A/N: WAA! So hi. If you hate it, just tell me. If you love it...well...I'd really like it if you told me so. XD! I may not be a fantastic writer like a lot of people on here; but I sure as hell love doing it. So please enjoy 3

"The Wrath Of An Angle."

I bowed my head low, letting my white long hair billow around me in loose waves. It hung to my hips and lower back, not silver; but white. Little braids were bound throughout my head, pulled back into little loops. My ears were rounded to a small tip, poking out through the loops. I stood tall and lean. Slinder hips, broad shoulders. I had grey eyes; matching maybe those of a husky. A curved cheeks and bowed chin. My skin was frothy and white. Very fare just like my people were. I was usually a touch smaller and more lithe than the other soldiers; but I didn't care. I could fight just as good as they could. I had honor and pride, and I was the best of the best. That was... before everything.

Now I kneeled on the cold stone ground, my breathing labored and shallow. My long billowing white hair was damped with blood, and caked with gore. My fair complexion wasn't ruined, but just the same as my hair. Some of the blood was mine; most of it was other's. I fought with all of my heart in my throat. But in the end, it was all in vein. I was thrown into a carriage, soldiers surrounding me. They growled and slapped me, clamping chains and shackles on every visible part of my body. I fought back, pulling out my favorite set of ivory knives. Digging them into the nearest guard, I screamed deep and loud. One guard even backed away cringing. I would not go down without a fucking fight. But I was quickly caught off guard with a large back side of an axe landing in the back of my head. I fell on my stomach, shackles grinding together loudly. Clanking as I landed with a heavy meaty 'thud.' All of the women and children mostly got away. Some slaughtered. Most of the men in the town were dead, and it was only I. I wasn't elf, or vampire. Just human, but that never seemed to be enough. I worked twice as hard as any preternatural creature. I was even better than most of them! But it never mattered, any of it. And I was slowly dying within myself. There was spark left in me to fight; but my spirit wasn't one that was chained. It just wasn't. It was like clipping a dove's wing and shoving it in a small space, where it couldn't fly, or move. Suffocating. Thankfully, I was dreaming of dancing in the field, my rich laughter filling the summer fields. The high green grass smelled just as rich as the bark of the trees. I ran by myself, through the woods. The trees blurring my vision in flashes. I looked to my right at the wolves racing me. I smiled, tackling them to the ground. Rolling and rolling down hills and grass. Landing happily in a field of flowers where they laid panting; and where I laid laughing and sweating. My long cloth pants soaking up the sweat off my persperating body. I had no shirt while my chest heaved up and down. I closed my eyes, letting my long blonde lashes tickle my own cheeks. The summer sun hit the back of my lids; warming them. I flashed a white smile, my lips curling at the feel of fur laying beside me. I patted the dogs, laughing. Life was okay. That quickly ended when a vital blow landed into my rib cage; making a nasty cracking sound. I cried out, curling into a tight ball, hiding from any more blows. My body was lithe, and thin, although musculine and fit. Except the lack of food or water had dried my lips, my skin stretched across my body. My face was empty and dark circles wrapped around my eye sockets. I couldn't breath. I did nothing, I took the blows, because I couldn't move. The last hit had done something horribly nasty to my front. It was so hard to breath, my body heaved with the effort. Finally the blows stopped, I was thankful. But my body couldn't move, nothing happened. I tried to move and the only thing responding was my fingers curling into loose balls. I sighed shakily, trying to my breathing under control, if any. I was taken roughly by the hair, literally dragging me to a metal bed. No mattress, no covers, nothing except a thin plyboard. I was thrown onto it, where my back bowed, and my mouth opened to nothing. I squeezed my eyes closed as my body convulsed. I was left writhing in pain, until finally my body stopped jerking. I took a deep breath, and it hurt like nothing I'd ever felt. Why had they only taken me? Why was I even still alive? I didn't know. I didn't care. I was left all night alone, my body slowly achingly healing itself. For humans, this was such a teadiess project. I closed my eyes since the room was nothing but a blurr of stone and soft dripping sounds. I concentrated on my breathing, listened to my lungs impact on themselves. I focused on my blood curcilating. Pushing through every vein in my body. Desperately trying to keep me alive, why? Why should they? I couldn't think any longer, I gave into the embrace of the dark and prayed a small prayer I wouldn't wake up.

