My Guardian Angel - B3 - Ch. 7 Distractions

So I know its a little short, but its what I have typed out so far. Sorry. Thank you all you commented! KEEP THEM COMMING!!!

And I wanted to make a little note: Kier is short for Kieran. So his full name really is Kieran Kieth Vander.

Oh and I wanted to make sure everyone was pronouncing the names correctly. lol

Stefan : Ste-fan (NOT stevan!!)
Nikolaos : Nick-o-lay-us
Kieran : Key-air-an (or Kier is like Key-air.)

Those are really the only names that would be mis-pronounced. lol

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Distractions

When I got upstairs, I found Angel and some of the other guards setting up for tonight. Some were wiping off tables, some were mopping up the floor, and a few were checking the lights. Angel was sitting at the bar with papers in front of him. Inventory. If he was doing the bills, he would be in his office.

"Hey Angel," he looked up at me from his papers.

He smiled. "Hello, Mon Ami."

"Who is on bar tonight?" I asked suddenly

"Umm…" he searched through his stack until he
found the schedule. "Kevin is on first shift, than Emily takes over. Why?" They were the very few humans that work here. And yes, they know about the Vamp stuff.

"Because tonight I’m going to give Stefan some alone time with his son. And while he is doing that, I will be keeping myself busy by helping Kevin and Emily." I answered.

"That’s fine, but you have to promise me something first." He looked serious, but I think there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Try me."

"You know how the costumers get, especially when there drunk. They get touchy. Last time you were working the bar, you sent a costumer to the hospital. Just promise me that you won’t fight anyone. You must let a bouncer kick them out. Deal?"

"Okay, okay. I promise not to kill anyone."

Angel shook his head. "That’s not good enough."

I sighed, "Fine, I promise not to injure anyone. Happy now?" I know I didn’t sound happy. But you know you wouldn’t be happy either, knowing that you weren’t aloud to take a swing at the guy that just grabbed your ass and or breast.

"No, I’m not. What happened with Stefan?" well, that was blunt.

"Long story short, he explained why he said what he said to Raina. He lied to her, not me. Than we shared some very unpleasant memories. In the end, we admitted that we still love each other. That’s it."

He gave me a hard look. "That’s it? Forgive and forget? You move back to New Amsterdam with him, act like nothing ever happened, and forget about us?"

"Angel. You know I wouldn’t do that. First of all, I told him to give me a few days before I decide to be with him. I’m just not sure about that. And second of all, I made a promise, and I damn well am going to keep it. I never break a promise. You should know that by now." I turned to walk away, but Angel caught my arm.

"I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to leave, Mon Ami. And you’re right, I do know that. I should have never doubted you." He let go of my arm.

"It’s okay Angel. I have just been a little edgy, since
Stefan’s return and with the Mavericks attacking us." I reassured.

"Don’t forget to mention that you got to see your brother and friends today. And your son got to meet his real father."

I chuckled. "You always did look on the bright side of things." I walked over on the other side of the bar. We sell almost anything you can get drunk from. And that includes Blood. I asked Stefan once what it was like to drink Blood. He told me it gave you a buzz, and too much of it makes you feel wasted without the hangover. He called it "the perfect party drink". I think of the nightclub as a hangout for not only humans, but Vamps too. Some humans only come here just to offer themselves as donors. That’s how Angel feeds; from donors.

I’ve learned that vampires can drink alcohol as long as it’s mixed with blood. I came up with the names, and Angel added it to the menu. Things like, A bloody Mary, A Suicide, An Execution, ECT. Angel had said it was very clever and hilarious.

"Go get ready, Mon Ami. We’re going to be busy tonight. And make sure your friends leave before we open."

I chuckled, knowing that they are welcome to stay.
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Kevin was happy to have me help. By now we were so busy that without me, he would be in big trouble. I’ve had at least 5 men grab my ass. I hate drunken guys. Kristopher, Nikolaos, and Nathanial had left, but they came back to check out the club. They all have this bet going on about who can get the most phone numbers. Pigs.

"What can I get you!?" I had to yell so that the sound man can hear me over the booming music.

"How about, a Suicide and your number?" I poured him his drink and handed it to him. When I walked away without giving my number up, he reached out and grabbed my ass. Oh hell no! That’s the 6th guy, I turned around, my .9mm already out and pointed to his forehead and whispered/yelled in his ear.

"I would wipe that smile off your face, Vamp. This .9mm is loaded with silver bullets. A shot through the brain would kill you." His smile slowly faded.

"We are in a crowded place, with humans. You wouldn’t should me because of a little touch, would you?" he sounded a little scared, but he looked way too confident.

"No, I would shoot you over the disrespect that one touch showed me you have for women. Now get out of my club before I get too tempted to resist." I demanded. He didn’t stick around to find out if I was telling the truth or not. I looked over at the women staring at me as I put my gun away.

‘Wow, I wish I had the guts to do that."

"He got lucky. Last time I bartended, I sent a man to the hospital." I informed her.

A man that was listening to our conversation looked up at me. "What did the poor guy do?"

"He grabbed my ass and held on, so I shot that hand. Then I kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious."

