"Christine…" I woke with a start. My dreams of The Voice plagued me. Each night he would come to me and invoke the most unimaginable passion I've ever felt. The Voice would become flesh, if only in my dreams. He was never a full shape and I never saw his face. It was mostly about feeling and passion and darkness. Wetness seeped between my legs and I was glad for the sheet covering me and the darkness still in the night. My face was flushed from embarrassment and passion. I wanted him to be real so badly I would give anything. Was it a sin to lust for an angel in such a way? I was sure it was, but I could not help it. I got up and decided I might as well go pray, for lusting is a sin. I dressed warmly since it was always colder during the nighttime. Of course I knew it was not a good idea to go about without a chaperone, especially during the night, however the chapel was just across from the Opera House and for some odd reason, I had always felt safe. Maybe my angel was watching over me after all.
The air was cold and frigid as I walked outside. Glad for the scarf I decided to wear, I briskly walked along the street towards the chapel. Nobody seemed to be about, so I tried to enjoy the fresh air whilst I could. How wrong I was to do so…
Three men came around the corner from an alley. They were dressed in customary clothing, but they were quite disheveled looking and I could smell the stale beer from here. My heart thundered in my chest and I started to panic. There was no place to hide on the street without crossing them or having them discover me. I decided I should just keep heading towards the chapel. Maybe they won't see me. Maybe I will be fine.
"Boy's look wha' we got us here. A pretty one too." They kept walking towards me. I stood still, frozen in complete fear, not being able to move. They came closer and closer and the smell of alcohol became so powerful I almost couldn't breathe. "Hey there little kitty, don't scream and we promise not to kill you." The one on the right said. His face loomed over me and he sneered at me as the one in the middle laughed. The one on the left drew a dagger and the one on the right drew a pistol. The dagger was long and curved in the most wicked way. Tears poured down my cheeks unconsciously and I backed up slowly, but my back hit a post. I was trapped and I was going to get violated. My breath hitched.
The one in the middle reached out his fingers to grab me, but before he could another voice spoke. One that, in fact, did not belong to any of the offenders. It was a familiar voice.
"Monsieur, I would advise you not to touch her." It was The Voice. The one I had dreamed so longingly about. The one that made me melt inside. The one I loved…
"Wha! Where are ye? I'll Kill you!" The one with the wicked dagger said. The one with the pistol was looking around and I heard a ticking sound that must have been the cock on the pistol. I was so afraid. Was this just another dream? Was my angel really here? "You can't kill a ghost" I heard him say. A ghost? What was he talking about? The men looked around, and one came closer to me and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me about. His hand was cold and slimy feeling. I shivered and tried to pull away but he yanked me to him and grabbed me so tight I thought my wrist was broken. I shouted as I felt the pain his hand brought me. Then I heard some noises and pistol firings. I realized that it was just the creepy man and I on the street. He pulled me roughly by the hair and started kissing my neck and groping me in very inappropriate places. I struggled and screamed for help but he was too strong.
He slapped me across the face for struggling and continued fondling and groping me. This was it. This is where I knew I was going to die. Then something tugged him off of me forcibly and I crumpled to the ground. My legs giving out. My head hit the post in a loud smack and I felt the back of my head with a wince. I drew my hand up to my face and saw red. It was all over my hand. Breathing suddenly became painful and my vision became clouded with tears and darkness started to creep into my eyesight.
I heard some gurgling and then nothing. Some footsteps echoed quietly on the pavement and I tried to scoot closer to the pole, thinking that I could try to hide. I couldn't move though. The blackness in my vision was becoming more pronounced and my head throbbed and ached. It suddenly felt very heavy. There was a face. It turned and a white mask was on one side of the face. Large, piercing yellow eyes stared back at me. I tried to move again, but I couldn't. Then he spoke, the strange man.
"Don't worry angel, your safe." I couldn't comprehend it. It was The Voice. But it was coming from the strange man. My vision became blurred and blackness filled up my eyes. Then everything was gone. The only thing that stayed with me were those piercingly beautiful yellow eyes.