Unfortuanetly I did. I was in arms, leading me to a small barred door. Which was a small barred cell, casing inside a rather large lushed room. Full of fancy furniture, fine silks, imported rugs, china settings.
"What are you doing?" I asked quietly, whispering it hoarsely.
"Selling you." He said, throwing me to the ground. I coughed, trying to gain any sort of breath. None came to me, I clawed desperately at the little sleep cell inside the cage. I gasped finally when oxygen came to me. He closed the door firmly, locking it shut. I couldn't have even opened it if I wanted to. I imagined I looked horrible. My hair was limp and held the shine of dirt and alot of blood. I ran my tongue over my teeth; there was nothing there. No grime or food particles, because I hadn't been given any food particles. I hadn't eaten in days. Water was given to me in sips, and the times spread out. Some where in the back of my mind I knew I was dying, I knew it. The slug of my body, the rasp of my breath. My eyelids so very heavy. I looked at my hands, they were callosed and rough. Trying to gain composure of myself, I pushed my body into a tight ball. My knees brought to my chest, my hair tangled around different odds and ends of my body. My body was just thin, the muscle was practically shrunken under my tight skin. I felt like a skeleton with not enough skin to go over too much eroding muscle, I was dying and it was a simple fact. They gave me just enough to survive, and I was. But if it kept on, there was no way. I closed my eyes to the soft sound of whispers. People were slowly trickling in. Laughter, happy chiming. Light voices, burly voices, deep voice, mostly male. A few high pitched tunes ran through the crowd, but they could have just as easily been men too. I didn't open my large husky eyes. I didn't want to see these people. A loud booming voice hit the crows.
"Welcome! As you all might know, the battle of Laserauce two weeks ago. . ." I cringed at the name of my town used so lightly. I hiccuped back a cry for my fallen village. I dug my hands into my head and hair, my nails digging into my skin. My body was painfully tight in a small rocking ball.
"We caught men, as one of them here." I didn't open my eyes, because I felt too many on me.
"A warrior he was. Human." He said the last with a sneer that made me grind my teeth.
"Of the elf community, that was so easily slaughtered. Except he was the only survivor, outwitting and outstrengthening many creatures. He was left among them." He said this with disgust, as if he was disgraced with his own people. He probably was.
"If my men died at his hands, they needed to. If they were slaughtered by a mere boy." Many howls followed after that. Rich laughter, yelling and hollering. There were much more people than that, apparently some of them were just silent throughout the speech.
"And this is what is left of the mighty Laserauce!" He yelled, this time I did open my eyes, suddenly violently wishing I didn't. I peaked through my forearms which were pressed tightly to my head, dissapearing into my long hair. There were way too many people, way too many. And I was right, many were hollering and cheering. Burly, but in obviously expensive clothing. Some were standing silently, peering past the raging idiots, looking into the cage. Some pearing at the man with snarls on their faces. Go for them.
"May we bring out our lovely human DANTE!" He screamed. I cringed as the doors open. I would fight, I would fight with my heart and my soul. Anything and everything left in my body I would use. The moment hands were laid on me, I pushed myself up, landing a brutal blow to a tall man's jaw. Unexpectedly he stumbled backwards, landing on his backside in the cage doorway. I looked to the other man warily as he landed a massive blow to my cheek. I cried out, stumbling back onto the metal bed. Landing against it with a crack and a nasty thud to my head. He grabbed me by the hair, dragging me out of the doorway. I let him, that was all I had left in my fight. Some of my hair gave way to his impossible yanking. Throwing me to the ground in a heap, some white impossibly long strands caught in his fingers. My forehead was pressed to the ground, I landed on my knees, my body bent in two. I had no idea how I was still balanced on my knees, but I was. I felt my long hair still in waves spreading out everywhere around my body. I didn't try to move, there was nothing left. I was picked up by the tops of my arms, heald off the ground. My head limped backwards, staring up at the ceiling blindly. Two men held me with practiced unhuman ease. My feet and legs dangling lazily in the air, it felt like I were crussified.
