I saw her walking to lunch, being followed by Adrian Ivashkov. I can't say I liked him, but if she wanted someone else, I would pick him for her. I heard her voice as she spoke to my charge, and soon to be hers, Lissa Dragomir.

Her voice was already tape recorded in my head, and her face was a picture in my eyes. I didn't talk to her in the halls usually, and if I ever did, it was guardian related. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't know where to start. I wanted to talk to her like a lover, but was unable to. How do you define the words for someone so fine?

Heaven and Earth move in my soul, every time I see her. How do you talk to an angel?

I wanted to grab her; hold her in my arms, kiss her like there was no tomorrow. And in our world, that was very possible. But how do I hold her close, when she is always surrounded? I wanted to get her away to talk to her, but I go back to my earlier question: How do you talk to an angel?

When I dream, she is next to me, and we cling together. It's like she's next to me; I can feel her in the air. Tell me, the words to define, the way I feel about, someone so fine.

How do you talk to an angel?

I put in a Jamie Walters CD in a portable CD player that sits in the gym the next morning. When Rose came in, she glanced at it. "Wow, Dimitri, what's with the oldies? Wasn't that recorded before I was born?"

I laughed lightly at her joke, knowing it was coming. "There's a song that I keep thinking about on that CD. It reminds me of you. Catch."

She barely caught the stake at the hilt. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"No," I told her. "Just seeing if you want to be killed." Her face made me nearly laugh again.

I sung none of the songs that played which she seemed to notice. She kept looking at me, every time a new song came on. Not only did she look like an angel, she fought like one, too.

The song came on, and she looked at me, but wasn't looking when the words started. I whispered the lyrics to myself.

"I hear her voice, in my mind.

I know her face, by heart.

Heaven and Earth are moving, in my soul.

I don't know where to start.

Tell me, tell me, the words to define,

The way I feel about, some one so fine,"

Rose whipped around when she heard me singing, and looked at me with compassion, when she saw the words I was singing was aimed at her.

I walked up to her as she dropped her stake.

"At night I dream, and she is there, and I can feel her in the air.

Tell me, tell me, the words to define,

The way I feel about someone so fine."

I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers, about to pull back, when she rapped her arms around my neck, and depended the kiss. I didn't stop her, and we soon broke apart gasping.

I found out how to talk to an angel; how to hold them close to where you are.

It's like trying to catch a falling star.