Kiss of the Year

Author: Alexandra Lucier

Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to Martha Williamson

Chapter 1

"So, we really have to go to this thing?" Monica confirmed with a slight tone of distaste in her soft, Irish lilt, but Andrew only nodded reassuringly as he drove. Monica sat in the passenger seat of their red Cadillac, while her friend sat in the driver's seat. These two were angels, sent to earth by God to help people in need. To be specific, Andrew was an Angel of Death and Monica was a caseworker/supervisor. A caseworker was an angel who met and helped people with life-typical problems and she was also a supervisor, meaning she trained a young charge to be a caseworker like her. Her charge's name was Gloria and she was already at this 'thing'.

They were actually on their way to a New Year's party, one meant only for the angels of God. Although, the very idea of it struck nervousness into her heart. The thought of meeting all those other angels at the same time would just make her feel like her work was being evaluated or something. But maybe she was wrong.

Andrew was dressed in a black tux and Monica in a sparkly, periwinkle colored dress with spaghetti straps. She looked great, but that did not help with her feelings about this event.

"Well, who's all going to be there?" Monica questioned again as she fixed her eyes on the road ahead in clear discomfort. Andrew sighed, knowing how nervous his friend was. "Everyone." He replied confidently as he, too, didn't take his eyes off of the road. But this answer made Monica's heart leap into her throat. "Everyone?" She repeated in disbelief as the word rang in her mind. "As in…" She searched desperately for more answers. Andrew chuckled and sighed for the thousandth time. "Everyone."

Monica groaned and leaned her head back against the car headrest. Andrew glanced over at her from the driver's seat and laughed out loud. "It's going to be fine." He assured her as he reached off the steering wheel with one hand and took hers with it. She forced a small smile in thanks, but still couldn't push down that feeling in her heart.

Just then, Andrew slowed the car and leaned over to glance out Monica's window at a building on her side of the street. "This can't be the right place." He murmured as he re-read over the instructions in his hand and focused on the building outside. Now Monica glanced out the window as well and shook her head in agreement when her eyes fell upon the place. It was an abandoned warehouse, littered with broken windows and spray-painted walls. The only thing coming from inside it was darkness. No music, no lights, just still, darkness.

"No way." Monica shook her head again. There was no way this was where they were supposed to be, but Andrew confirmed that when he re-read the directions in his hand. "Well," he sighed, "it says this is where we're supposed to be. Maybe we should just go check it out." He suggested as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Monica was hesitant, but decided to go just the same. She too, then unbuckled her seatbelt and followed him down the sidewalk, up to the building's entrance. Andrew grasped the old, rusty door-handle and cleared them for entrance. But as they stepped inside, the two angels found something they never expected.