The True Love Story

Angel's P.O.V.

Stella was being her usual self. "You guys, we need to get out! I'm really tired of staying cooped up here everyday. Why don't we go to that new club in Magix. It's suppose to be the top and hottest club in the whole Magix. They even have the most up-to-date music in almost all the Planets." Stella spoke faster than the speed of light.

"I don't know Stella. We haven't been clubbing in a long time. But if Angel is willing to do it than so am I." Bloom smiled slyly at me. The sneaky bitch. Leave that decision up to me will she? Fine.

"As long as I can pick out my own clothes, I don't mind at all. Deal Stella?" I compromised the best I could with her. We all know how much she loves to pick out our clothes and to go clubbing. Which one would she rather?

"Darling, you have the best sense of fashion. Besides me of course." Stella purred to me. Surprising us all. "It's a deal then. How about we go ahead and start getting ready?" I spoke after overcoming my state of shock.


I was in my bedroom helping Bloom pick out what to wear. After looking for about 10 minutes we finally found the perfect outfit for her. She was wearing a royal blue tight off the shoulder crop. Her skirt was a simple black bedazzled skirt with a slit going up to the knee. Her heels were that of black sandal wedges. She had on black eye shadow in a smoky way. Her red hair put up in a messy bun. Gold chunky bracelets adorned her arms. And a gold locket hung against her delicate neck.

"You guys! It's time to go if we want to make it on time." Stella yelled to the girls. All the girls and I walked out. Every one was ready but me." Angel, why aren't you ready yet?!" Stella whined loudly

"Honey, I was helping Bloom get ready. Go on without me. Just text me the name of the club and I'll meet you all there later. Okay?" I told them. "You sure, sweetie? We can wait around a little bit for you." Flora tried to console me. "I'm as sure as a Rose is your sister." I spoke with a wink.

"Let's get this party started!" Stella yelled in a sing songish voice. And with that they left.

I shook my head as I walked to go to Bloom's and my bathroom. I got my clothes out and set them on my bed. Then I went and borrowed Flora's all natural shampoo and conditioner. Then borrowed one of Stella's hair growth pills that one pill makes your hair grow 4 inches after 10 minutes. I took one and started my bath water. I added some softener to the water so it would soften my hair and skin. I ate a quick fruit salad then got into my bath. I put in my headphones and listened and relaxed to my favorite jams.

After the pill was in full effect so that my hair went down to below my waist I fished out a quarter size of rose and cinnamon scented shampoo. After washing it out I slathered in some conditioner. I rubbed on some of my strawberry scented body soap. I let the conditioner settle in then rinsed it off. I washed the soap off and unplugged the drain. I got out and put on my softest and fluffiest robe and walked into our bedroom.

I dried my hair instantly with my magic. Then slipped on my jade green backless top with spaghetti straps. With an darker shade of green that stopped at my knees and was in layers. The end of each layers had black lace. I had on a pair of dark velvet green wedges. I wore gold stud ear rings. I then painted my nails hot pink. I put on silver smoky eye shadow along with black eyeliner and pink lipstick. I put my hair in a side braid.


I walked into the club. I looked around the neon lit room for the girls. At the far side of the room sat the girls with seven good looking guys. Bloom was talking to a muscular tall blue eyed blonde boy. Muse was speaking with an obvious bad boy and loner. He had magenta hair pulled back into one spike. He also had violet eyes. Tech and a tall lanky ginger haired boy wearing glasses had their heads hung over a new gadget. Layla was dancing with a dark skinned long haired boy. He looked very much like a wizard. Stella was talking to a flirtatious brown headed boy. Flora was blushing at something a blue head boy had said to her.

And finally there was a tall black haired tanned skin boy standing a bit off to the side. He had unique blue green eyes. He was very muscular, but not the unattractive veiny muscular. He was muscular enough to put the others a run for their money. His hair was a short buzz cut style. He was leaning up against the wall surrounded by a handful of girls. As I was walking towards the girls I felt someone's eyes following me. I looked at the handsome man and saw that his eyes were following my every move.

I kept walking towards the girls, aware of this strangers eyes. Once I got there the girls introduced their "dates" to me and the popular boy. The tall blonde's name was Sky, and his best friends name, the brown headed, was Brandon. The smart guy was Timmy. The pacifist was the sweet Helia. His polar opposite was the bad boy Riven. The magical of the group was Nabu, Layla's dance partner. And the standing off boy's name was Timothy, but everyone called him Tim.

