(First try of an Angel story. Please R and R)
Sweet Child of Mine
The Child ran through the forest away from the burning village. It was cold and dark. She was to young to be by herself but her family was killed and it was all she could do. The moon guided her safely through the thick trees and away from the bounty hunters. She was the daughter of the matriarch and was wanted for her bloodline. Her name she could not mutter, her ethnic she could not say but she kept on. The winds carried the screams of her people but she did not stop to cry she pushed on. Nothing could stop her.
She was now far from her village when she bumped into something. The small girl looked up and saw the figure of a man. She backed away from him trembling fearing for her life. The man looked back at the village then back down at the girl. "I won't hurt you," He spoke softly as he got down on one knee. "I'm Angel," he reached out his hand towards the girl but she just backed away. He pulled his hand back toward himself looking back toward the village. "That was your home wasn't it," he mumbled. She didn't answer. He got up towering over the girl. "Well the men will come for you if you don't come with me," The girl looked back. "Come on don't worry," The man's voice was so soft and there was some caring to it. The girl accepted and he carried her away out of the forest.
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"Angel you can't take care of a little girl there is so much to worry about," Cordelia whispered. "Aw come on it'll be fun," Angel shot back. "We aren't playing house Angel we're talking about a little girl, a child." Angel looked into the room. The child was asleep. "If I wasn't there the bounty hunters would have killed her," Cordelia sighed. "You're right but still we can't have a child running around here it's dangerous," "I know but she needs us," It was true the child did need them. Her family was gone and she was the last of her kind. "What's her name?" Cordelia gave in. "Emily, Emily Angel."
Sweet Child of Mine
The Child ran through the forest away from the burning village. It was cold and dark. She was to young to be by herself but her family was killed and it was all she could do. The moon guided her safely through the thick trees and away from the bounty hunters. She was the daughter of the matriarch and was wanted for her bloodline. Her name she could not mutter, her ethnic she could not say but she kept on. The winds carried the screams of her people but she did not stop to cry she pushed on. Nothing could stop her.
She was now far from her village when she bumped into something. The small girl looked up and saw the figure of a man. She backed away from him trembling fearing for her life. The man looked back at the village then back down at the girl. "I won't hurt you," He spoke softly as he got down on one knee. "I'm Angel," he reached out his hand towards the girl but she just backed away. He pulled his hand back toward himself looking back toward the village. "That was your home wasn't it," he mumbled. She didn't answer. He got up towering over the girl. "Well the men will come for you if you don't come with me," The girl looked back. "Come on don't worry," The man's voice was so soft and there was some caring to it. The girl accepted and he carried her away out of the forest.
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"Angel you can't take care of a little girl there is so much to worry about," Cordelia whispered. "Aw come on it'll be fun," Angel shot back. "We aren't playing house Angel we're talking about a little girl, a child." Angel looked into the room. The child was asleep. "If I wasn't there the bounty hunters would have killed her," Cordelia sighed. "You're right but still we can't have a child running around here it's dangerous," "I know but she needs us," It was true the child did need them. Her family was gone and she was the last of her kind. "What's her name?" Cordelia gave in. "Emily, Emily Angel."