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Guardian Angel

He felt his jaw dropped in awe at her majestic, yet fierce demeanor, similar to a tiger's. She'd suddenly appeared, before his eyes. He hadn't noticed her at first, he'd been busy taking in the landscape that had appeared before him. He hadn't remember getting there. She was beautiful, yet her expression was disturbing, like hunger for revenge of someone who had done her wrong. She was about 5'5, slim, with long, graceful legs and muscles that were as defined as a track runners, strong and lithe. Her skin seemed to glow as rays of sunlight hit her at just the right angle, making her seem ethereal. Her hair was the color of cocoa flowing down to her waist, looking softer than the finest silk. Her eyes were peculiarly enticing, a wise gold that betrayed a soul older than it appeared.

Matching the color of her eyes was a golden helmet that was precisely designed as a hawk's head. The war helmet made her face look sharper and deadlier. She bore a golden breastplate, riddled with intricate designs, more beautiful than any painter could ever even imagine. Impossible for them to even dare to replicate this labyrinth of swirls, no thicker than a piece of thread, engraved into the armor.

She was dressed as though she was warrior born in gold, right down to her shin guards and weaponry. She held a full length sword in her left hand and a half-sword in her right, that had similar etchings as her armor. The way she held them, with her iron grip, showed that she knew how to use them and that she wasn't scared to.

However, the most intimidating, and strangest, part of her total appearance were the two snow-white appendages protruding from her back. The feathers on her wings reflected by the sunlight glistened like the purest of diamonds. Her entire appearance was so unreal. The ferocity that burned deep within her soul, the hatred that showed through her eyes. What had he done to cause this rage? This rage that transformed this beautiful girl into a beast that seemed to crave his demise. While he was still in shock, she raced towards him, wings spread out like a predator bird, snatching up its prey. In one mighty thrust, she lifted herself high into the air, a wicked gleam on her face.

He felt the color drain from his face as his eyes, the color of the sky up above, filled with fear when the mysterious girl, a warrior, locked her own golden eyes with his own. He could see the internal battle that she fought, underneath the cold expression she used as a mask to hide all of her torment. Rage and pain were tearing up her very being, yet, to him, he could see the slightest bit of remorse in her harsh actions. It was as though she didn't believe entirely in what she was doing, but something had struck her to the core and was poisoning her rationality.

She didn't say a single word, she just lifted her head into the air and screeched out all of her misery, her soul not being able to bottle up anymore hurt. Then she pointed herself downwards and with a couple of flaps from powerful wings, as big as her person, she hurtled towards him as fast as a missile, her blades flashing like shooting stars. The last thing, he would most likely ever see, the lone tear that escaped her tormented eyes.

The twin rays of death were milliseconds away from impaling him in both the neck and chest as she bellowed one last time, victoriously:

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! screeched his alarm clock. His adrenaline still pumping, an after effect of seeing himself almost being mauled, he smashed his alarm clock into a disfigured mass of metal. His breathing was ragged, as if he had ran a fifty mile marathon, his heart beating out of his chest.

After a couple of seconds, he managed to calm down, but he couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding growing as each second passed. He felt disturbed and rather offended by his vision, could it even be called that? He was the colonel of an army of Alterums, a race of angels that came to earth willingly. A single angel shouldn't have been able to kill him, an angel of his status, so easily.

How could that even be possible? It was almost as if he had let it happen.

That worried him. Finally, after a long debate within himself, he decided to shake the thought for now and instead decided to start his day.

After taking a relaxing shower and getting dressed, he sat on a chair on the balcony, overlooking the bustling city of New Orleans. The thought was still probing the back of his mind, slowly filling him with renewed rage and fear. His blood ran cold, so cold that it seemed to burn his very essence. He needed to know! Who was this angel? Why was she going to kill him? What did he do to deserve this? Why did he let it happen? Why was he so intrigued by her?

Finally, he couldn't take the anxiety of those questions running through his head. His appendages shot out from his back, ultimately ripping off his shirt, and with two mighty flaps his wings, powerful enough to snap a tree in half, he searched the city for a place to die.

Cliffhanger! xD Unless you've actually read the book, you would have no idea what is going on. My suggestion? Go buy the book! Again it's called The Fallen by Lauren Kate xP!

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