"Tall, lean. Well built, and a beauty when he's not pathetic." I ground my teeth, anger rising in me. Apparently I did have something left in me. Suddenly my once white cloth pants, were ripped viciously from my bottom. The life sprang back into me, I fought against the guards, wanting to cover myself. I did free one hand, quickly covering my front. In vain only. I was grabbed quickly and harshly. They twisted my arms back, while still suspended in the air. A loud deep scream left my throat from the intense pain of my twisting limbs. I felt a swish of silk hit my leg.
"Well, a big man for such a small boy." He said, unable to keep the chuckling from his voice. My spirit was shattering, and I was being raped of everything I had. I turned my head to my twisted shoulder, the pain was invicible. I leaned my forehead against my shoulder, I didn't mean to cry. But silent tears found their way down my cheeks. The man tucked my immpossibly long hair behind my ear.
"Ah, he's blushing. We've got a shy one." I gasped for breath, indeed, there was burning along my cheeks like nothing I'd ever felt before. My pale skin was vicible with red and pink heat. Dancing along my black and blue chest, ribs, back, and legs. My face was the only thing that was left untouched. A slap mark here or there, and terrible gashes at the back of my head, but not on my face. They were all hidden by my hair. A finger traced its way down my stomach, leading to my abdomen, and down to my crotch. I cringed, whimpering. I whimpered, in the face of the enemy I whimpered. He opened my eyes forcefully, I glared at him through whisps of white hair. My huge eyes glaring at his small brown ones. I gathered all the saliva I had desperately into my mouth, spitting it in his face. There was laughter, and growls. He raised his hand to hit me, I closed my eyes peacefully waiting for the blow. I'd gotten used to it. But it never came. I opened my eyes to look at a him with a large pouch in his hands, he was looking at it with large eyes. The man standing in front of him, I was staring at instead.
He had hair just as long as mine, except the black of black. His skin wasn't the milk color of swan feathers like mine, it looked cold and dead. In a heartbeat I knew he was a vampire. His eyes matched the intenseness of my own, straight as a board black hair was covering one of them. But the other was the bluest of blue, with a hint of green running through them. If he weren't so close, I would have never noticed. He was tall, very tall. I looked at him straight in the face, glaring. It was returned with a smile. He had broad shoulders, much more broad them mine. He was musculine, but almost, delicately so. He wore a black silk shirt, underneath a fine fit dress jacket, unbottoned. The man was beautiful, and I wasn't even attracted to men. He had the same material dress pants. His hair almost practically blended in with his pitch black suit. The man was the devil himself. I took a raspy breath, trying to hold my conciousness. He took of his jacket, wrapping it around my lithe shaking body. He gave one look to the guards and they released me. I started falling to the ground, but was captured in his arms. I remembered being taken by his guards, being pushed into their carriage. And then I saw alot of dark and blurry trees, and I fell into the world of unconciouseness.

Sad enough I awoke in the arms of the man earlier, laying me down on a plush bed softly. I clawed at the bed, screaming.
"Get away from me!" I yelled, falling off of the bed and scooting far to the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to me, kneeling down very slowly.
