CH2. Art thou Prey or Predator...
I blew out a breath and watched my bangs flutter before once more partly covering my eyes. I looked at the clock for what had to be the twentieth time in five minutes. Two more minutes. Two more minutes and I could leave.
"Miss Knightly please stay after class." My history professor said sternly walking by my desk and I had to stop the childish whine that tried to come out of my mouth. I couldn't however stop the pout and the glare that I gave him.
The bell rang signaling that class was over and I watched my fellow class mates leave, my friends shooting me sympathetic looks. As the last person exited and the door shut; I began to gather my items and make my way to the front of the classroom. I stood in front of my professor's desk trying not to fidget under his gaze; I was just barely doing so.
He had a gaze that could make even the devil cry tears. "Miss Knightly is there a reason that you continue to be a nuisance in my class."
I opened my mouth to decline his accusations when he cut me off. "You're always dreaming and not paying attention, you make a mockery of me."
"I'm sorry professor, I-"
"And what's worse is I cannot kick you out of my class because of how well your grades are. The broad won't allow it." He said frustration and distain leaking from his voice.
I glared at him. Surely he was just toying with me? Just because I daydream from time to time?
"But that doesn't mean I can't punish you." He said seriously. "You have detention."
My jaw practically dropped to the floor. Detention? "Detention? I have never gotten detention. Ever. You can't do this."
"I can and I am and I will continue to do so." He said with a smirk. "Your detention today is two hours shelving the books in the library you're dismissed." He said smugly before turning his head away from me.
I was positively fuming. I pivoted my pleated mini skirt and my long, hair fanning around me. I stomped toward the classroom door yanking it open and slamming it closed.
This was going to be a long and painful two hours.
Luckily for me, there weren't that many books that needed to be shelved so I finished within an hour.
"You're a fast one." The librarian Mrs. Pots said with a kind smile.
I smiled back. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No no dearie, I wish I could let you get home early but professor Crawson was very stern about when you should be leaving."
"Oh…" I said my smile faltering just a little. Well there goes my idea of talking her into letting me go early…
Her eyes softened. "But since you already finished I see no reason why you can't enjoy the library, you could even use one of the computers if you'd like."
I smiled and nodded I supposed time would fly fast if I surfed the web, I thanked her and walked over to a computer desk. I clicked through random searches until one popped up and caught my interest. It was titled Inuyasha.
There was a list of cartoons…or anime rather episodes.
I read the introduction scoffing at the likely hood of it all. I mean really? A teenage girl who periodically travels back in time to feudal Japan to help a young half demon recover the shards of an orb of great power? Not likely. Not to mention ridiculous, everyone knew there were no such things as half demon of demons for that matter.
I clicked on the first episode anyway. I watched the first two episodes before shutting down the computer. I pulled out my phone and smiled when I saw the time I had effectively killed and hour and I was free to go home. With a childish grin I quickly collected my items and with a goodbye to Mrs. Pots, I was on my way home.
I quickened my pace when I noticed how late it was outside. I just wanted to make it home safely without any problems, but fate seemed to have a different idea.
~Saint and Sinner~
"He thought he could send you here thinking where no one couldn't find you…he was mistaken my sweet. It's been a long time since I've seen you Gabriella..."
My eyes widened and I twirled around to face him.
His eyes of palest watery blue, like a creature who's spent its life in perpetual shadow.
"Astaroth…" His name escaped my lips. I frowned before today I had never seen this man before in my life. How did he know my name? hell how did I know his name?
He slithered closer to me. "I go by the name Felix...its a bit more human sounding to the ears..."
I narrowed my eyes before I winced as I felt the slight symptoms of a headache forming.
He always seems to slither and ooze from one place to another; skulking, slinking, leering, head bobbing erratically as if it's is too heavy for his thin long neck with a protruding Adam's apple.
His eyes locked on me as he took a step forward I tried to take a step back, but I was frozen with fear. He reached out to touch me.
