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Chapter 2
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Before I decided to support Angel and his purpose, I was working at the local Police Department. Kate had offered me the job two months ago as her assistant. Sometimes when I gave her coffee I noticed a tall, dark and handsome man come in frequently. He was very mysterious and didn't stay long. I heard snippets of their conversations and it immediately sparked my interest. I began snooping around Kate's desk and reading all the files labeled "Otherworldly." Everything all of a sudden, started making sense. Realizing everything that transpired in L.A. I decided to enroll in self- defense classes. I was only about 5'8 and reasonably thin and wanted to be able to defend myself. Many of my shifts at the Police Department ended late and I always had to walk home alone. I wanted to be prepared.
A few Weeks went by before I finally got the courage to talk with this man. He was more mysterious than I imagined and it intrigued me more. He barely said anything to me and never engaged in conversation. Occasionally he did flash smiles my way. This man definitely had a story and I was determined to find out what it was. Towards the end of one of my shifts, he came in again to talk to Kate. I stuck around and heard the whole conversation. After he left, I decided to follow him.
I raced through the streets of L.A, trying to keep up with him. My long brown hair flew everywhere in my face and distorted my vision. When I finally caught up to him, I was equally terrified, as I was excited. I had no idea his story was so complex and... interesting. I was standing in darkness watching him struggle with the 'Otherworldly' creature in the alleyway.
Watching his every move mesmerized me. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Making sure I kept my distance in the shadows, I looked on as he finished the creature. Instead of immediately vanishing as I expected him to do, he lingered. This made my heart beat faster and my breathing began to stagger. I wondered if he sensed I was watching. I held my breath completely as he made his way in my direction. I slowly started backing up, hoping to get away before he caught me. Escaping was no longer an option when I accidentally stepped on a coke can. The crunching sound echoed through the alley and he was now certain someone was there. He lunged into the darkness and grabbed me. His grip was tight and the circulation in my arms was beginning to cut off. Ideas raced through my head from defense class but his grip was too tight and didn't allow me to move. He started stepping backwards into the light. His eyes yellow as the sun burning a hole through me. His face was disfigured.
With only light shinning on him, he flung me back into the alleyway confusing me with a demon. Automatically lifting my arms to stop my fall, I hit the pavement. My hands peeled as they scrapped along the surface. Before I knew it, he was hovering over me. My back was facing him before he turned me over. I gasped when he touched me as I felt I would crumble if I moved. My legs felt like jelly and my hands burned like fire.
He stared at me with gentle eyes, as his face was human again. He did not speak but his face told me, he was sorry. When he carefully lifted me up in his arms his leather coat cushioned my bruised cheek. Slowly he carried me out of the alleyway.
Chapter 2
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Before I decided to support Angel and his purpose, I was working at the local Police Department. Kate had offered me the job two months ago as her assistant. Sometimes when I gave her coffee I noticed a tall, dark and handsome man come in frequently. He was very mysterious and didn't stay long. I heard snippets of their conversations and it immediately sparked my interest. I began snooping around Kate's desk and reading all the files labeled "Otherworldly." Everything all of a sudden, started making sense. Realizing everything that transpired in L.A. I decided to enroll in self- defense classes. I was only about 5'8 and reasonably thin and wanted to be able to defend myself. Many of my shifts at the Police Department ended late and I always had to walk home alone. I wanted to be prepared.
A few Weeks went by before I finally got the courage to talk with this man. He was more mysterious than I imagined and it intrigued me more. He barely said anything to me and never engaged in conversation. Occasionally he did flash smiles my way. This man definitely had a story and I was determined to find out what it was. Towards the end of one of my shifts, he came in again to talk to Kate. I stuck around and heard the whole conversation. After he left, I decided to follow him.
I raced through the streets of L.A, trying to keep up with him. My long brown hair flew everywhere in my face and distorted my vision. When I finally caught up to him, I was equally terrified, as I was excited. I had no idea his story was so complex and... interesting. I was standing in darkness watching him struggle with the 'Otherworldly' creature in the alleyway.
Watching his every move mesmerized me. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Making sure I kept my distance in the shadows, I looked on as he finished the creature. Instead of immediately vanishing as I expected him to do, he lingered. This made my heart beat faster and my breathing began to stagger. I wondered if he sensed I was watching. I held my breath completely as he made his way in my direction. I slowly started backing up, hoping to get away before he caught me. Escaping was no longer an option when I accidentally stepped on a coke can. The crunching sound echoed through the alley and he was now certain someone was there. He lunged into the darkness and grabbed me. His grip was tight and the circulation in my arms was beginning to cut off. Ideas raced through my head from defense class but his grip was too tight and didn't allow me to move. He started stepping backwards into the light. His eyes yellow as the sun burning a hole through me. His face was disfigured.
With only light shinning on him, he flung me back into the alleyway confusing me with a demon. Automatically lifting my arms to stop my fall, I hit the pavement. My hands peeled as they scrapped along the surface. Before I knew it, he was hovering over me. My back was facing him before he turned me over. I gasped when he touched me as I felt I would crumble if I moved. My legs felt like jelly and my hands burned like fire.
He stared at me with gentle eyes, as his face was human again. He did not speak but his face told me, he was sorry. When he carefully lifted me up in his arms his leather coat cushioned my bruised cheek. Slowly he carried me out of the alleyway.