"Maids will be here in a moment to wash you." He said, voice held no emotion, nothing and it was unnerving. I clutched to myself instantly, trying to push all of the cold away. His jacket was left on the bed, forgotten. And I was curled into a tight ball naked in the corner. As if on cue two small women bustled into the room, laying soft hands on my arms, I jerked away, scrambling away from the small group of people. The smaller maid laid a hand on my head, I supposed in a gesture to pat me or soothe me. Her hand coming away with blood; she gasped lightly as I screamed. I smashed against the hard stone wall, my forehead colliding with it, I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling rapidly. They looked at the towering dark man, as if silently questioning. He nodded them out, saying, "I'll take care of him." It was strange how his expression never changed, it always stayed the same. Even his voice was emotionless, and it was unnerving. I quivered, pulling at a loose stone instincively, looking for anything to clutch. He walked over to me, but now that I watched him closely, walk just wasn't the right word. The way his hair waved around him, exposing that white face and blue eyes. The small almost unnoticeable sway of his hips, the way he placed one foot galantly in front of the other; making absolutely no noise. I didn't like how he could do that. He leaned over, his hair making a frame for his face, placing his hands on either side of my arms. He picked me up effortlessly, while I beat and yelled and cried into his chest.
"Lemme go!" I hollered. Finally, he pulled me away just long enough and I saw it just in time. Although I didn't move, I only turned my head so it would hit the side of my head, other than my cheek. Don't ask me why my head would have been better than the side of my face, because I honestly wouldn't know what to tell you. I sniffled as his hand landed brutally on my cheek, not even the side of my head. I stilled for a moment, trying to gain composure of myself.
"Just a bath?" I whispered quietly, opening my eyes a touch to peak out at him. He nodded, nothing. I sniffled, nodding back. He hugged me tighter to his chest, I didn't see the hallways or where he went in that massive home; because my eyes were glued shut. I didn't want to see anything, or anyone. In the middle of my thoughts, he suddenly set me on my feet. I looked around awknowledging the decoration of the bathroom. Everything was black marble, everything. From the tile to the walls to the bathtub. And what a bathtub! It was massive! A giant swan head finally stopped gushing floods of water, long enough for me to gain myself. I looked behind me, while he motioned with his head to the water, rubbing his eyes for just a moment. I stared at it wanonly, inching forward, I slipped a toe in. But the moment I felt that water, my eyes slipped back into my head and I short of, jumped in. My peace only lasted momentarily while a bare leg was put into the water beside me. My eyes were wide, as I slowly followed the white limb to the whole show. He had black boxers he kept on, and that was it. His large chest shown brilliantly, broad and muscled. He had a few scars on his shoulders, and a little less than ton on his muscle rippling back. His thighs were large, but delicately so. Muscline so. His calfs were delicate, and shaped as if sculpted by Michel Angelo himself. His black hair was swept skillfully into a loose poneytail. He slowly sat down in the water, turning around to take a grab at the shampoo bottle while I scurried to the otherside. He didn't look at me, he didn't do anything, but pour more shampoo into his palm.
"Come." He said, focusing on the lavender looking goo in his hand. I whimpered softly, "No." He looked up at me, and the thing that made me slowly inch back to him was the look in his eyes. There was no threat there, they were tired and heavy. Beautiful eyes, and beautiful people like himself just weren't made for that look. As if the tired frown he had was a suicidal artist castrating a Mona Lisa. I was hypnotized by this look, slowly back into front of him. He took to washing my hair, bundling the now-light purple hair on a heap on the top of my head. He skillfully avoided the back of my head like the plauge. I guess little blood droplets falls to the water was enough. He took a bar of soap in his hands, lathering it with the purple suds. His large and, surprisingly, soft hands washed all the blood and muck away. Sliding away into the top of the bathwater, he didn't seem to care he was getting dirtier by the minute. He started down my stomach, using his nails to get the hard dirt away. Scratching lightly. But when he got lower, to my thighs I started squirming.
"N-no, please no, no." I whimpered, backing away. He looked at me quizzically, the first human sign of emotion. He motioned for me to come closer, I shook my head until I was dizzy. He sighed, pushing forward on his knees to me. I squeeled, retreating into the corner of the massive thing. He took my thighs firmly in his hands, getting his face close to the edge of the water. I was slowly sliding down as he pulled my bottom to the surface of the water. My mouth was under water, and I was breathing so hard little swirls from my nostrils penetrated the water. I had my eyes closed tightly, when his fingers traced multiple thrashes of whip marks on my thighs and buttocks. His fingers traced lightly up my thighs, crisscrossing the bruises and beat marks, and his fingers dropped away. I didn't need to open my eyes to see what he was seeing. Because I'd felt every second of it. My member was swollen and bruised and beaten. Was everyone more powerful than I going to do this to me? I was a strong human, even stronger than most elves back home. But this, this was killing me.
