Looking at you

Hey hi,
you must be thinking i am stupid and coming back to you.

Actually this was a secrete which i promise i will never share with you. But i don't think i can hold for so long. I know you will understand that with your unconscious mind. but here is something which i always want to say you.

There is nothing i can do when you are around, i can only stare at you. And not even can blink my eyes because i dont want to miss any moment of looking at you. :) I know i am stupid, but really this is a way i always feel for you.

I don't think i have any another way, then to understand you. I love the way you smile when you tightly close your eye and put your head slowly down, with hands covering your lips. I just love it.

I think i dont love you, i am in love with your expression, i am in love with you as a person, as a feeling.

There is no Present, no Past, no future when there is you that's only you.

I dont know how long we gonna be get together but you will always be there in my heart as a soft feeling... as a warm feeling.

Thank you...Thank you (I know this is not allowed in between us but still, i want to), so much to make me feel so alive and full of so love.

Love You...Love YOU...as Candle love to BURN...

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Taken from Sanity

               The lady with the candle-light dress took my hand and smiled. "I would love this dance."

               First time a girl had said yes.

               I felt fancy wearing this suit - I had found it the room I woke up in - but she remarked on how plain it was. Compared to her shimmering, yellow, no - orange, no - red dress that reminded me every bit of a flame, I supposed it was.

               "You know, we live for extravagance. And you're one of us now. You live for extravagance, too." She noticed my pointed glance at her dress. "You like it?"

               She twirled out of my arms and back in, keeping in perfect time with the music as we glided across the marble floor. "How long have you been here?" she asked.

               "Since yesterday, I think."

               "Wow. You were just Taken, then. What from? Was it happy? Or is that a painful question?"

               "Far from it."

"...You're never goin' ta amount ta nuffin. Ya ain't no son a mine, walkin' 'round like tat, not carin' bout your poor old pa who done nuffin but take care'ya since the day ya were born. Out wif ya and ya ain't comin' back, ya hear?" screamed Pa, like every day. He never meant it. But that didn't take the sting off his words. Often I wished I could just escape to somewhere, town, another country, France, even. But I had no money - any I earned was taken from me. So I walked down towards Tipper's Creek, my hiding spot. Nothing, no one could find me there.

               "Sorry, what was that?" asked the candle-dress lady. "I didn't hear."

               "Wha...?"

But that day, when I arrived, something else did too.

Call me loony, but they were faeries.

Little people that sang and danced around, whipping my hair into incredible shapes and disappearing into the fog, only to reappear seconds later. They whispered.

               "Come with us... come with us... escape..."

Escape.

               "Yes... escape... come with us..."

And so I did.

I woke up in a stone room, on a bed made of glass. Confused, I sat up, seeing nothing else but an incredibly tiny door and a posh suit stretched across the foot of the bed. With nothing else to do, I put the suit on.

Without getting any smaller, and without the door getting any bigger, I opened it and slipped through... into this. A party in a hall with giant, vaulted ceilings and any number of beautiful people sashaying across the gilded floor, the music floating from an orchestra on a dais. The kind of thing I'd only ever dreamed of.

               "Did I do that? Oops!" laughed my dancing-partner, interrupting my internal memoir with a splash of water. "Welcome back, Dreamer! Well, we have a name for you at last. Would you like to know mine? It's Flair! How fitting, yes? Do you have a Sponsor yet?" she babbled, leaving me entirely confused. Dreamer? Was that my name?

               Of course! How could I forget my own name?

               "Sponsor?" I questioned, not knowing what that was.

               "Of course! I'd offer to be yours, but then we couldn't dance like this any longer. We'd be considered related," she whispered, as if revealing a dark secret. "You want to dance, don't you, Dreamer?"

               "Flair, share the good dancers every now and then!" giggled another lady who didn't walk - she bubbled. "Pleasure... my name's Pleasure. What's yours?"

               "Dreamer," supplied Flair, unfazed by this new and rather overwhelming piece of work. Pleasure was wearing a translucent blue and white - or was it green and black - dress that changed shape whenever she moved.

               "Oh, please, Dreamer, may I have this dance? It's so rare we get new ones Taken around here."

               "What?" I asked, befuddled.

               "He's so cute!" squealed Pleasure. "Does he have a Sponsor?" she inquired of Flair.

               "Not yet... do you know anyone?"

               "Oh of course, of course, but let's not worry about details now. It's introduction time!" Pleasure winked at Flair.

               And so began a whirlwind of a ball that led me through well over fifty partners, each one worlds apart from the prior, but still so much alike. And after I had met every lady in the room - there were no men - I found myself back in Flair's hands, utterly confused.

