Angel, what are you hiding from me?

She did not envision it this way. (Did not envision herself tucked away in secret, arms and legs tangled with the enemy of her village.)

He kissed her deeply, and yet she wondered if he was her enemy, not just her people's.

She decided not. (She also decided enemies were not good for her; they were messy, messy, messy, and if everyone got along, the world would be a better place. She wished they understood. But they never did.)

Then she wondered if she was his enemy. A finger trailed along her side seductively, and she shivered, shrinking back in silence. Lightning illuminated his figure, all lust and shadows woven into such a mysterious being. He looked angelic, untouchable. And then everything went black, and her senses were impaired even further.

A clap of thunder shook the small house, and her heart seemed sticky, a painful lump of abrupt rhythmns.

His eyes flashed red that night, and she didn't know who her friends were anymore.

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xx La-dee-da, hello all. I have decided to invest my time in yet another group of drabbles & such. But I couldn't resist.