The Angel,
Ch. 02 Enemies.
A young girl ran.
Sometimes looking back, to an unseen follower.
"I know your here, little prey." A sinister voice called out.
The girl hid behind a tree.
"Hiding are we? I know where you are," the voice spoke.
A rock hit the tree.
The girl started running again
She bumped against somebody, she fell on the ground.
The girl looked up and screamed.
"Yes, scream. I like it when my prey scream," a man said.
He licked his lips, two fangs indicating that he was a vampire.
A second vampire came from behind, "Nice catch, She looks tasty."
A third voice joined, "She sure does."
The girl took out a stick and a red light flashed.
One of the vampires was hit and was thrown back.
"We got ourselves a witch, boys" The first vampire said.
The third vamp stood up, "I'd say we suck here dry, right now."
He charged, the witch screamed.
Suddenly a movement came from above.
The vampire disintegrated on the spot.
The remaining vampires looked at the culprit.
"Seraphim! It's you."
"I may be one of you, but I am not a bloodsucker," A teenager stood in front of the witch, dressed in black and a bloodied sword in his hand. He smiled revealing two pointy teath, "I make my own rules."
"So you're the Slayer of the last couple of weeks."
"I am, and you can't tell anybody. I'll make sure of that," The boy readied his sword.
"We'll kill you."
Seraphim's emerald eyes gleamed, "Not a chance...IN HELL!"
He charged, surprising the second vampire and he slashed through the bat.
Using the momentum of his swing, he faced the last member.
"You can't escape. You'll die."
"We rescued you! You would have died without us!"
" I committed suicide, fool. I wanted to die, not to be almost immortal."
"YOU TRAITOR!"
The teenager attacked, slashing through the vampire.
The Vamp turned into a pile of dust.
He sheathed his weapon, before turning to the girl.
"You know of the dangers of the Forbidden Forest, it was foolish to come here. I'll take you back to the castle."
"Thank you for saving me," the girl began.
"Tell Dumbledore that vampires are coming into the forest," the boy said, "and that Snape owns Raven big for this. Snape will understand."
"Are you a student?"
"I am not. I would be if I didn't have a personal problem."
"Dumbledore can help you."
"Not with this problem."
"Hogwarts even housed a werewolf at one time."
They had reached the edge of the forest.
"I belong to neither living nor dead," the boy spoke softly, "That's my problem."
Suddenly a pair of black wings appeared, and the boy took to the sky.
The girl look in awe, then ran into the castle.
The boy flew over the forest before his feet hit the canopy, he adjust his wings slightly to land on the top branches.
He looked at the castle.
"Perhaps it was stupid to reveal myself, but with the vamps on the loose I can't take chances. Even I am not able to do everything."
As he stared at the moon, a gust of wind blew away his bangs revealing a lightning-bolt scar.