He had unnaturally long thin fingers, each like the tendril of a parasitic plant, reaching, searching.
I finally come to my senses and snap out of it. I run and by the sound of it he chases me.
He wheezes, whines, whimpers, voice like silk, making inappropriate compliments about me.
His incongruously large feet for the skinny legs with knobbly knees followed closely behind me.
Tears filled my eyes and I pushed forward.
My heart pounded to the beat of my feet racing over the hard ground. Sweat beaded my forehead, causing my hair to cling to it as my throat ached for air, more air. The wind whispered in my ears telling me to run faster. My muscles stretched, pushed harder.
"Run little angel" I heard him taunting from behind. "Run before I clip those wings…"
This was the hunt, and I was the prey. I paid no mind to my direction, escaping being the only thing that mattered.
I was vulnerable; I had never felt so mortal.
My animalistic instincts, buried deep down beneath the morals and etiquette associated with humanity were pulsing through me like a second heartbeat. I was oblivious to all but the goal.
I could not fight I didn't know how, I could not hide without him finding me.
I did not know how much longer I could keep running; I could sense him behind me, rapidly catching up to me.
The concrete streets soon turned to dirt and soil as I ran into the woods.
I push through the leaves with no hesitation. I don't bother looking behind me. I can hear him. His footsteps. His heavy breathing. He's still chasing me. And he's catching up.
I stumble over sticks and logs. Most of my pleated plaid mini skirt ripped and dirty.
It feels like I've been running for hours though it's only been a few minutes. These woods seem to be endless.
My legs ache and I once again think that I can't go on any longer. A branch hits me in the face and I scream. I fall to the ground, hitting my back on a log and losing my breath. I gasp for air, but nothing comes in.
"You can't run forever, my little angel!" his raspy voice screams.
He's not too far behind anymore.
I gulp and get up. I glance around in all directions. Where can I go? Everything looks the same. I shake my head. Every second I waste here, he gets closer.
I dash to my right without thinking. The tears stream from my eyes into my mouth. I hate the bitterness of the taste.
I swerve through tree after tree, through bush after bush. This isn't going to end, is it?
A tree root snatches my ankle and I fall to the ground screaming in pain. I try to get up, but I can't walk. My ankle is broken. I try to take a step, and scream again.
I fall to the ground. This is it. He caught me. I cover my head with my hands like a turtle shell. I shiver.
I hear footsteps getting slower and slower until they finally stop. He's behind me now. "Found yo-"
I hear a loud punch, and tensed up.
I poke my head out of my turtle shell, still sobbing and see a tall man in a black trench coat punching my stalker. Blood spurts out of Felix's mouth.
They seemed to exchange some words as Felix and the man fought.
The man has his back turned to me, so I can't see his face.
He give Felix one final punch, before pulling what appeared to be a scythe from his back and slicing him in half.
Felix screamed in pain before falling to the ground, his eyes I just now noticed silted like a cats and glowing bright pink.
I lay on the ground, my ankle throbbing in pain, still shivering and wishing this was just all a bad dream, but I knew this wasn't. This was really happening.
"Who… who are you?" I choke darkness was beginning to fog my senses, the pain was becoming unbearable.
The man turns his head to me.
He had glowing green eyes, with long gray hair with a single braid. He had a scar across his face and neck that seemed to make him even more attractive, full lips, and high cheekbones. This man is absolutely gorgeous.
He squinted his eyes at me and tilts his head in what appeared to be a confused and somewhat shocked state.
The man walked toward me. After securing the big ass Scythe on his back.
It was beautiful in all its darkness. Silver, long and curving blade fastened at an angle with a miniature skeleton, whose skull is wrapped in spiky wires, to a wooden handle.
This should have scared me, but in all honesty it didn't.
I gave him a smile; the kind that you give a friend that you haven't seen in years as he picked me up and held me in his arms.
The last thing I heard was him muttering something about missing angels being the death of his sanity.
Revised 1.2.17