Timothy walked over and introduced himself while his fan club shadowed every move. When he gave me an award winning smile a few swooned while the rest looked at me with jealousy. I rolled my eyes and politely shook his hand and sat at a table near by. As I sat down I looked over at him and saw him frowning at me. A few minutes later, Timothy left to go to the restroom and his little fan club came over and the ring leader spoke in a nasty voice," You best leave Tim alone. He's ours. We've have been trying to get his attention for over a month. We know your little act. Pretend that you don't like him, though you obviously lust after him you little slut. Get his complete and total attention and use him like the gold digger you are. By the way, your clothes are a real total knock off, bitch."

Now, I have put up with jealous chicks before, but this one took the award for it all. I laughed in her shocked face. "What's so funny?!" she practically spat at me. I grabbed her arm and said loud enough for them all to hear me,"I'm sorry, but if you think that I actually like that snot nose, rich, spoiled little brat, then you must be truly stupid. He has nothing that I want in a guy. And I don't go after guys just because of their looks. That is just plain shallow. Besides, I already have a boyfriend. So leave me the fuck alone, bitch. Besides your "boyfriend" is out of the restroom. You might wanna go fan girl over him. He looks pretty lost without you. Oh, and don't ever call me a bitch or a slut again unless you're prepared to suffer the consequences."

About five minutes after the fan club left, a tall blonde boy about 22 came and sat down next to me. Just as he started to flirt with me Timothy came over and put his arm on my shoulders and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. The boy, James, huffed angrily and got up and left. I sat there in stunned silence. I just happened to glance at his little club and they had a look of shock, anger, and jealousy.

I turned to look at Timothy. He had a smug smile on his stupidly handsome face. "Pardon me, but what the hell did you just do that for?" I spat my question at him.

"Excuse me, but I think that you are too good for him. So I saved him a whole more disappointment." Timothy raised an eyebrow at me. "You know almost completely nothing about me. So what gives you the right to choose who I hang out with?" I quickly spat another question at him.

"Because you're fucking drop dead gorgeous. Any other damn stupid reason?" He whispered yelled at me. I sat there with a look of complete and utter bafflement on my face.

"Uhh... if this is how you flirt with a girl then your doing a pretty damn bad job of it. I don't just fall for a pretty face. I am not shallow like that. So if you plan on being like that, then you can go piss off to your little fan girls." I hissed to his face.

I scooted out of the booth and went to sit at the bar. At least a minute after I sat down James came back over and asked me if that was my boyfriend. "He is the farthest thing from a boyfriend that I would ever want." I answered rather curtly.

His golden amber eyes widened while his pale pink lips widened into a smug smile. My mind flashed back to Timothy and Thomas and I smiled. I took a deep breath to calm myself. As doing so I smelt James's, what I assume to be, cologne. He smelt like a combo of honey, cinnamon, rose, and a bunch of others that shouldn't go together, but did. He also smelled a little bit like death and a wet dog. This smell kept me from swooning and my knees going soft like jelly. His longish light honey bangs was just barely covering his eyes. As I looked straight in his eyes I noticed that his eyes darkened a few shades to dark gold eyes, almost light brown eyes. His voice flowed like silk and sounded softer than velvet. His voice was warm and comforting with just a hint of danger, but my instincts told me to run for the hills. "Take my hand. Follow me. Trust me." He purred.

I could feel my legs moving me with him against my will. Everything about him made my rational senses go numb. He was just so inviting, his scent, his looks. EVERYTHING. I could feel the hand he was holding go numb. His grip was gentle, yet firm. But the biggest thing about him was the coldness of his marble hard skin. He pulled me roughly into a alley.

My instincts chose to kick the moment we were out of eyes view and he had his body pressed against mine. His cool breathe began to spread across my hot neck as he began to nibble on the hollow of my ear. I started to struggle and grunt. James just chuckled into my ear and pressed his body more firmly against mine. He pressed so hard that I couldn't even wiggle under him. He started to kiss me and forcing his tongue down my throat. The pressure began to hurt so much that I started to moan out of pain. I could feel hot and angry tears running down my face to our mouths. In the shadows I swear I saw something move.

Luckily, James took his mouth off of mine and began to lick my tears away. I shivered as his icy tongue touched my warm skin. I yelled for help at the top of my lungs. Then I saw Timothy walk slowly and quietly out of the shadows towards me. I could see those others boys following just as quietly as him. Timothy's whole body looked like it was vibrating. When James slid his tongue back inside my open mouth to hush my cries, Timothy was visibly shaking so much.