"I take my "poor guy" comment back. He got what was coming to him. Can I ask what your name is?" he asked as he took a drink of his red liquid.

"Anita Zwinder,"

That surprised him. His eyes got wide and whatever mix of blood was in his mouth, was now all over my counter. I glared. "Was that necessary?"

"Sorry, it just surprised me. Anita Zwinder? Really? I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re real famous in the Vampire Council, for killing Vladimir without a scratch on you. Many have died trying to kill him, yet a human survived."

"Vladimir was my father." I stated flatly. I do feel bad for killing him. But guilt doesn’t control me. I still think he deserved it.

"Wow, I’m sorry. I’m Maximus, by the way." He extended his hand out to me.

I reached over and took it. "I would love to sit here and talk to you some more, but I have costumers to attend to."

"When’s your shift over?" he asked

"Technically it never started. I’m helping out Kevin over there. I’m just doing this as a distraction." Why did I just say that? I really need to learn to shut my mouth around strangers.

"A distraction from what? If you don’t mind me asking."

"I live downstairs. I’m giving my…ex-boyfriend alone time with our son, Kieran. I really don’t want to be sitting around thinking about it. Not that I don’t trust Stefan, because I do trust him, it’s just…complicated." I explained. Well, I kind of explained.

"Well, I hope everything works out okay. Since you’re not on your shift, do you want to dance?" he was flirting! That’s funny. He is cute though….

I shook my head. "Sorry, made a promise to help Kevin and Emily tonight. And I never break a promise."

"A women of her word, I like that. Just promise me that you will dance with me some time soon?" he ended it as if it were a question. I like that he isn’t demanding.

"That sounds fair. Fine. I promise that sometime soon I will dance with you." I paused. "But only because I live here, and happen to be here all the time."

"Thank you, I will leave you to your work." He smiled, then turned and walked back up to the dance floor.
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27 guys. 27 guys that were drunk and grabbed me. 27 times I had to pull my gun out. Did I ever mention that I hate men?

It’s finally time for The Fallen Angel to close for the night. I walked back downstairs, and then stopped. There, on the couch, Stefan was laying asleep. Lying on top of him was my sleeping baby Kieran. I couldn’t help but smile. They looked so cute together. I snuck back into my room and got my camera out. I made sure the flash was off, so I wouldn’t wake Kier up. I took a few pictures. Kier really does look a lot like Stefan.

I carefully picked Kier up and took him to his room. Gently putting kier in his crib, I turned on the baby monitor. Kier loves to sleep next to his stuffed bat, that Alexander had bought him as a joke, so I snuggled that up beside him. After I turned the lights off, I walked back out to where Stefan was on the couch.

I sat on the edge of the couch, and just looked at him. It’s hard to hate someone when they are so peaceful, and…calm. When you sleep, you forget about all the hate and fear of the day. You go into your own little world and you just forget about everything else in tour life, and you dream.

"Stefan, come on. You fell asleep on the couch." I put my hand to his face and rubbed my thumb back and forth. His eyes slowly fluttered open.

"I’ve dreamt of waking up to your face, like I used to every morning." He sighed and covered my hand with his, which was still resting on his cheek. "I’m guess Kier is in his room?"

"Yes. Normally I would have complained about how dangerous it is to fall asleep like that, but considering the circumstances, I don’t think you would have hurt Kier. You don’t really move in your sleep, if at all."

He gave me a small smile. "You still remember." He whispered.

"Of course I do. Now come on, this couch isn’t very comfortable." This sounded like a bad idea, but I ignored the thought and kept my mouth shut.

"Does this mean that I’m forgiven? That we can go back to being normal?" he sounded hopeful again. I sighed.

I pulled my hand back. "I can’t Stefan. I’m just not ready. Not yet. You can still come back into my room with me, but know that Alexander is going to be sleeping on the other side of me. You can’t get jealous, Stefan. Alexander has been my comfort, my release trigger, for over a year now. Remember that." I could see him physically flinch. He obviously doesn’t like Alexander.

"Yeah, I will remember." He said coldly as he stood. He followed me back into my room. Alexander was already soundly asleep, snoring softly.

I quickly changed into my penguin pajama shorts with the matching shirt. Ethan actually had bought these for me. He thought it would be funny to buy me really short shorts because I’m always wearing pants. Stefan changed into silky blue pajama pants and no shirt. I stared. No matter how mad I am at him, he still has the best body I have ever seen. His long black hair and his midnight black eyes just go perfectly on him.

I shook my head to clear it. I lay down in the bed, next to Alexander. Stefan lay down on my other side. Without thinking, I laid my head on Alexander’s chest and my arm automatically went around his stomach. Stefan growled.

I sighed. "This is how I sleep Stefan. I wouldn’t be able to sleep without hugging something. It’s a habit." I made sure to whisper so I didn’t wake Alexander.

"I’m here," he whispered right in my ear.

"But you weren’t. Just go to sleep."

Surprisingly, he did. But not without wrapping an arm around me first. I ignored it as much as possible. Though, it’s hard to ignore a big hand playing with my belly ring. I still tried, and failed.
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