Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

was an angel, he probably got his wings back and would look at his time with Bran as 'some fun he'd once had with a silly human.' Wait, did angels do that? He didn't know.
    Bran didn't even think he was considered human anymore. If his father was an angel, what did that make him? A half angel?
    Well, one thing at a time; he couldn't keep standing there staring at nothing. He walked over to the door, lifted it up as much as he could to level the hinges, and slowly fought it closed.
    What now?
    Bran looked around the room. Carlos was dead on his floor. He should probably call the police department, but how was he supposed to explain what happened to the cops? Umm… yeah, this guy broke into my apartment with some demons and angels, they were holding my boyfriend and me at gunpoint and so he killed them and then disappeared with some more angels. Right. Sure.
    Can you say loony-bin-lock-up three times fast?
    Brandon scrubbed his hands down his face. He was lost. And alone.
    Again.
    He couldn't bear to look at Carlos' dead body anymore. Seeing dead people on TV was nothing like in real life. The man's eyes were still open and glazed, his mouth lax, and there was a gapping maw in his neck where Sam had slashed it. Blood was pooled under his whole body. Bran didn't even know people had that much blood. It was seriously gross. He knew he should probably feel bad for the guy, but he didn't. The man deserved everything he got and more.
    He strode over to the closet to get a sheet to cover Carlos, and as he was walking back to the living area there was a knock at his door. Bran froze.
    After the last time, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Were there demons out there? Angels? Leprechauns? The Keebler Elf?
    Ugh! He couldn't keep from answering forever.
    Slowly he stepped around the couch, keeping his ears pealed. All his senses were heightened and his hands were trembling, white knuckled on the sheet he had grabbed.
    The knock came again followed by "Bran?"
    He knew that voice.
    Brandon ran toward it, throwing the cloth he held in his hands. He pulled and tugged on the stupid piece of wood in his way until he could get to… his angel.
    Then, there he was– his beautiful, wonderful Sammy. He looked exactly as he had when Bran had last seen him. He didn't know what it was that he'd expected, maybe wings and a glistening white robe. Sam was still barefoot and shirtless, wearing loose black shorts. It was the best sight in the world.
    "You came back!" Bran was grinning.
    "Of course I did. I made a promise. Besides that, I could not leave you."
    Brandon threw himself at Samael, nearly knocking him to the ground. Sam wrapped him up in his arms, chuckling. "I assume this means you are happy to see me?"
    "No," he replied, still grinning. "I'm thrilled."
    He grabbed Samael's hand, dragging him in the apartment. "Where did you go? What happened to you? What…"
    Sam interrupted him, and pulled him into a bear hug once more. "I will explain everything, I promise. For now, I want only to hold you for a moment."
    Bran squeezed his Sammy tight, smiling so big his cheeks hurt. Then he saw Carlos out of the corner of his eye and reality hit him hard.
    "Sammy, what are we going to do? There is a dead body on my living room floor." Brandon looked up at his angel.
    "We will take care of it, and anything else that comes our way. Together." Sam smiled down at him, and everything was okay. Everything was perfect. They could deal with anything, together.
    THE END
    Author bio: Taylor Law is a northern born, southern girl with a free spirit. If it is romance, she loves it. Taylor has lived in the southern United States most of her life, along with her huge family. She started writing at a very young age; her first poem at six, her first song at seven, and stories followed directly after. She hasn't stopped since. A romantic clear to her soul, Taylor continues to believe in 'Happily Ever After.' She lives with her wonderfully supportive fiancé, her son, and two crazy cats. On any given day, you can usually catch her with a book in her hand, or creating something. Taylor loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her at [email protected] .
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THE NEXT STEP
    by J.A. Rock

    He's handsome isn't he? My brother and I think so too; by the way I'm the one on the right with the dark brown coat, my name's James.
    Jax is my