“Hi.”

‘She stares at me again with wide eyes…her hand reaching out to my face.

“What are you- ow!”

“Sorry…I’m not good with first impression…” She glanced mockingly at the brunette at her side, who just rolled her eyes.

“Why does my head hurt…and why are you in my home…”

“Calm down…as I said before you fainted…im a guardian.”

“…I don’t understand…like an angel?”

“Well…not exactly…I mean look at me…hmm.”

Spencer sat up quickly and pressed her back tightly against a cupboard.  “Oookkkaayy…so…why are you here.”

“I’m here to protect…Chelsea…”

“Chelsea! Why, is she in danger…”

“No…well then again she may be…I was suppose to be following her right now, but got side tracked.”

‘I watch amusingly as Spencer started to ramble on and on about studying the bible more, and church. She pulled herself up and walked to the sink.

I followed and remembered that I shouldn’t get to close to her…I didn’t want her to have a relapse.

Passion smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder… “I need to talk to you in private.”

Nodding, I followed her outside the house.

“If she starts to freak out anymore, try telling her a joke or something. We can’t allow her to get in the way of your mission.”

“What does that suppose to mean.”

“If she posses as a threat…she will be dealt with…”

“You mean killed.”

“God no. Her memory will just be wiped and she will no longer see you.”

“I don’t want that to happen to her.”

“Oooh…you like her already?”

“Shut it.”

Well…she did fit my types…but this was my job…I will not let my urges get in the way…but if they do I just hope the big guy is more merciful.

“I still need a shirt.”

“Just ask her to throw it in one of those washing machines.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“Oh dear god!”

“I have been gone for a long time you know.”

She giggles lightly at my incompetence, “Sorry…just ask her too…or like I said ask her for something to wear…if she’s not still freaked out.”