"P-please stop, I-I don't want to do that again. P-pl-" My voice was cut off from a high pitch choked sob.
"Who did this to you?" I whimpered, finally opening my eyes to stare at him. He matched the intenseness of my own.
"M-men." I whispered. His gaze never left mine, and his expression never changed. He simply looked at me, but I knew, I knew there was something swimming just below the surface. I hadn't known him long at all, but his posture changed. His shoulders straightened, his back gave the tiniest of a bow. His brows burrowed for a slip second, something had set him off. But surely not my bruises? He slowly set my bottom back in the water, where he stood suddenly. Looking down at me he smiled weakly and then it was gone. Just like that, gone. And so was he, he just left the room.

I watched him while he hit the man in the face, stumbling out like a fool. I smiled to myself, he had spunk. The smile faded when the monster of a man hit him viciously on the back of his head, throwing him out of the cage. He landed harshly on the ground; a meaty thud along with a few sprinkled droplets of blood. His head slammed to the ground, his white hair framing his small body. But the back of his head, oh the back was bad. the were deep gashes decorating the entire backside of it, blood everywhere. It was like trechory to his face, which was barely harmed looking. The two men picked him up mercilessly while his head slumped back. His small body breathed heavily, I watched his lungs intake air faster than they could get it out. The announcer came up to the boy, but I wasn't really listening. Even if I wanted to the idiots around me were too fucking loud. I watched the boy, I listened to him. I watched every tense of his muscle as his little of nothing clothing were ripped away. His head shot up, huge lavender grey eyes shot to the announcer. His pouty lips opened trying to take in more air. He faught, which was nothing, he shouldn't have even been able to move at this point of torture. Both of the men ripped and twisted his arms out of the sockets. He screamed a man's scream, not a boy's. This was no boy, this was a man. He had slinder girlish hips, that lead to once-muscled thighs. But his body was shrunked, the only thing that must have looked like his old self were his eyes. And when I caught them briefly, I knew not even those. They were haunted, frightened, angry. And for just a moment I saw his soul, I saw things inside of him he didn't he even know he was thinking. I saw the once warrior, I saw a man, a gallant brave warrior of a man. Beautiful, men and women dropped to his feet he was so overwhelming. But he lived in a place where human, was freak. And he wasn't allowed to live, not even among the people he faught with. 'Strange, usually elves are kind creatures.' I had to think. But when he closed his eyes, hiding his face letting tears fall silently. That was all I could have taken. My face was bland and bored, but my insides were wrenching and hollering and screaming. I walked spine striaght through the massive crowd of rich men and women. I took out all the money I had with me, which was three times as more than this man was worth among normal slaves. But inside, he was different thana all, inside he was worth more money than even I had. I practically threw the gold and silver at the stunned anouncer. Placing my coat gengerly on his broken arms and body. The guards carelessly letting him fall, but I caught him. I would take care of him, his small frame slumped against me, while I listened to his choked sobs. If you weren't vampire, you wouldn't have heard it. Even as close as he was, it was choked and silent inside his chest. But I heard every breath that he wanted to scream, I felt every gash of whip against that pale flesh. I held him tightly to my chest like a treasure. My face just looked like I'd won a worthless sex slave, but inside of me I held his soul in my claws; and the first time in my lives I held it gently. I cooed it into unconioucness. I scratched it lightly with my massive demon claws. I wrapped my dark soul around it, shoving all the light I had left inside of my mind and spirit, giving it to this boy, this man...this broken and warped soul.

