Looking into the night sky, I used my binoculars to get a closer view of my target that was soon to come. The chill of winter passed by, making me pull my jacket collar up to warm my neck. It was pretty dark and was a little difficult to see with the snow beginning to fall, but the stars and the moon were enough to light the sky.

I knew it's exact flying pattern.

I've been watching it for years now. When I was seven, I decided to stay up one night. Maybe I couldn't sleep, maybe I was upset about something. Either way, I was watching the sky. And i saw something fly by.

At first I simply assumed it was a bird. But looking again, I noticed that it was much larger. It was...a man.

My eyes widened at the realization of what I had just seen.

I tried to tell my parents, but of course they didn't believe me.

"It was just a bird Alfred," they'd tell me. I knew what I saw though.

Every night after I would wait and watch the sky, searching for that person again. But after a week, I finally gave up.

After that, I went to the library almost daily to look up creatures like that.

"A man with wings? Well there are many types of mythological creatures that look like that. Check aisle four, Alfred. There are sections called non fiction an science fiction. I'm sure you'll find things like that."

"Ok. Thank you Mr. Lor- Loriniii..."

"Just call me Mr. Toris, ok?"

A year passed and that same day came around. Out of wishful thinking, I watched the sky that night again, not expecting anything. But then I saw him again. I paid full attention as he passed by, his wings flapping occasionally. He had messy blonde hair and a faint glow over his head.

'A halo?' I thought. I didn't know exactly what it was but for some reason I knew it had to be that.

Since that first sighting I was dubbed strange in school, reading comics and books about mythological creatures. But I didn't mind because I knew the truth and when he was coming again. I continued to study him.

For the first few years, I went straight to the assumption that he was an angel. But some parts of that didn't make sense. Angels were supposed to be pure and have no true gender or features. This being had many features on them, including an odd star-shaped wand every now and then. So I looked into fairies, then fayes (which were pretty much the same thing but a more original term), then, at the age of ten, I found something interesting.

"Mr. Toris? I have a question."

Mr. Toris was putting away some books from the science fiction section when I caught his attention. I had a book that was from the Adult Section of Mythology and I saw a picture inside of a large book that looked like the man I saw each year. But the words were much too long and complicated. Plus I already had a problem with reading.

"You want me to read this for you? Alright, give me a moment."

After finishing his task, Mr. Toris took me to a table, turned on the desk lamp, and inspected the book I wanted him to read from.

"Is this what you think you saw?"

"It looks just like him. Well that's what I think."

"Hm. Alright. He's called, 'The Britannia Angel'."

As Mr. Toris read about the Britannia Angel, I became more and more interested in this creature, listening to every detail given.

After that day, I always held a book with me; either to read or write my thoughts about other types of creatures and the Britannia Angel that I'd see every year. Not many people knew about this myth in America. It seemed to be from a different area because no matter who I asked, no one knew what I was talking about.

Through high school I made a few friends, but once college started, I was on my own again.

Since then, every year, on the 28 of December, some time between 9 pm to midnight, I waited in the backyard of my home to see the Britannia Angel. I started getting into art as I attempted to draw him too.

Through my second year of college, I saved enough money to move out of my parents' home. I never really spent my money except for necessities. I also was never in a physical relationship with anyone because of my obsession with seeing this angel.

So once I moved out, I spent my money only for what I needed and eventually for fast food. I learned how to cook a few things, but my daily routine became to get up, go to school or work (depending on the day), eat at the local McDonalds, work out or play video games, then straight to bed. On occasions, I'd stay up to research the Britannia Angel, finding many stories about what he is and where he originated.

At the age of 20, I decided to follow him with my car. I tried by foot when I was 16, but could not keep up and got lost in the next town over. Remembering the scolding from my father that day is funny to me now. But driving seemed to be harder as I could not keep in a straight line. Still, I managed to keep up until I made it to a small beach that was hours away from my home. You had to walk down this steep path to make it to a boardwalk that was probably made years ago. The bridge made a few sounds but was sturdy.

I told my father of the place and on one of my summer vacations he taught me how to fish. We would sit on the end of the boardwalk and simply fish and talk. I even invited Mr. Toris occasionally and the few of my family members that were close by. I never really talked about the Britannia Angel to them though. They already attempted to take me to a therapist, assuming I was insane. But once I kept the idea shut and pretended to not believe it, I was left alone.

Last year, on the 28th of December, I sat atop of the hill that overlooks the large lake. My heart was racing as it soon became ten o'clock. For some reason, I never thought to call out to the Britannia Angel. So that year, I decided to try.

When I saw him approaching, I stood up and took a deep breathe. As he flew over my head I yelled out as loudly as I could, "Heyy! Britannia Angel!"
At this moment, I felt like my heart had stopped. My eyes widened as the Britannia Angel stopped and turned, looking at me as it flapped its wings to stay in place. His eyes were a bright shimmering green that seemed to glow even though it was so dark out. We looked at each other for a moment, him looking confused and with a bit of shock, while I just stared like I saw a ghost. I wanted to say something; anything. But I was frozen in time, in utter shock that he was actually looking at me. And before I knew it, he turned around and continued his flight.

I don't remember how long I stood there, but I just couldn't believe that he looked at me. I mean, I knew he existed but now that I actually obtained an interaction with him, I finally understood...he was real. A real living being that could fly.


Now, the 28th of December, 2012, I decided to catch him. Yes. I said catch him. I've been watching him for too many years and finally want to take action. Even if it's to speak to him for two seconds before he kills me with his magic.

