Regrets. I have a few.

‘-’-’Regrets. I have a few’-’-’
Rockefeller Center

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

The joyest of all the holidays still played through the entire city. Rockefeller Center is still buzzing with the festive holiday spirit despite the city’s efforts in attempting to curb the masses from spreading their disgusting diseases. It amused her in her own sick way.

It was a rare thing that she was let out of the sights of the Carnival lately, but every once in a while she would be allowed to escape their compound to wander. This time though, she took off. She wasn’t even sure how she made it back to New York but here she was. Wandering around the masses.

The ice rink has always been one of her favorite spots. She’d never get on the ice but for her it was to people watch. She’d roll her eyes at all the happy couples, all the lies that must be between them. She even gagged when she saw someone get down on their knee and propose to their other. One of these years, she would be able to rejoice when they were turned down flat but it was all laughter and tears.

She had seen all she could stand and turned around and her jaw immediately dropped when she easily spotted a familiar figure.

Of all the places, in all the world that she would see him....

“Come on, love!” stated the looking as amazing as ever, Miles Kasey. He was bundled up in a brown leather coat and the jeans that always hung just right and that wild ass dirty blonde hair tousled in his usual ‘Who Cares’ way. His face lit up with the same goofy grin he used to give her. It roared back a myriad of memories for a brief second that almost knocked her flat. But when she saw ...her...the harlot....the red headed sassy bitch that took her place...

What was her name again? Like it fucking mattered but it would drive her insane...BECCA. Larkin. She seemed worried at first but then he’d pull her in and whisper something into that whore’s ear. She could see the blush creep across both of their faces before he managed to pull her out onto the ice.

Angel hated the ice but she had never in her life wanted to strap on a pair of skates so much in her life and go out and slit her throat, especially when she watched Becca conveniently trip and Miles catching her. Oldest trick in the book....

“Oh fuck this...” she said just as she began to storm over to the rental shack, only to come face to face with Reverend Synister.

“Oh child...” he whispered, “You have strayed.”

“I was promised to be left alone!” she barked out before storming around him, determined to get to that shack. Except he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her closely to him, her back to his chest, “Let me go...I’m gonna make that bitch bleed.”

Syn’s eyes traveled to where, if it was possible, her heated stare would melt the ice, “Ah, I see. Your former dog has a new bitch,” he sneered, “So much for you being over him.”

“I am.” she hisses with almost venom spewing from her mouth

“Sure seems like it.” he said with almost a tone of amusement, “Waste of time my dear. Just like your match this week.”

Angel’s eyes drop for a moment before turning around, “I don’t even know if it’s worth it anymore. All I want is that Irish bastard one on one and someone thinks it’s a cruel joke to torture me with more multi-people matches. I’m so sick of it anymore.”

“I think it’s time, my dear, that we take this to the point of no return.” he simply states, “We all have demons we hide...Mr. Kane just needs a little push.”

She gets a bit of glimmer in her eyes, “And the match?”

He smirks, “We know what it’s going to be...you grow after them all, make them all bleed for your real family. Add them to the sacrifice that you have been gathering.”

“Brenna and William would be wonderful additions to add.” she says, “I would like to make them examples, but I do think you are correct in one thing....”

He raises his eyebrow, “That being?”

“I feel like I grow stronger after every battle. One of these times I will find the win but it’ll be in my own time.”

“For the first time...” Syn goes to agree but he looks up and suddenly glares, “I think it’s time we get you to the compound my child.”

She looks at him sheepishly, “Am I in trouble?”

“I think we’ll let this one slide, this was a chance meeting after all,” he wraps his massive arm around her shoulder and doesn’t allow her to look back, “It is Christmas...but let’s not make it a habit. I can’t look weak around the others.”

“I understand, master.” she says being ushered into a vehicle. Syn closes the door behind her before turning around and we see Miles’ eyes as round as saucers before Syn gets in on the other side and they drive away.

I may have regrets. But NONE of them are you.