               "...Flair? The music's stopped..." For some reason, this scared me.

               "Yes, yes, the ball is over, silly!" she chided. "Now come with me, we'll get you fixed up and find you a place to stay 'till someone agrees to Sponsor you..."

               She said something more, but I wasn't listening. My head was a whirlwind of thoughts. Since I had arrived, I'd been confused. Now pieces of the puzzle were clicking into place.

               I had been Taken, whatever that meant, from the mortal realm into Faerie. I assumed by these people. In my world, they were small, and here, they were human - sized. At least that kind of made sense, according to the legends that wove complicated tapestries of magic in the mortal world. There'd been stories galore about children strayed too far into the woods and kidnapped by faeries to come and live in the Faerie world. Something was bad about that... I couldn't quite remember...

               Something was dulling my senses. Shouldn't I be at least awestruck at the fact that I wasn't on Earth any more? Shouldn't I be cautious, or excited? But I felt as if nothing was out of the ordinary - surely everyone sleeps in glass beds, right?

               But I had no more time to think. Flair had led me to another glass bed and I collapsed upon it like a fish returning to water after a year away. In a heartbeat, I was asleep.

...

               I don't know how much time passed, but I awoke on that same bed, feeling happy and at home. No more screaming of Pa, no more scolding from Ma, and best of all, no more disdainful looks from all the other boys my age.

               Again, there was a door too small to fit through on the far wall of the stone room. I put on the clothes laid across the end of my bed, and crawled out.

               I found myself in a long hallway flanked by many doors, made of stone in the same manner mine was. I walked down the long corridor and scanned each of the glass nameplates hung upon them. Flair, Pleasure, Wonder, Virtue, Creativity, Benevolence, Mischieve, June... tons of others, as well, but each relating to or being a quality or state of mind. Peace, Joy, Fear, Furie, July... I had met all these people at the ball last night... or was it two nights ago? I couldn't remember. Something was keeping me from thinking.

               As I reached the end - with a door marked Terror, I slowly turned around, and seeing no way out, I walked back to my end of the hall. As I approached my door, now marked Dreamer, I saw Flair waiting outside.

               "Dreamer! You're awake! So you've seen the Corridor, have you? Silly Dreamer. You’re not supposed to wake before us," she chided. Was there a slightly condescending tone in her voice? As if she was talking to a toddler?

               No, no, of course not. This is Flair. She helped me. She said "Yes!" when I asked her to dance.

               "I... I..." I mumbled, not sure of what to say.

               "Oh, you're so cute I can hardly stand it! Now let me see what clothes Pleasure picked for you. Come here for a second, Dreamer."

               "Oh..kay?"

               "Great, great great. Perfect. Let's do this, then," she told me, nodding. What? What did she do? I was so confused. Nothing had happened. She didn't even do anything but tap my shoulder and look at me.

               "Give it a moment, give it a moment..." she told me.

               Something happened.

               I couldn’t describe the feeling, it was so bizarre. Like turning into a cherry soda, and back again in an instant. In a moment, I was normal again. But something had changed.

               Before I had time to think, Pleasure giggled down the hall, arm-in-arm with another woman. The woman she was babbling to shocked me for a second. She was normal. Not at all did she seem affected by this insane world she was in. Walking down the stone Corridor as if she was in church.

               “Dreamer, I’d like you to meet Terror,” said Pleasure.

               Terror? Normality isn’t… terror. Is it? Is that why I escaped? Why can’t I think?

               “Hello, Terror,” I ventured, unsure.

               “Dreamer,” she said curtly. “I’m your Sponsor.”

               Pleasure gasped. “Flair! Have you been messing with Dreamer’s outfit?”

               Flair said something to the effect of no, of course not, but I was consumed in the soda-feeling again. I didn’t hear her. Terror laughed. 

               Pleasure was getting out of hand, I thought, but maybe such arguments were regular here. I didn’t know anything.

               “Dreamer. Come with me. These two will go at it forever.” Terror started down the hallway, then turned when she realized I wasn’t following.

               “But…?” I felt obliged to stay. I didn’t know why.

               “Come on!”

               I went.

               She pointed out the names of the people on the wall, clarifying the behavior of those whose names didn’t tell it all. June, apparently, was constantly happy. July was slightly insane. Mischieve was constantly trying to infuriate Furie, which wasn’t difficult. And Creativity and Virtue worked as a team to bore them all to death.

               I laughed at the last one, and Terror looked at me strangely.

               “Good,” she said. “They haven’t gotten to all of you yet.” She refused to explain herself.