The blonde boy, Sky, pulled Timothy to the back and roughly grabbed James by the neck and slammed him into the wall opposite of us. I could feel myself shake as I slowly slid down to the warm ground. I looked at James and saw that James' entire body was in shreds about to be set on fire. I inhaled sharply, a big mistake. I smelt the cologne earlier and a metalic deadish smell.

I felt a pair of strong and very warm pair of dark skinned arms. I started to struggle against them until I looked up to their owner's face. Timothy was looking down at me without his ridiculous smile on his face. Now his eyes were full of concern and sadness. And his mouth was in a frown with worried lines etched into his forehead.

Inside, I felt warm about his worry for me and smiled inwardly. But that was quickly over covered by my fear of what happened. Sky whispered in Timothy's ear. He nodded and started to walk to his car. He opened the passenger door and gently put me in and covered me with a blanket. He walked over to the driver's seat and got in. He drove me to Alfea's grounds in silence.

His phone rang as we were leaving town. He picked it up answered it.

Timothy's P.O.V.

Sky asked," How is she doing?"

"Fine."

"You know that you got the hottest one out of all of them?" He said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah." Sarcasm lacing my two little words.

"I'm not kidding, dude. We all agree that she is the hottest. Even Timmy. And you know he finds no girl attractive." SHIT!

"Just so you know, she's mine. She might not like me right now, or have fallen for my charming personality, or my ruggedly handsome good looks. But she will end up being mine. Even if she doesn't know it yet."

"Okay, but if you two aren't together in at least a month, then we're all going to make our move on her." He sounded serious.

"Bye, Jackass."

Angel's P.O.V.

He picked me up and walked to the school. "Which way?" he asked lowly. I numbly pointed out which way to go. When we got to outside my dorm he grabbed the card off my neck. The dorm door popped open and he carried me in and opened the door and looked at me. I nodded to signal that it was my room.

He walked in and set me on the bed. He just sat there. As though he was waiting for me to ask a question. "Don't you want to know anything? Have any questions at all?" He asked me quietly and surprised.

"I want to know what I need to know." I stated simply.

"Well... the thing that grabbed you was a vampire. We Specialists has a secret mission that we are always looking for no matter where we are. We are specifically trained for that one job. Our weapons are one of the few things in existence that can cut their skin. Then we have to burn their remains so the pieces can't resemble their selves. And their very existence is to lure warm skinned people to their... beds. And take them... then suck their bodies dry of all their blood. Average people find their smell is intoxicating. I am actually very surprised that you didn't swoon and faint like almost every normal person would do. To everyone who is born for this job, they (vampires) smell terrible. Mainly like... I don't know how to explain it. They just smell like-"

"Like wet dog and death? That kept his intoxicating smell from me swooning and my knees going soft like jelly. That's what he smelt like to you isn't it?" I interrupted him. His eyes were so wide that I thought they were going to pop out of his head. His mouth was slack with his surprise. His face was completely comical.

"H-h-how do you know what they smell like to us?" He stuttered to me.

Shrugging, I answered," I don't know. I just know. Why? What is so important about it?" Shaking his head," I hope not. You can't be. But... how?" He asked himself more than me. "I'm going to stay the night, okay? His mate might come back to avenge him. Either kill us or kill you for 'attracting' him. But which ever one it may be, I am staying." He said firmly after a minute's silence.

"Fine, but get out while I change into my sleeping clothes. After he had gotten out I grabbed my P.J. set. It was made out of cotton. The background was blue with yellow smiley faces wearing night caps.

Shaking my head I grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the closet and set it on the love seat in Bloom's and my room. I opened the door to let Timothy in. He was wearing sweat pants and no T-shirt. I rolled my eyes. At the corner of my eyes I saw him frown. I crawled into my warm bed.

"Just so you know, I tend to sleep walk and sleep talk a lot. So if I do start, don't worry. But if I transform then call the number on the fridge." I spoke sleeply.

"Good night, Timothy."

"Night sweetheart." He chuckled back. I rolled my eyes then gave into the warm calling of sleep.

AND DONE!

So how was that? For my other stories I have been having a writers block a long time. And I just got over it, but my little 4 year old cousin deicied to take my laptop for a swim. So I finally got it fixed, but lost all of my progress I had made in the next chapter for My Loves.