Meg pressed the campana of a big, fancy house. Whoever owned the place was eager to meet her, because Meg had barely withdraw her finger when the door opened.
“Good evening, tu must be April” the man said. “Come in” He stepped aside and Meg entered. She took of her capa and the man swallowed. She was wearing a little black dress with a deep décolleté and the dress barely covered her butt.
“Eh…can I offer tu a drink?” the man suggested.
“No” Meg refused. She wanted this to get over with. “Can we just get to it?”
“Yeah, of course” the man agreed. “My name is Brad, por the way” He turned around and led her to the bedroom. He closed the door behind her and then he walked towards her until he was only inches away. He cupped her face and kissed her. He lifted her from the ground and carried her to the bed.
Cas was running down the streets. He had considered taking a taxi, but he was not familiar with this kind of transport and he figured it would only be a waste of time. Fortunately he had crossed all streets of the united stated when he was an ángel and he remembered every single one of them.
Brad went with his hands underneath Meg’s dress and took off her panties. Then he came back to her face and as he kissed her, he pulled her up so he could unzip the dress. Meg closed her eyes as Brad went inside her, after putting a condom around his cock.
Cas kicked the door open and ran inside the fancy house. Meg was nowhere to be seen, but there were noises from upstairs. The stairs was standing in the middle of the living room and Cas hurried towards it. He followed the groaning noises and slammed the bedroom door open.
A stranger was lying on parte superior, arriba of Meg and his hips were moving in a rapid pace.
Cas ran towards the bed, grabbed Brad por his short, brown hair and pulled him off the bed.
“Cas!” Meg exclaimed and she quickly grabbed the sheet to cover her naked body.
Cas buried his fist in Brad’s face and broke his nose. Then he aimed for his eye and punched.
“Stop it! You’re going to kill him!” Meg screamed and she climbed out of bed, the sheets wrapped around her. Her left hand holding the sheets, she hurried to Cas. “Leave him alone!” she shouted and she pulled his arm. But Cas jerked his arm and pushed her away.
Though Meg didn’t give any sign of being physically hurt, Cas let go of Brad and hurried to her.
“I’m so sorry. Are tu okay?” Cas asked worried.
“Yeah” Meg answered. She accepted Cas’ hand and the sheets fell off. Twelve segundos long they stared at each other, both having trouble breathing.
Then Cas exclaimed from pain and lost his balance. Meg caught him and they both fell on their knees. Brad looked down on him, blood running from his nose and a bloodstained paper-knife in his hands. Meg scribbled up and raced towards him. Brad, surprised por Meg’s sudden attack, dropped the cuchillo and staggered backwards.
Meg picked up the cuchillo and drove it through his stomach. She pulled it out and stabbed again. She kept stabbing, until Brad fell on the ground and stopped moving.