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The World Unknown.

Sitting where I am today, sitting down on the cold concrete of this pipe, makes me stop and think. If I were to die today, dyeing in the arms of someone I loved would the be the best way to go. As if, dyeing without someone, would be like, dyeing, but with the pain of an already existing broken heart. As if the person you loved, would be there for you through everything you went through, or a best friend to be there to hold you as you take your last breathes.

The wind, that passes from tree to tree, house to house, that ends up coming to me, makes it seem like it has traveled for miles on end just to playfully throw my hair. Or the way is caresses my face, the way the one I loved once did, before he drew me in for a kiss. But the one that I had once fallen for, makes me now realize that men are strange. Men, the way that they are made, or born, are as if they don't want to think, and they won't try. But this man, I thought was different. He soon proved me wrong, by ripping my heart out, and dancing on it with the woman you cheated on me with. My judgment on everything is off lately. I'm so scared that if I let another man in my life, that he will only do the same thing...

I'm sorry, I must get my horrible manners from the werewolf I live next to. My name is Chloe. Chloe Creao. And yes, I, along with my neighbor are werewolves. The stereo type you are thinking about, would be the killing, oversized, walking like a man, werewolf. Or, if you have seen Twilight, then the over sizes wolves. But no, Werewolves are only shape shifters that shape shift into wolves. We are no bigger, nor smaller then any other wolf out there. We don't walk on two legs when we change, and shifting is also quick and painless. My neighbor, Samuel, has been trying to claim me as his mate for a year now. But as for me, I'm only a 4 year old wolf. Was turned when I was 18. Sam on the other hand, has been a wolf for over 20 years now. Oh, and we don't age once we are bitten. At least we don't look like we age. Sam was 20 when he was bitten. So technically, a 40 year old is trying to take a 22 year old for his mate.

A knock came upon my door, and I knew who it was before I got down stairs to answer it.

"Hello Sam." I said, opening the door. Sam was a wonderful man, tan, tall, and handsome. I'll give him that. But I just can't believe how old he is. It's kind of gross. I must sound like an idiot writing this... But I think I was made to remember my life, so that I could pass it on to you.

"Hello, Chloe." He said, as he stepped inside. 'oh yeah, please, come on in.' Was all i could think of saying. But I stopped myself.

"What brings you over?" I asked him with a smile on my face. I could smell he was upset about something, but I couldn't tell what it was. He wasn't happy when I asked him the question, so I took a step back to be sure I wouldn't set him off.

"You see, Chloe. I'm the Alpha's son, so that means I'm next in line to become alpha...." I already knew this, but I let him keep talking anyway. "...I have to have a mate before I can become alpha." I stopped him right there, I knew what he wanted, and I knew that he was going to try and force me to be his mate. I took a step back, and shook my head.

"No, Sam. You can't do this again." I said, wanting to shift, and run away... He held out his hand, and stepped towards me. I could smell the arousal in the air. he stood over me, as he would when he was wolf, tring to get a fae. I wanted to step out from under him, but his power over me, almost made me want to drop to my knees. Damn him. I sighed.

"Sam, I can't be your mate." I said, and sighed. He had already tried this when I was a new born. New born, meaning new wolf. He sighed, and it sent shivers down my back. I had to admit, he was hot. But becoming an alpha female would be nothing for me. I'd rather live my werewolf life as an omega, then an alpha female. That says a lot in a werewolf pack. I sighed, and wanted to give in so bad to the temptation of kissing him. He bent down, and kissed my neck. I got goose bumps.

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Sneaking Around in the Dark

Darkness is a thick blanket that threatens to choke any who ventured out in it. If I wanted to, I felt I could cut it with one of my daggers. The moon above offers no light as I slip through the tangle of tents, the clink of my knives quieted for this mission. No one needs to know of my quest.

In my hand rests a roll of parchment, the spider-web scrawl visible to my magic altered sight. The red writing, no doubt written in blood, holds a most precious secret, one I am assigned to protect with my life. I have to get it out of the camp and into the hands of their enemy, for I am a Messenger, and this letter is from an allied Spy.

My breath becomes visible in the air, creating a thick cloud that I cut through with my body. The rise and fall of my chest hastens as I quicken my steps, now passing the Admiral's tent. This is tricky part. Between here and the thunder of dragons lies an army of sleeping bodies, whose snores are an ungodly drumbeat. Carefully, I slink my way passed the white tent of the commander, holding my breath when I see movement out of the darkened interior. He is awake!

