Angel whimpered a bit when Lance answered the door. She had forgotten what he looked like. He'd really changed. She took a shakey breath, gently holding the cut on her arm as blood seeped past her feminine digits. She wanted to cry, but held the tears back firmly. She didn't have time to mourn over the past. It was over, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it now.
She took a step into the tower. It was literally a breath of fresh air for the fallen angel. She picked a feather from behind her hood and placed it on her arm. It shimmered, the skin tightening and binding together. Blood crusted to dry on her flesh, easily picked away by one of her lengthy fingernails. She watched carefully as her wound glowed, then faded lightly. The wound was gone, as if it had never truly been there. Funny, she'd been waiting so long to rid herself of eternal wounds, when the ones on the outside healed just like - snap of a finger - that.
Angel walked to the living room, sitting down on the couch. She wanted Dare and Kaze. But Kaze wasn't there anymore. She felt a tear run down her cheek, but brushed it away. She missed the old life. She missed her friends so much. She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling someone's pain from outside the tower. Someone was in agony. She ran her fingers lightly over the silken gown she wore, feeling the pulse inside of her. She smiled lightly. It was worth feeling that second heartbeat for. It was all worth it...