"James is a demon that has accepted to being a host for a snatcher, and it's a strong snatcher at that." He grabbed one of the dinning room chairs and sat himself down. "That's why he was able to send you a warning through your dreams. That's one of his powers is to communicate through dreams. I don't know why I didn't realize he was a demon. I could kick myself for not realizing. It was part of the reason why he was such an bastard."
Angie was quiet. Not just for a moment but for a good while. Jasper watched her continue to swing her legs and then she slowly stopped. When she looked up at him, he could see the fear in her eyes. The fear of the knowledge that she had been with a demon for so long and she didn't even know it. The fear of the knowledge that she been with a demon that had a snatcher in him. He saw her close her eyes, take a few deep breaths and the open her eyes again. This time, the fear was gone and in her eyes shown determination.
"So, what now?" She asked, hopping off the counter. "What do we do to get rid of him?"
Jasper snorted a laugh and shook his head. "This is way above our level. We let Mother handle it."
Angie scrunched her face in a scowl. "You mean it's way above my level."
Jasper shook his head again. "I couldn't do this either. Mother will take a more seasoned demon with her. She'll have this figured out in a day or so. In the meantime, I cannot let you be here by yourself anymore." He snapped his fingers and a few luggage bags popped into existence. "I'm your roommate now."
"Alright," Angie said with a shrug. "Pick a room. I don't care."
"I'd like to stay with you in your room."
Angie's eyes narrowed at the demon. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest with a pout on her lips. "Trying to get in my pants again?"
"Not unless you want me to," Jasper chuckled. "No. It's because I have a better reaction time if he comes back for you if I'm in the same room as you at all times."
Angie pursed her lips then relaxed and shrugged again. "Alright. You know where my room is. Go put your stuff away and I'll make us something to eat."
"Oh! Would we be able to get pizza? I haven't had it in such a long time and I've been thinking about it for a while now," Jasper hummed, licking his lips. "Extra cheese. Sausage. Mushrooms. Onions."
"Pizza it is then," Angie nodded, getting out her phone. "Our pizza isn't as good as New York pizza, but it's still pretty good."
He was upstairs by the time she said this, but she knew he had heard her. She dialed the number to her favorite pizzeria joint and placed an order of a large pizza with the items that Jasper had wanted, garlic knots, cannolis, and two pasta dishes for later. She would have gotten some pasta just for her, but knowing Jasper, he would want it too. It was odd. She had only known Jasper for a couple of months at the most and it felt like she knew him like the back of her hand. She hadn't even known James that well even when they were doing well. Jasper jumping down the steps like the animal that he was broke her from her thoughts. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"It'll be here in like twenty minutes."
Jasper clapped his hands and finger gunned at Angie who cocked her head and raised a brow.
"Great! In that time, I want you to paint something!"
"W-wait, what?"
Jasper nodded more to himself then to her. "Yes! Yes! You have twenty minutes to paint a new piece! Your time starts now!"
Angie jumped over the kitchen island and ran to her painting shed. She put on her apron, grabbed her paints and brushes and got to work. She used colors as they spoke to her; just wanting to be used in a specific order and a certain way. She could feel every fiber on that brush as she pushed and pulled it across the canvas. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing. Going with the flow and letting her mind go blank while everything else did the work. This was a feeling that she had been missing for a long time. This feeling had been the reason as to why she was an artist rather than a doctor or a psychologist. She could help people while still be true to herself and what she liked to do. It was as everyone said, choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life.
"Pizza's here!" She heard Jasper yell from the main house.
She dropped her dirty brushes into the cup of water, cleaned them off and put them away. She then closed the paints, putting them back into their corner, took off her apron and went to the house. She suddenly felt nervous and didn't want to look at what she had done before she ate.
"Don't worry. I paid," Jasper said, gesturing to everything splayed out on the kitchen island. "How did it go?"
Angie shrugged and picked up a slice of pizza then dropped it back into the box when it burnt her hand. "I dunno'. I haven't really... looked at the finish product yet. I want to eat first."
"Well, get to it then. I'm excited to see what you've done," He then nodded his head towards the refrigerator. "I put the pasta in the fridge. I assumed they were for later."
Angie picked up the piece of pizza again and scarfed it down, nodding at the same time. "'id you-."
"Don't speak with your mouth full," Jasper groaned, picking up a slice himself. "How many times have I told you now?"
She gulped. "About fifteen."
"Right," Jasper bit into the pizza and hummed in pleasure. "This is good. Just like I remembered. Although, the garlic knots are better."
She shoved two garlic knots in her mouth and nodded in agreement. "Hurry up and eat. I want you to be the first to see what I've done."
"Oh? So those nerves from before finally edging away?"
Angie shook her head. "No. I think they are excited nerves. Now come on! Hurry up!"
Jasper finished eating and followed Angie to her shed. The door had closed after she had left and with her hand on the knob, she suddenly froze. What if she didn't like her creation? What if Jasper's sharp tongue criticized it to the point where she wanted to destroy it? There were a lot of what if's running through her head at the moment which made her back away from the door with a whimper. Jasper rolled his eyes and opened the door himself.
His eyes went wide with awe and his mouth dropped to the floor. "Angie," He whispered, moving so that she could take a look. "This is the best thing you've ever painted."
And when she looked at what she had painted on that canvas, she couldn't agree more with the demon.