It is too late to turn back now. Dropping to the ground, I tuck the message into the waistband of my trousers, the bandages around my torso going tight with the movement. On bent knee, I unsheathe one of my trusty daggers, the black black reflecting no light from the dying embers of the evening's fire. A grunt and yawn announces the Admiral's approach and I am thankful for the new moon night. With no light to reveal my presence, I step back, hopeful to get away silently. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

Without warning, I feel the rise of a hound's tail beneath my heel moments before a pained howl pierces the air. My cover has been compromised. Turning quick, I shove the parchment further down the waist of my pants, losing it completely in the recess of my loose garments. It is horribly uncomfortable.

"Oi," the Admiral's gruff, sleep heavy voice sounds. "Who goes there?"

"I, sir." I step closer to the enemy, deepening my voice to the one he recognizes. "Aiden Roche."

"Aiden," he laughs. "What in the blazes are you doing out at the ungodly hour?"

I squirm as a corner of the thick paper pressed into a rather private area. "Couldn't sleep, sir. I thought I'd check on the dragons."

"We have guards for that, young man." I see his face contort into a squint. "Why are you wiggling so? Ants in your pants?"

"It seems the night's gruel isn't good to me, sir." I struggle to keep a straight face and he steps away from me. The cooks are notoriously bad for using spoiled food in their recipes.

"Very well then. Get on about your business, and be quick about it. We move out at dawn."

I clench my fists and cross them across my chest, bowing at the waist in the Atrian salute. "Yes, Admiral Wilcox. Right away, sir."

As he goes about his business, putting out the coals in a rather manly, and disgusting, way, I make haste towards the dragons, wary of more dogs.

I see him before I feel his mind.

There are few dragon riders in the Atria army, and I just so happen to be one of them. I do not complain, for the pay is good on their terms, but it is no where near the amount the Everlyn king is paying me to chart messages back and forth. With two incomes, I feel satisfied that I will be able to pay for my sister's operation and get us a good parcel of land in some foreign country, away from this Gods forsaken war.

Careful, Sage. The guard approaches. The rumble of Whar's mind-speak rolls through my mind like a dense cloud. His presence enters my thoughts, showing me the heat image of a man walking towards my direction.

I take cover in a bush, wincing as the letter once again digs into my backside. I really hope that King Heron does not find out where this letter was hidden.

The guard seems to be walking extremely slow, and I contemplate the chances of making it across without him seeing me. I decide to bide my time.

Clenching the branches to keep me steady, I count the old man's steps until he passes, reaching the annoying amount of seventy-three. I could have done that in half the steps, and still caught a spy in the bushes. Some guard he is.

When I check that he is a safe enough distance away, and when Whar gives me the go ahead, I push from the shrubbery, masking my steps with a bit of magic. They never know what passed them, the fools, let alone what they allowed in their ranks. A female and an member of the Celestial Order? Some fearsome army this was.

Quickly, Sage, before they make their rounds again. Solstice braces his leg and I take a running start before using his claws as mounts and his scales as handholds. When I reach the level part of his foreleg, I stop. What are you doing, youngling?

"Just hold on a second, would you," I whisper fiercely into the air. I begin to undo my sword belt and trousers. "I can't ride all the way to Everly with the letter in my pants."

We could have stopped before we got to the palace. His grumbling does nothing to sway me. With my trousers loosened, I dig around until I feel the rustle of the paper beneath my finger tips. Are you done yet?

"Almost." I fumble to pull the paper out of the recess of the fabric without dropping my hold on my garments or losing my balance.

Someone approaches. With a girlish yelp, I snatch the letter and stash it under my arm, leaping onto the dragon's scaly back. The sounds of voices approach, youthful and vibrant.

"I tell you, Ivan, that boy had the chest of a woman," one says. "Something is not right about that one."

"And I think it has been a while since you've relieved yourself." A chorus of male laughter rides the air like a song.

As they approach, I spot the light of torches. I cannot stay on Solstice's back, and there is no where to hide. With a grimace at my undone pants and belt, I groan at what I will have to do. I drop my pants, put the leather of my belt between my teeth, and reach for one of the spikes that line most of my dragon's back. With both hands wrapped around the breadth if the spike, I let my body hand against Solstice's shoulder, opposite of the side the men will approach. I pray that they do not move any closer to the golden beast, for they will then see my fingers.

The muscles in my arms tense as I hear them near, and I fear they will see my pants, which have fallen to my knees, revealing my most private parts to the creatures of the night.

"Ho, ain't that the womanly man's dragon?" Oh, Hell. This is so not my night. Another round of roaring laughter fills the night, deep and booming. It is clear they have went against orders and stayed up drinking the last of their ale.