I got out of the bath after an hour, I didn't really want to be in the bath when the man returned. I didn't feel easy naked and in water around another man. I used to think it were nothing, but now ... now was different. I gengerly took a soft towel around my hips, crying out softly when it touched my member. Closing my eyes tightly I bit the bullet with a knot in the side. Letting out a deep breath I took soft steps out of the bathroom, opening the door silently looking around. Black hallways, almost eurthreal. Where was I supposed to go? I was quickly answered with a hard chest against my nose. I reeled backward falling on my bottom, I yelled out from the pain of moving so quickly. I was weak, and moving fast didn't help anything, especially scooting back as fast as I did.
"I-I-" I studdered, not knowing who or what to say to whom or what was there. The figure walked over to me, picking me up by my struggling shoulders.
"It is I, be still." A more than drained voice said, but I didn't focus. I wasn't ready to be touched, I didn't want to be held or touched. Not by anyone ever again.
"S-stop! Let me go, I demand!" I shouted, my flailing arms doing nothing more but flailing. I was just so tired and weak, that I even laid my head on his chest while my vision sparkled white spots. I blinked a couple long strokes of my eyelashes, trying to focus on my heartbeat.
"W-where are you taking me?" I asked, a voice above a whisper, raspy and hoarse.
"My bed chambers." He said emotionlessly. I stared up at him, while he kept on walking never taking a glance down at me. His large lavender eyes stared up at me for a long time, I didn't look down at him. Fear of what my face would give away, probably nothing. It never did, I was a great face for hiding things that I didn't ever want to be shown. But not with him, this man did things to my insides. Like things beat inside of me, stretching from centuries of sleep, stretchign and yawning. Prowling around their home, like gone away for so long. It made me shudder, taking deep breaths. The large beast inside of me did yawn in fact, for better terms, it screamed and beat and clawed at my insides. As I ripped different men apart. Their blood I ravished on for wine; for tonight I drank well. I must have killed 8 different men that had laid hands on the man I'd purchased. The man would never know what I did, I wouldn't let it be known. But I didn't wait for God to do justice, I'd waited a long, long time for Him to do justice for me. And nothing had ever been done, unless I did it. I would not let the man I held in my arms go wronged, and the crime not gone unpunished. I did much justice this evening.
"Please ... it's so hard for me to beg. Please, God, please donot make me do it." The man whispered quietly, barely above a breath. I sighed inwardly, exhaling visibly.
"I will not rape you." I said hard, just as usual, emotionless. I felt the man shake in my arms. He lifted his head away from me, looking away; ashamed. I didn't hear his cry until he took a gasp of breath, shakily trying to hide his deep breaths.
"Thank you." He did say this in a whisper. I wouldn't have caught it if I weren't ... what I were. I closed my eyes, taking a mental breath, grunting in reply. I opened my bedroom door with my foot gracefully, trailing inside with the man in my arms. I set him down easily, gengerly on his feet beside the bed. Holding him upright, I said hard, "I'm taking a bath, do what you wish." And with that I left. I closed my eyes as I drifted off the ground, floating quickly and silently back to the bathroom. Landing with a soft thud, I turned on the bath once again. Watching the water flow from the mouth of the swan, trying to get the man off of my mind. Dante was his name, at least that was what the announcer was hollering, of what I caught.
