It’s February and in stunning West Coast fashion, we get a freaking snow storm. Not anything to do with this post, but…. I’m so over winter already. And we haven’t even had it that bad.
Anyway, this month’s song is Angel With a Shotgun, by The Cab. I’ve never heard of this song, or this band. But damn, one listen and I love this song… Kinda making me wish I was writing Lucifer right now! Though, he’s never expecting Heaven to take him back, lol. If you want to give the song a listen here’s the video. Despite really enjoying the tune, I’ve got nothing. Been thinking all day and still, nothing. And the one thought that springs to mind… well… not sure it fits the bill, but guess it’s what you’re gonna get. And it’s super short so… you’re welcome.
“Thank god, you’re here.”
Clay nearly tripped over his own feet as Sarah grabbed his hand and yanked him into the room. He stumbled to a halt, almost taking them both to the floor when she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she hyperventilated against his neck.
Clay held her close, stroking one hand down her hair. “Easy, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay.”
She stiffened then pulled back, swiping angrily at the tears dotting her cheeks. “Okay? Nothing is okay, Clay. And it won’t—” She gasped as shouts and screams sounded through the walls a second before loud crash shook the floor. “Oh, god. It’s starting, again.”
Clay eased forward, tugging her close, as he smiled against her hair. “Take a deep breath for me.”
“I can’t. I have to stop them.”
“You have to breathe for me, first. Come on.”
She hiccuped her next breath against his neck.
“Slower. Try to match mine.” He took a few deep breaths, relaxing when she finally calmed enough her chest rose and fell with his. “Better. Now, why don’t you stay in here for a few minutes and let me deal with this.”
She shook her head, eyes wide, her pale skin dotted with a light sweat. “I can’t let you do that. Shit, I never should have called you. But…I didn’t know who else to turn to? If my brother ever finds out how much I fucked this one, stupid thing up…”
“Shhh, you did the right thing. And Roy’s never gonna know. We’ll have this place back to normal long before he and Trixie get back. Promise.”
“How can you be so calm when you’re about to face…” She jumped when the something hit the wall just beside the closed door, glancing back at it. “They’re demons. Every. Single. One.”
“Then, I guess it’s a good thing I have some experience dealing with demons.”
She whipped her head around, staring at him as if she’d never seen him before. “Experience?”
“Just…trust me.” He pointed to the counter. “Is that up next?”
She nodded. “I tried once, already, but they swarmed me.”
“They’re like animals. They smell fear.”
“This isn’t funny. I thought I was ready. That it would be simple. Play some games, be their friend, but…” She met his gaze. “They turned on me. And… I panicked.”
“This isn’t a typical day. Ron set you up to fail, you know that, right?”
“Hey, you were smart enough to call for backup. That’s way more than most people would do. The war’s not over, yet.” He picked up the tray. “Do me a favor? Wait until it’s quiet then join me. And bring the cleaning supplies.”
Her mouth gaped open as he winked at her then headed for the door. “Clay!”
Clay paused at the threshold. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Why? Why are you doing this for me? Facing…them?”
He frowned. “Because I love you.”
A few more tears fell as she worked up a smile. “This might go beyond that.”
“Love’s a battlefield. If I wasn’t prepared to fight until the end, I never would have started.”
He turned, opened the door, then stepped into the living room. “All right, you little monsters. There’s a new sheriff in town, and he’s armed with cake. Who wants a piece?”
See? Oh well, it’s what you got. Now, venture off to the others and enjoy their stories.