My Dark Angel
My dark angel.
He was always there to save me. Even when my father perished, he helped me to live. Yes, he often frightens me—how could he not? Yet somehow…I know he won't hurt me.
When I first came back, he didn't want to see me. And for a while, I knew what it felt like to die inside. Ironically, it seemed that just then…I knew I loved him. And that killed me. Of course I had had boyfriends, but they were all to keep me from thinking of him. Of Kaname. God knows I hadn't loved him back then, perhaps it was only a childish whim, "butterfly love". I thought it would go away soon, let me move on. But his young face was always in my mind, haunting me.
And when I saw him older, it took my breath away. He was truly now my dark angel.
And I loved him—I knew it this time.
Some may say that he is a demon. I say that a demon merely IS a dark angel. Perhaps they are the same, or perhaps I am fooling myself. Loving a demon.
Occasionally I wish that I saw in his eyes the unfiltered adoration I get from Isshin. Other times, I see something better. Instead of infatuation, I see love. The wish to protect me. That ignites a warmth in me, that simple glimmer of affection and possessiveness.
But it also frightens me…it scares me.
My dark angel.
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A/N: Exactly 250 words, counting the title. For once I have nothing to say. Oh, and I don't own anything. Review, please!