Their footsteps sound closer. "Let's see if he's friendly."

To my relief, Solstice lets loose a warning growl. I am in no mood for your foul stench tonight, drunkards. Leave me be, or it shall be my fire-breath for you.

The men scramble like chickens before the butcher. Solstice watches them leave, letting me know when they are far enough away.

Must you rub you buttocks all over me?

"Quiet." I growl, securing my pants as I balance on his saddle. I secure myself in the straps, bracing myself for lift-off. As his mighty wings beat against the air silently, I pray that the rest of the flight will be uneventful.

To be continued...

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Island People

Cairo thought she was going to be ill as she perched in the bow of the boat.  The boat rose up onto a wave and then fell with a spray of water into the trough only to be thrust violently up again.  Every rise and fall served to jar her spine and make her teeth rattle.  As she watched the ten, dark squat men labor over their oars, arms and back muscles straining, she didn’t dare say anything. 

Initially when they’d first started out to pay tribute to the dying island king, the waves had been a mere chop.  But before they’d gotten halfway across the bay, the wind had shifted violently sending gigantic rollers their direction.  For each oar stroke the waves seemed to send them back two.  The area they rowed through was dangerous and they’d nearly been pummeled against Rock Two.  That scare had encouraged the men to row harder.  She began to fear that they’d never make it across the Lake.

She’d faced her back against the cold wind.  The men didn’t have that benefit.  Despite the coolness of the strong breeze, sweat dampened the brow of each man, and their faces were taut with fear.  Like her, most of these men couldn’t swim, but they’d valiantly done as their king requested.  These men were no longer rowing for her father but for their lives.  A haunting sense of desperation echoed across their expressions. 

Cairo glanced at her father.  Never a selfish king, he’d ruled fairly.  She suspected if he’d known the trip would come to this he would never have asked his men to take them across the Lake.  Even now, he’d taken a spot beside his men and rowed with fierce determination. He tried to appear calm, but she heard the warning in his voice as he ordered her to turn around, face the front of the boat, and be on the lookout for rocks.  The Lake was notorious for its depths and just as notorious for its rocks that could rise out of nowhere to hook the bottom of an unsuspecting boat.  With the rise and fall of waves an unsuspecting boat could come crashing down on a rock hidden just below the surface. 

Cairo scanned the water’s surface.  Her fingers were numb where she clung to the edge of the boat until her knuckles were white.  Water continually sloshed into her face.  One particular wave crested over the top of her, drenching her completely.  She quickly released her precarious hold on the boat to swipe at her swath of dark hair that crossed her vision. 

When she opened her eyes she blinked and blinked again for sure thinking she was seeing things.  Fifty feet in front of them a rock rose like a point out of the water.  She could just make it out, but in the next blink she saw a man was standing on the edge of it.

“F-Father!”  Her teeth chattered as she pointed.  Cairo scanned the area for a boat or a peninsula that might explain the man’s sudden appearance, but she couldn’t see one.  As they got closer Cairo could see the man more clearly.  He was tanned an incredible sun kissed golden brown.  His hair was slicked back from his broad forehead.  His chest and stomach were taut and thick with muscle.  He wore a breechcloth of sorts and his long golden legs were braced on the rock.  Gigantic waves slapped at his calves as the savage water tried to knock him from his perch, but the man didn’t appear to notice. 

Cairo’s father rallied the men and kept them aimed at the man.  The man on the rock placed his hands on his hips and shook his head.  Swiftly disapproval changed into alarm as he waved his hands at them.  In a fraction of a second he raised his hands over his head and dived into the water disappearing into the waves. 

Alarmed, Cairo searched the water where the man had disappeared.  Where had he gone?  They could’ve given him a ride in their boat.  Mere seconds later, she gasped as he rose from the water beside the boat.  He held onto the boat and was mere inches from her face.  He tried to speak to her but she didn’t understand his guttural speech.  Frustrated he pushed away from the boat then stroked down the side until he came to her father. 

With a quick speech and rapid gestures to the sky and then to a small group of islands across the bay but slightly behind them, he made it clear they were to head in that direction.  Her father rose to sit beside her and then with concise directions to his men they managed to slowly turn the boat in that direction.  There was one point where they were sideways on the wave and Cairo thought for sure they were going to roll, but their god must’ve been with them to assure their safety. 

They were going to seek the protection and safety of the islands.  The waves no carried them along instead of fighting directly into them.

“Father, what about the man?”

Her father smiled for the first time since they began this journey.  “He’s one of the island people, child.  This water and that swim are nothing to him. 

