Fallen Angel

Chapter 1

Ok people I know this doesn't associate with twilight, but I want to give it a shot. I beg of you to comment.

Love always,

Dreamer

Angel's Point of View

I couldn't bring my self to give my whole heart to this mere human. For I feared love itself and all the consequences that I could not bare a second time. Yet still there he stood in front of me, in front of his family and friends proposing in the middle of time square for all to see. He should of known by now that my nature was to turn him down like the others. And as I walked away he just stood there still. Not even bothering to run after me. What he didn't know was I was planning to give him my heart. Only he broke it by just letting me leave, by just letting me slip from his hands and simply walk away. That's how a mere human broke not really mostly my heart but my spirit. The road seemed to go on endlessly as I trudged up the road that only lead me to a dead end. I was sick of new York and all its busy traffic and towering buildings. After walking off my tears that remained half bottled up I took an elevator up to one of the skyscrapers and through my self off of it. As I began to fall I spread my wings and flew up over the rest of the towering buildings of new York and began my journey to only god knows where this time.
I found my self in Ireland and fell asleep in one of the old castles because they were my favorite places to visit as a child growing up. My emotions still continuously grew deeper as if I could sense the vibe of another being..only not human.

The sense grew fainter as I wondered off to a near by village. Stopping at a small coffee shop I noticed a woman selling my favorite flowers, daises. I gave the women a few coins and she handed me a handful of daises in return. As I bent down to smell the aroma I sensed of content ran through my body as memory's of my childhood came to me once again. I entered the coffee shop and bought an iced coffee with whipped cream and sat down by a near by window. A painting then just outside the coffee shop stole my attention. An antique I believe and ran out side to take a closer look at it. What I saw tugged at my heart strings as a tear escaped from the corner of my eye. I reached up to feel the rough fabric against my palm as I gazed at the scene that was so well painted on the canvas before me. There, surrounded by millions of wolves were two wolfs in the center of them battling to the death. Then I noticed other paintings that lay by this ones side. The paintings seemed to unfold before me like a tragic story. I moved on to the next painting from where the black wolf had succeeded yet also sparred the life of the other gray wolf he battled. Then I gazed at the next painting that seemed sadder. The other wolfs neglected the black wolf because he had shown mercy for the other. Of to the side of this painting the black wolf seemed to be pleading for a brown female wolf to remain by his side but her body was turned toward the other wolfs as if to leave the black wolf behind . And in the last painting it was day light in a forest and the black wolf had transformed into a man. Impossible I thought to myself. There hasn't been werewolves for decades. This painting must date back to an older century. Then I sensed the same feeling that I had back at the castle. My wings seemed to twitch behind the straps that held them hidden as they hugged my back. "Miss?" a waitress from inside the coffee shop hollered. "you forgot to pay" she yelled once again. Frustrated by this I turned and began to walk toward the women un till an unexpected light came into close focus being a truck. I managed to dive only to get stuck from the side as I fell toward the ground with one last scream and then my world became a black haze.

As my world remained black I began to drift into a strange dreams. I found myself in one of the previous paintings that I had been gazing at not to long before the sudden flash of lights stole my breath. I gazed around at the scenery. I was in the first one. The the painting began to come to life. Before I knew it many wolfs were standing on there hind legs howling and growling at the two opponents battling to the death at my side. I tried to move away but it was useless I was consumed in this dream. The opponents fought on and on as I watched from a blurry distance. Then the scene seemed to change before my eyes. Now the they were growling at the opponent who had one. I recognized the wolf from the painting. It was the black wolf. Only now his arms were in human form and then little by little his whole body began to change into a man. But one thought tugged at my mind. I couldn't see his face. Now he was on his knees pleading for his mate as she walked off to join the others not even glancing back at her hurt lover. I saw the one wolf that was sparred by the black wolf that had now changed into a man. His head was hung low as he also went his separate way. I saw the man a last time before my world went a blur once again. Only his face was still in wolf form but I managed to see his eyes. Yes his eyes, his beautiful crimson brown eyes. Then once again my world went black with just a tint of light that I walked toward hoping I was in safe care. For I knew there wasn't a hospital for miles from where id been hit. Unless this was all just a terrible dream. But it couldn't of been. Not after I saw his eyes. His crimson brown eyes.

I awoke my vision still blurry and my bones feeling oddly week. I saw a man whose back was turned to me. He had another man against a wall. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and attempted to get up. I tried to drowned out the shouting coming from one of the men that was quickly silenced by the other. As I attempted to rise I fell to the ground letting out a sigh. Both of the men ran to my side and lifted me up off the ground. I began to panic throwing the paler one off me as I through myself against one of the near by walls with a thud only knock myself out once again. A few minutes seemed to pass until bi woke again. Only this time more alert as I swiftly grabbed a blade that sat on a small dresser by the bed I now lye on. "calm down" the paler one said. " we only want to help you, please, your badly hurt put the blade down." the pale one calmly pleaded for me to put my weapon down but I was in no mood to show any mercy. Then I looked up at the other man who met my eyes. Then I realized who he was. "The painting" I said then tearing my eyes away from his I said again " your the man from the painting." "what.." he whispered "your the man from the painting! I'm sure of it, your eyes..." Then I looked back up at the man that now sat beside me with a deep look of confusion and concern. His eyes were indeed the same brown as the wolfs eyes in the painting I ad been gazing at just before the truck hit me. I shook myself then came to the conclusion that they would not harm me. But I kept my blade rising. Then the man took my hand and looked into my eyes almost peering right through my soul and he gently lower my fist that clenched the blade. I dropped the blade as it hit the stone floor with a loud clang. Once again I tore my gaze from his and as well as my hand. I reached around to my back and a shock of panic ran up my spine and through my body. I felt what little bit of wings I had left the rest being bandaged. There's hardly anything left. " I assure you they will grow back..in time" the pale man said as he moved closer. " I don't believe we've been properly introduced.." he paused peering down at the blade on the floor lying next to my feet. He lent down and picked it up. " I'm Vince Maysen " he said introducing himself. I shook my head still in disbelief of my surrounding. "Why am I here?" I asked. Then the man sitting next to me spoke. " you were hurt and there weren't any hospitals for miles so I had no choice but to bring you here." "who are you?" I asked him. " I'm Connor's, Kris Connor's" He said then held out his hand expecting me to introduce myself. "I'm Fall...just Fall." "and if I'm not mistaken your a ..a.." The pale man finished for me" He's a wear wolf, and one of the only wears to control his transformations and to be with out a clan." " Of coarse the painting!" I said touching his face with my hand to look at his eyes."your the black wolf in the painting I was looking at." He then gave me a hard look. "you know the black wolf, you battled to the death and won only to be rejected and disowned by your own clan and your only mate." He then stood up and walked out of the cave. " Well done.." Vince said walking off. " I...."