The snow certainly wasn't helping though.

I blew hot air onto my hands and rubbed them together before checking the time once again. Ten thirty. I stood up and grabbed my fishing rod, realizing how ridiculous this idea was. Yet I still believed in myself and what I was going to do.

Pulling out my binoculars again, I watched the direction of where he usually comes from. Anxiously waiting, I continued to look around the area. After what felt like ten minutes (but was only one), I began to doubt myself and searched the sky in different locations to see if he changed his flight pattern. Maybe he got scared a went a different way?

With a shivering sigh, I let the binoculars dangle on my neck and put on my glasses, trusting my bifocaled-eyes at the moment.

Once I looked up, my heart clenched as I saw him coming so quickly, and further away from his usual pattern.

Adrenaline suddenly leading me, I grabbed my fishing rod, ran down the steep hill (tripping once or twice), and ran down the boardwalk, skidding to the end as I watched him flying away.

"No, not this time!"

Using all of my might, I forced the rod forward, letting the small hook fly towards him. What made me think I could catch something flying with this?!
Pushing the 'flying fish' joke aside, I gasped as I felt a tug on the rod. I saw the flap of his wings become erratic and the end of his clothing being yanked in my direction.

'I got him...?' I thought.

"I got him!" I yelled out as I began reeling him in.

As I fought to pull him towards me, I saw him flapping wildly and flailing his limbs, excluding one that was holding his clothing on him before I tore it off.

"H-hey settle down or you'll-" but I was too late as the angel started to fall from the sky.

I gasped and tried to pull him towards the land but I ran out of time and leaned forward to grab him. I tightly shut my eyes as I heard the splash of him falling in, but I also knew I was holding onto something.

When I opened my eyes I saw fingers holding onto mine and slowly slipping. With a tug, I held onto his wrist and pulled him out of the water.

"Oh jeez, I'm so sorry but I did tell you to stop."

"M-Mother of hell that w-water is f-freezing!" he yelled out.

Without really thinking, I grabbed my towel that I had in case of an emergency and wrapped it tightly around him, rubbing his arms and continuing to apologize.

"W-what the hell is your problem you g-g-git?!

The Britannia Angel took a deep exhale and covered himself with the towel as much as he could, curling up into a ball. Thinking it was the kind thing to do, I took off my coat and wrapped it around him as well, hoping my stored body heat would suffice for now.

"Y-you seriously pulled me down like a b-bloody fish?! Why?!"
The angel (which I just realized has a British accent) seemed to not care about the question as he pulled the coat down and allowed his wings to flap, forcing the water off of them.

"Damn their soaked...but I think I can manage to fly."

"No wait!" I yelled out, feeling panicked.

"I've watched you for years! I-I paid attention to the exact time you'd appear, the exact day and everything for my whole life! I just-...I wanted to say something to you and-"

"Wait a minute, you're the man from last time. Who called my name. How did you know?"

"See th-that's my point!" I yelled once again, ignoring the fact that my goosebumps were appearing.

"I've studied about you since I was a kid. I wanted to see you and meet you in person and..." I paused. Even I didn't know how to end this sentence. What did I want by pulling him down here to my level?

"And...?"

I looked at the shaking angel in front of me who had a confused look but seemed to be patient for the answer.

I began to stutter, out of nervousness and the cold air that seemed to increase by the minute.

"...H-hi. I...wanted to say hi."

The Britannia Angel's eyes widened at this for a second or two, then he gave a nonchalant look and replied, "hello."

We both became silent for a moment as the Brit covered his wings again and sat there.

"Take your jacket back. You'll freeze to death."

"Oh uhm, are you still cold?"

"Of course."

"Then you keep it for now. I mean, I still have a jacket and jeans on while you have well...that," I said, pointing towards his clothing. I thought it was a dress but didn't want to upset him by calling it that.

"Well, I should fly off soon...if that's all you wanted," he replied, standing up.

I stood as well and that was when I realized how small he was compared to me. I definitely was taller but my coat covered down to his knees, showing either how big I was or how small he was.

I stayed silent, still not sure what I wanted and allowed him to walk past me. He took off my coat and the towel underneath, showing that dress thing matted down onto his body, showing his complete form. I blushed at this sight and looked away, feeling embarrassed.

I waited for him to jump away but he stood there for a moment. His wings began to flap but still seemed heavy with water. He took one hop but still didn't go up. Then he took another.

"*sigh* you've got to be kidding..."

I looked back over to him as he turned to me, seeming frustrated.

"My wings are too soaked, thanks to you, and now I cannot fly."

"Oh heh, sorry about that."

He looked up into the darkly lit sky, seeming to contemplate on the location he always went to. I've always wanted to know where he flew off to.

"I suppose I will have to stick with you for a little while. Do you have a home?"

"Uhm yeah of course I do. I live alone too."

"That's perfect. Well, I would be a gentleman and ask politely if I could stay, but seeing as you are the one who pulled me out of the sky like a maniac, you now owe me."

I frowned, still feeling guilty about the situation but upset as how he was using it to his advantage. Still, that wasn't enough to phase my severe interest in him.

"A-Alright then."


To be continued? Not too sure. Maybe another chapter or so. Lol this was originally just supposed to be a one shot but as I wrote it I couldn't help but to continue it lol

Any ideas as to what should happen? Ah Alfie is so OOC here. I dunno it just kinda came up when I made this silly comic XD

R&R please! Reviews give me extra brain juice to continue writing