            Cairo’s father was right.  From time to time they would see the man’s blond head bobbing out in front of them.  Each time he’d disappear and reappear he’d open the gap in between them. 

            She saw when he reached the shoreline.  She could make out the form of three women who came out to greet him.  She saw each one bow and then in turn hug him.  They stood together and watched them glide closer on the waves.  When they were close, he waved them in.  Her father’s men rowed hard into shore than leaped out of the boat to drag it in. 

            The big blond man waylaid them.  He reached out and physically lifted Cairo from the boat.  Then he directed the men to take the boat along the shore to the far side of the island where they could tuck the boat neatly into a small cut in the rock island.

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They Fell (Ending)

I opened my eyes, andI suddenly realized I wasn't in U.S. History anymore. I was in a valley; two huge mountains rose up above me as the winding river crashed below me. Only one place came to mind, andit came from out of nowhere: theMachu Picchu montain range. In South America.

"Xavier?" I whispered, not daring to be heard by anyone.

"Eliza," I heard someone whisper back. "Stay right where you are. Don't move a muscle."

Something in his voice didn't sound right to me. He sounded a lotmore anxious than any human could ever sound. It almost didn't sound like him.

Suddenly, my whole body started to tense up. I felt as if I was being watched. I opened my mouth to call Xavier when a stray hand came up to cover it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Thomas whispered in my ear. "Pretty Boy can't protect you forever, now can he?"

I tried to bite his hand, but he had held up a gun to my temple. "Try anything like that, and you will never see Pretty Boy's face again."

I barely nodded my head when Xavier rounded the corner. My eyes locked with his, pleading desperatly. The look on his face almost moved me to tears.

"Let her go," Xavier said through gritted teeth. "If you know what's good for you, let her go."

Thomas smiled, a creepy smile. "Sure, Pretty Boy. I'll let her go."

Nothing prepared me from flying into the air. Still in Thomas's arms, he flew me up until the river was nothing but a squiggly line.

"See you on the other side," Thomas whispered. And then he dropped me.

Say what you want, skydiving is nothing compared to free-falling through the sky with nothing to stop you. At least with skydiving, you know there's a pretty good chance you'll live. Unlike falling from thirty-thousand feet.

I prepared myself for death. Unless I somehow managed to land on some miracle trampoline, I was dead.

I approached to ground a lot quicker than I thought I would. The trees seemed to suddenly become closer. The birds avoided getting hit by me as I fell to my death. I braced myself for impact.

Someone's arms were around me. I hadn't died. Xavier had caught me.

My heart thudded in my chest. Whether it was from almost dying, or being so close to Xavier, I had no idea.

"You saved me," I managed.

He smiled and set me down on a rock. His hand brushed my waist. I grabbed one and pulled him in for a hug.I started to cry on his shoulder. I honestly have no idea why. But I did anyway.

His hands tightened around me as I sobbed. After a few minutes of this, he pulled away and gripped my face in his hands. He wiped away the tears that had strayed from my eyes.

"Listen," Xavier said, tilting my head to face his. "I would never let anything bad happen to you. I think we both know that." He paused to make sure I understood. I did. "I would sacrifice everything for you. My heart and soul are yours, and they always will be. Don't ever forget that."

I nodded. Him confessing his feelings for me is great. I just wish I almost had to die for it to happen, though.

Then, all too quickly, he started to lean in. We were so close, I could feel his breath pn my face. My skin was buzzing, my entire self felt alive. My heart thudded, and I forgot where I was. I could only imagine what his lips would feel like on mine; the taste of him, the way his hands would feel wrapped around my waist.

His lips just barely skimmed mine when I was pulled back up against a giant boulder.

"Sorry I had to break up the moment," Thomas sneered. "I let you go as far as a I could, considering it will probably be the last kiss either of you will ever get."

I kept my eye on Xavier as someone tied up my wrists. Another unseen entity duct taped my mouth.

"If you do anything to her," Xavier said, "I'll--"

"You'll what?" Thomas said, cutting him off. "Let's see. What can fallen angels do? Why don't we have my little helper remind you. Evelinda?"

My blood went cold. No way was this possible.

The girl who had tied my wrists stepped forward, removing her mask. She turned and smirked at me.

Eva.

One of the servants ripped the duct tape off of my mouth. I was so angry, I didn't even process the pain.

"How could you?" I screamed. "You used me!"

Eva shrugged. "What can I say? I knew you two would meet, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity."

I paled. All those secrets and jokes we had was apparently for nothing. I didn't know if anything she had ever told me was true.

