"I know about the camping trips, I just never followed... Is Tobi the demon hound?"

Vik hands jerks a bit in surprise, pulling his friend's hair a bit in the process. He looks at me with slight shock and I gulp.

"I'm an angel. I can spot anyone from Hell, a mile away. His owner is crazy."

"Boyfriend."

"What?"

"His boyfriend is crazy. They don't have the typical owner/pet thing that most demons do. They're soul mates."

"Weird."

"Not everything is black and white, and I think you know that. We all know what your job is."

"My job is black and white, you... you made it gray."

"Not like I did it on purpose..."

We both lapse into silence, unsure of what to say. His friend stirs on his lap but shows no signs of waking anytime soon. Vik begins combing through his friend's hair again, slumping into the couch. I can tell that the high from the blood is wearing off.

"Did... did you see it happen?"

"See what?"

"When... this happened. Were you there?"

"No."

"Oh?"

He turns to look at me now, a bit of sadness and curiosity in his eyes.

"I was kinda hoping you could fill in the blanks."

"I wasn't there when that bastard turned you but I was there before and after... I may be the reason he left so quickly after you woke up."

His eyebrow arches but he says nothing.

"I watched you walk outta the cafe. You looked off but I thought maybe you'd been drinking. That bastard was by your side the minute you walked out. I- I should've done something, but I'm an angel. I can't interfere."

I rise from my seat and slam my hand into the nearby wall. Bits of plaster fall, but it stays intact.

"I thought you were fine. God damn it. I thought he was a fucking client. I let you go home with him. When I checked up on you... god Vik. In all my years I've done my job, I've never felt scared. I'm supposed to be emotionless and I excelled at it, but you made me scared."

Vik gently rolls his friend onto the couch and he promptly snuggles into the cushions. Vik stands and blinks outta existence for a second, and then I'm pressed against the wall, the small spitfire holding me there, eyes looking up to me with unshed tears.

"What. Happened. Simon." 

His voice wavers, emotion clogging his throat. I place both of my hands on his cheeks and look into his eyes.

"I always check up on you, just in case something happens with a client. When I looked in... he was holding his wrist to your mouth and you were sucking on it, but it seemed so off. Your eyes were glazed over and blood was fucking everywhere. I felt so fucking scared, Vik."

Vik begins trembling, but I keep my hands firmly on his cheeks. His own hands come up and hang onto my wrists.

"You always leave your window unlocked, so I burst in there and tackled the bastard. He freaked out cause well, ya know, angel and all that. I tried to get him to leave, but he said he had to tell you some shit otherwise he'd be killed by the society. I left him to clean up the place and I just held you. You felt so lifeless, but then there was a small heartbeat. The bastard explained that you'd be 'rising' soon and that I should leave so I did, but not without threatening him."

Tears stream down his face and he looks so lost in thought. He opens his mouth to speak, first taking in a shaky breath. That's when the door is kicked in.