|Lies Dark As Night (Chapter 2) (standard:Creative non-fiction, 945 words) [2/4] show all parts|
|Author: Burn||Added: Apr 03 2012||Views/Reads: 1731/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Adelle is a hot shot hunter who was sent to earth to ensure that Eran behaves himself. Will she be able to fight his charm?|
(Eran's POV) The day dragged on since I first ran into that hell cat, and I was hoping I never ran into her again. Although, deep inside I knew that it was only wishful thinking. After all, she did say she had been created to destroy me. I gritted my teeth, and shot a glare up toward the heavens. They are black-mailing me, but no one would take the word of a fallen half-breed angel. My anger spiked, and a violent hiss escaped my lips. My best friend, Ron, looked up at me curiously as we walked down the hall way. Ron was shorter than me, but was by no means any less a player than I was. He was blond, with a killer smile that could make any guy want to befriend him, and drove the ladies wild. He was my right-hand man, and without him I don't know what I would do. He knew everything about me. Well, almost everything. He didn't know that I was a fallen angel, or that I murdered helpless people in the middle of the night just to feed my lust for blood. I couldn't tell him these things, or the hunters would come for him too. I shot a quick glance toward him, and grunted. "What's with you?" He asked, arching an eyebrow curiously at me. I hesitated. What should I say? Go with a broad explination, and leave it open for his own interpretation? It was worth a shot. I shrugged my shoulders once, and answered "A girl. She's being a bitch, and I can't figure out what to do with her." It was the truth. Some what. Like I said, it was open for his own interpretation. Ron nodded, and replied "Ah, the life of a player. It is a path of great trial sometimes." He hung his head, and put on a face of mock disappointment before shaking his head, and laughing softly. It earned a chuckle from me as well, but something caught my eye. I spun around on my heels, my intensified senses going haywire for a moment. Then it hit me. 'The hell cat must be playing with my mind.' I was about to storm off to find her when the head cheer leader bumped into me. I startled back, and looked down to find her books scattered across the floor. "Oops. Didn't see you there." She flashed me a hot smile that shot a wave of desire through me that shouldn't be there; not to mention blood that was rushing to parts of my body it didn't need to be. I groaned mentally, and watched as she bent over to pick up her things. I could see right down her shirt. I could feel a bulge raising behind my zipper, so I quickly tore my gaze away from her. 'Interesting. I didn't know a fallen angels body could react that way to a girl.' The voice was in my head. Not just a voice, but the hell cats voice. How was she doing that? Ron elbowed me in the side, and hissed "Help her pick up her stuff, man. What the hell are you doing?" As if the trance had been broken off me, I fell to one knee, and picked up her English book, and her Math Concepts book. "Thank ya, stud. I'm throwing a party on Saturday. You're invited." She winked flirtatiously at me, and took the books I offered her. I managed to muster up a smirk, and nodded my head "I'll think about it." Her giggle sent another rush of blood through me, but I tried to control it's effects on me. Hell cat was nearby, and I wasn't about to give her any more ammo on me. (Adelle's POV) For a previous angel, and bearing vampire blood, he wasn't very intune with his senses. I watched him from the shadows, a mocking grin at the corners of my mouth. Little did he know that I have been watching him for a few days before I appeared to him. I was going to learn everything there was about him. I was going to be his shadow. I was going to report my findings to the boss man up above, and I was going to destroy him when the time was right. From the looks of things, it wouldn't be long. My powers allowed me to pry into his subconscious, though I dared not look too far. After all, there were things I simply did not want to know about him. The stuff that was buried underneath years of playing, and killing was something I did not want to get into. So I simply didn't dig that far. I merely scratched the surface. Dirty thoughts began to run through his mind as the blond bent over. I could help messing with him. The look on his face was pure shock. I merely laughed, before turning away. I had to find new clothes, something that wouldn't scream 'Huntress!' or more commonly than not, 'Gothic freak!" I would have to kill some one if they saw who I really was. A sadistic grin cross my constitution once more. Yet, no one else would know my little secret. Eran had done well to hid his secret from the world, but there was one entity he could not hide from. No matter where he went, I would find him. No matter where he hid, I would find him. No matter how much he repented, how much he begged for mercy, how much he asked for salvation, I would find him, and kill him. Ladies and gentle men, I am a killer. Tweet
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