I spat at her. She pushed me hard against the boulder, momentarily knocking the wind out of me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Eva said. "I'm a lot stronger than you think."

I knew she was strong. She beat the captain of the wrestling team in an arm wrestling contest. The only advantage I had on her was the fact I knew all of her weakness. She knew none of mine.

When Eva turned around, I kicked her as hard as I could behind the knees. When she was nine, she tore a muscle directly behind her kneecap, and it never healed correctly after that. Whenever she moved a certain way, she would collapse in pain. This time, fortunatly, she did.

The other guard tried to tackle me, so I ducked and kicked this one in the gut. When she wentdown, I kneed her in the head for good measure. I think it was safe to assume shehad been knocked out cold.

Thomas noticed that none of his minions were helping him. He turned around, narrowing his eyes at me. That's when Xavier attackedhim from behind.

Nothing could mentally prepare me for the physicality between the two of them. They both seemed to have the strength to fight forever.

I strained at the ropes, hoping that they would give and I could get out of here. But then I felt a tugand some sawing.What I saw was the mostshocking thingthat had happened all day.

Natalia. She washelping me. She cut the last of the rope and my hands fell free.

"Why are you here?" I asked her.

"It's my job," she said simply.

Iheard someone cry out in pain behind me. I turned around, expecting to see Xavier, but Thomas was lying on the ground, moaning.

"We've got at least twenty minutes," Xavier said. "Go."

I was entirely confused. "Go where? There's nowhere to go!"

Xavier jogged up to me andgathered me in his arms. He jumped, and we were flying.

The sensation took my breath away, and then gave it back. At first, I was too scared to open my eyes. But with the fact Xavier was holding me tight against hs stomach, I found the courage to open them.

The view was unlike anything anyone couldever imagine. Even in South America, the tops of the mountains were snowcapped.The trees wove up and down the sides of the mountains, and the river created a mist that covered it all.

"You're not going to drop me, are you?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Xavier laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Watch this," he whispered in my ear. We flew down towards a valley.

We approached the river, and Xavier landed. My eyes shown with panic, not knowing where Thomas and the others were.

"Don't worry, " Xavier said, coming up behind me. "They're all taken care of. They aren't going to bother you for a long time."

I let out a breath of relief, and Xavier stepped in front of me, looking me in the eyes.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are? They're like the sky."

He brushed my hair out of my eyes. His hands wove their way down to the end of the strands. I put my hands on his chest, closing my eyes, savoiringthe moment.His hands continued their way across my waist, my hips. His touch was so soft and gentle, it was hard to imagine that they were a fallen angel's hands.

The words caught me off guard. I opened my eyes. Xavier started to lean in. I was so tired of waiting. But I need answers.

"Wait," I said. "Thomas said you were a fallen angel. I thought fallen angels couldn't fly?"

Xavier paused for a minute. "They can't. I'm a guardian angel now."

That caught me off guard. "Since when?"

"About twenty minutes ago when I caught you. In order to get promoted, I had to save someone's life three times. I saved your life, so I am your personal angel."

I was apalled. "I have my own angel?"

He smiled. "The correct term would be guardian angel. But yes, you have your own angel."

I didn't do anything for a second, but I ended up tackling him with a hug. I was making a sound some where between crying and laughing. I pulled my head back as Xavier wiped the tears off of my cheeks.

This is it, I thought. It's now or never. So I kissed him.

If I can do my math correctly, this was my first real kiss. Sure, I've had a peck or two at some point, but this was my firstfull-on kiss. Everything fell away; the rush of the water, the wind in the trees, and eventually the only thing I could hear was my heart threatning to burst out of my chest.

Xavier's hands tightened around my waist as I looped my hands around his neck, pulling us both in closer. My stomach was so full of butterflies, it was almost excruciating standing upright.

Eventually, Xavier and I pulled away from each other, both of us breathing heavy. All of my senses came back to me. My hearing, my smell, and the distinct feeling that someone was standing behind me.

I spun around. Thomas and Eva were right there. I watched as Eva pulled a bow and aimed it right at me. Smart move by her; I had nowhere to go. Except in the river. . . .

When I say go, Xavier said in my head, jump straight back into the river. Keep your head above water and go with the stream. I'll meet up with you later.

I mentally said okay, hoping that he got it.

"Go," Xavier mumbled.

I jumped back, trusting Xavier's judgement. I sat the arrow fly straight over my head. The force of the current surprised me. Within thiry seconds, I was abouta quarter of a mile away from Thomas. From Eva. From Xavier.

I don't know how long or far I managed to keep my head above water. By the time I reached land, nothing but cacti surrounded me. And that's when it hit me.

