Preface: The Start of Misery
She was stunning, her deep set and onyx colored eyes were all it took to stop me in my tracks, but no, she was more then just those bottomless pits. She was pale, her skin almost translucent, and she was tall and slim with a perfect amount of curve. This angel, this divine stood before me in all her glory. With her crimson and midnight streaked short and choppy hair, that perfectly lined and blemish-free face, her soft lips, and that voice.
"Shawn…" She whispered, her voice powerful, commanding, but all the while gentle and angelic. "Come with me." She held a hand out to me, and I placed my hand in hers, our gaze never breaking, words never forming, and me never flinching at the cold prickle of her stone-like skin.
A flash of movement and I was wrapped in her arms, she was much stronger then she looked. Pressed against her, now I could feel the hard six-pack she had and the powerful biceps locked down on my shoulders. She was taller it seemed as well, but that was before I realized she had me sitting on the crumbling concrete bench, the cool, lush grass beneath my bare feet. Wind wrapped around us and I shivered, but I feared it wasn't from the wind, but the strange cold front that fell off this beauty, this predator.
"M-morgan," I finally managed to stutter, my usually deep voice had now become so feeble in comparison to her seductive melodies. "You promised…" But then it was too late. Her lips slipped across my neck, the chill ran swiftly down my spine and I knew it was over, that I'd never see the day again. I turned my eyes to the bright stars above us, the shrubbery that made up the walls of the large maze moved gently in the breeze. Then I slipped away as I felt her nip. A small prick hit my skin just before the curse captured my mind.
She was gone in seconds; I blinked as pain began to run through my muscular arms. I looked down at them, bright blood slipped from gashes. I looked up as I heard a hiss; Morgan was sprawled out in one of the large ferns. Her cold gaze shot through me like a silver bullet. It hurt, I'm not sure if the pain I felt was from the gashes she'd left in my arms when I shoved her, or if it was from knowing I had denied an angel what she wanted.