"Dante." I whispered on my lips. 'Dante' I thought, I liked it. I stepped inside the water, slumping down. Letting my graceful ease and angelity fall away like the blood and the scratches on my skin from the water. I took a deep breath, sitting there for at least ten minutes. Until I felt the human grime was off of my skin. I rose, letting the water drip, not bothering with a towel. But as I opened the door, thinking of the man ... Dante. He wouldn't like seeing me nude, I sighed while wrapping a strangely soft towelet around my lower half. Stretching while drifting back to my room on the far corridor. Opening my door silently, I looked for Dante. Finding him curled up motionlessly on the far end of the bed. Practically invicible. I reached out for my dresser, grabbing my silk sleep pants. Tracing back to the bed, I laid down silently, making sure to not rustle my Dante awake. I leaned over, gengerly taking his silk white hair out of his eyes. Murmuring in his sleep he rewrapped his arms around himself unconciously. His body was beaten and bruised. Shatter and torn was his skin. The loose end of the towel was open with his curled legs facing me. I saw his lower half in ruions. I didn't cringe, but I grimaced; because it was a terrible sight to see. The pain that must have caused would have been excruciating. I looked back up into his face, as the perfectness of it was deceitful to his ruined body. The fall of his chest and the flutter of his lashes in sleep rose lust from me. I closed my eyes, scooting quietly away from him. I lay still, waiting for the last minutes of the night to flutter away. And as they did, the thoughts and visions of Dante grew stronger, as my eyes grew heavier. While the small lights eluted the black paint on my windows, esentuating the arrival of dawn in my black abiss. I closed my eyes, as visions of Dante overtook my mind.

I woke up to birds singing, thinking today was going to be a wonderful day, like any other one. But then I realized it was my life, and I was laying in a bed of a Master Vampire...my Master. I closed my eyes again, breathing in and out carefully. Glancing over at my new Master I studied his sleeping form, his dead form. He lay silently, his skin still paled and the glowing gleam dead and gone. He lay with his head propped on the pillow, one hand on his stomach and the other thrown carelessly over the edge. His black hair filtered around his body like a dark curly portrait, it was even more astounding when the man was alive. I slowly edged off of the bed, hissing as the pain hit my rib cage from my earlier beating. I placed my hand quickly over my side, thinking it would lessen the pain. I made my way out of the room, taking a deep unnecessary breath I stepped out into the darkly lit hallway. I looked either way as if I were crossing a busy street, I didn't know where to go or where'd I would end up, so I just went forward. The most obvious direction. The hallways seemed to of never ended, until I came to a fork in the middle of it. I looked at all three sections rolling my eyes.
"All traditionally creepy, right? Perfect." I mumbled unhappily. Sighing I went in the next to closest obvious direction, the hallway in the middle. My hand was still tightly connected to my side as my eyes darted from left to right. Finally the little hallway opened to a massive room, looking up I was in complete awe. The ceilings were huge. Period. They must've been past 40 feet tall, more. Everything was black or grey stone, everything. Dim light shone through from the outside past a massive window at the top of the room. Spraying a light barely unnoticable light into the damp room. My eyes fell from the ceiling and the breathtakingly huge window, to the massive black door straight ahead. I heald my breath, my feet glided me to it. My breathing quickened, my heart raced. 'My escape.' I thought to myself. This was an escape, this was a door leading obviously to the outside. I closed my eyes momentarily thanking God quickly. I put my hand on the wood that was placed as the lock across the door. But the word 'wood' would have been a large understatement. It was basically, a large trunk of a tree blocking my glorious escape. I stared at it immpossibly, blinking wildly. Maybe if I were as strong as when I were home, probably not even then could I muster this out of the way. My shoulders slumped as I let go of my side, pushing weakly at the massive door. I pushed my forehead against the bark as my visoin sparkled white. I groned, the little strength I had visibly weakening as I heaved at the impossible thing.
"It's right here. Right here." I whispered sadly, defeated. I turned around slowly, replacing my hand at my aching side, sighing deeply I lifted my head, looking foreward. Greeted with the pale black curled face of the man who rescued me. I intook a large amount of breath, jumping backwards. Crying out from the pain of hitting my bruised back onto the large tree. My breathing was impossibly fast, my heart felt like it were trying to escape from my chest. He stood tall, shoulders back, head held high as his hip-length hair curled around him angelicly. He looked down at me, a small smile tugging his lips.
"Morning." He said roughly, in his deepest voice, sounding oddly enough warm. I blinked wildly at him.
"What are you doing up?" I asked incredulously. His smile widened.
"Am I not allowed to walk freely awake in my own home?" He raised a perfectly defined black eyebrow. I looked at the ground.
"I-I didn't mean it like that."