I was falling for a former fallen angel. My sort-of boyfriend wasn't human; he came from Heaven and he was probablyimmortal.

Only me, I thought. And my ex-best friend and her boyfriend were supernatural, too. And Natalia turned out tobe one of the good guys. Go figure.

I sat until the sun started to set. Which had to have been four or five hours. It wasn't until it was dark when Xavier showed upagain. When he did, I had apparently fallen asleep. So he picked me up and flew me away.

***

When I woke, I had no ideawhere I was at first. I saw a single bed (whichI was lying in) a couch, a T.V. set, and akitchen. I figured I had to beat Xavier's place.

I sat up slowly. My whole body ached. My head pounded, and my muscles fought every move I made. It wasn't untilI reachedthe doorframe that I realized what time it was. Onein the morning. My mom was going to kill me.

"Relax," Xavier said. "She thinks you're sleeping over Eva's house."

I suddenly rememberedeverything. My head pounded harder.

"Thomas?" I asked. My voice was hoarse.

"We shouldn't have to worry about him for a long time. OrEva."He didn't say why. I didn't want to know.

"Do you want totalk about it?"Xavier asked me.

I shook my head. I knew everything that I wanted to know, plus much more. I crossedthe room and sat down next to him. He pulled me into his lap.

"I'm here for you, okay?"hewhispered in myear. I turned to face him. Wemoved closer to each other. Our lips were practically touching when he said, "You're mywarrior."

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, running my handsaround his body, memorizing everything I could about him.

"And you're my angel."

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A circulating painful grip on life.

Don’t keep your expectations in sight, because what you will read here will banish expectations, this is something you will read and never expect any of it.

No one saw her slip through. No one took any notice of the girl when she latched open the door, pulled the ivory doors wide enough to squeeze two people through. She stood at the edge of the room, one foot step away from everything that held a change so big, it had the universe in sake of dying. She took a risky glance back but all of her friends were laughing and flirting with others. No one stared at her with startled eyes as they swarmed to see the rest of what was hidden. No one would stop as she took her final step of life.

No one to stop her... no one to help her... no one to save her. These were the words which repeated in her mind over and over in her head. Until she came to the conclusion that this really meant she was going to die.

She lifted her watch; her eyes read the numbers eleven fifty nine. One more minute. Her insides were sweating and clenching of nerves. Why was she so nervous to die?

She leant her head further outside the door, and took in the already forming scene of Hell.

Her eyes set on the birds first, there sharp wings cutting through the air as they squealed, the patterns on their skin were a bluey- black colour and their skin looked rough, papery. The sky was a thick, curly puff of smoke that was spread all though Hell eclipsing in the life of darkness. Nothing was clear, everything you saw you had to squint at first to see it more precisely. There was no humans in sight only a small amount of black cloaked, red eyed creatures which growled at her, there strong eyes glaring into mins shadowing everything around. The town now looked pitch black apart from the deep, blood colour eyes full of bitterness waiting to explode.

A clean blow of a whistle sharpened her senses. She looked around herself seeing no longer the loud, noisy bar with laughter escaping within. No green and purple striped walls with windows in the corner needing a wash. No glasses smashed or any of that kind situated anywhere. She was nowhere.

Then she was falling, a deep sense of nothing washed over her. Her body was splitting in part, getting pulled in half, a rubbery feel escaping throughout my body. Her legs were hanging mid air and she was no longer falling. She was never falling. She was frozen in time, her life dying- changed everything.

There was no earth now. No home. No movement. No escape.

There was only one place where we would be free to move around One where, if you choose means betraying everyone. Not that that mattered anymore. Although it was just an awful, disgrace to change dimensions, to wander in the place where death is life, where you lived on the smell of fear, where pain was enjoyed by everyone, a place that when you think of it sent mini spasms through your body. A place she had already stolen a glimpse at.

A place where she would automatically be transferred too. Because she had no choice, she was already on her way there.

She was fighting her mental self trying to keep her body in this dimension, even if she was forced to go. Her mind was fighting off the stretching and pulling aching through her body.

It was no use though; the curse was made, saved- Erasable.

She was transferred into hell, while the rest of earth was frozen.

There was only one way this could be started again. The curse couldn’t be erased but could be started again life on another planet maybe, to awaken this form of dead.

The satisfied demons only needing one form of a person to change the way everything was spinning. And maybe not far from now that one person would continue on the life span, human or not- a world of people was better than none. It nobody came they would be forced with incredible painful thoughts and no movement- Or the choice of joining with Hell.

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