn't much that it could do for itself.
That feeling must have been familiar for Angel Halo. She must have felt powerless and defeated when Lucifer caged her wings in spiritual chains before throwing her to her possible death.
“Now, why are you so violent?” she was talking to the bat almost as though expecting it to respond. “Are you trying to protect this place?"
Angel Halo held no grudge against the little creature, she understood its nature very well. Bats were territorial, seeing her there must have triggered it to fight her away.
"Well, the mountain has collapsed, my fault. I can see why you’re mad at me. Look, you even grazed my forehead. Now I have a scar on my face. It’s not good for a pretty girl to have scars, you know.”
The bat was staring daggers at the angel. She wouldn’t let it out of her grip. Halo knew that otherwise; it would continue attacking her again and this time it might even bite. It was highly risky to be bitten by bats.
“So, this is your territory, huh?”
As she looked deep into the bat's eyes, she could see a set of human pupils reflected on them. Halo brought the bat closer to zoom in on what she was sure she saw, but the eyes turned into a shadow that disappeared. The bat’s eyes were clear and normal now.
“Whose messenger, are you?” Halo asked. “Who is your master, the one I saw behind your eyes?”
The only way she could find out its owner would be to cut its skull open and find the writing in a charm that was likely dug into its brain matter. However, she did not carry her operating tools with herself. The bat would just die of she insisted without the tools.
Halo wanted a companion, especially at her time of strife. She was tired of reaching out to the heavens through prayer that no-one was responding to. It was odd that no one was responding to her prayers from heaven. She was an angel, for heaven’s sakes. A fallen, broken winged angel but an angel nonetheless. She had to have had some sort of first preference than all the billions of prayers channelling to heavens, shouldn’t she?
“You’ll keep me company now. But first, go bring me food. Bring anything you can carry.”
The bird left and then returned with worms.
“Eeu! I am not a bird! Your master is human, is this what you feed him?” Halo then pointed the bat out, “Go get me something much better to eat!”
The bat was only grumpy. It wouldn’t move. In fact, it stood at a distance unreachable to Halo and it faced away from her, turning its back at her.
Halo scooped some of the sand from the ground and immediately, threw at the bat, “I said get going!”
Lesson learned; the bat flew out.
“Imbecilic!”
Halo could only hope that it would bring something more edible now. It was night time, and she was starved.
The bat returned with seeds. Halo wasn’t sure what seeds those were. She wasn’t done reading the book of plants and vegetation. But she was certain that the seeds were safe to eat.
Halo would remain stuck for the next 3 days and 3 nights in that broken mountain. Her broken wings even got infected. The illness would transmit to affect the whole body. She was now weak, hungry and thirsty.
This one night when she was dozing off, possibly to her probable death, she started hearing footsteps approaching. Who could have been there in the middle of the night? The footsteps were not stopping but only approaching. As she sniffed, she could smell the stench of blood the same way she knew vampires smelled.
Her life was in danger. One look at her, any vampire would strike her dead. There was an obvious war between the vampires and the angels. They’d been slaughtering each other for many years now. It would be especially easier to kill Halo in that state. She was not a threat but, instead, she was vulnerable and exposed.
Halo could only hold her breath and stay still. The approaching footsteps only got heavier and louder. Who was that?
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