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I breathed heavily into the unfamiliar atmosphere. It tasted like traffic fumes and damp things that I just didn't want to think about. It was also pitch black. What happened to the sunny field?

It all came flooding back to me. The flower circle and the realisation that it could be a fairy circle. But fairies aren't real so the possibility of me being here is impossible but the truth is it is quite probable and there lies the problem. Erg i'm confusing myself.

I looked into the darkness and my eyes slowly adjusted. Making the ominous shapes that belonged in a Childs nightmare turn into dark buildings.

Where the hell was I? was the important question. Is this some sort of fairy dimension? This wasn't the field near the care home. It didn't even look like Yorkshire.

"Hey, Little girl. You lost?" a male voice said from behind me. I spun and face the bearded man. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. He also sounded American.

"Erm..I no, i'm fine. Thanks" I lied with my London accent that sounded even more strange against his than it did with the Yorkshire kids.

"English, huh. You're a long way from home. My clients like 'em young" He said with a sneer. "Boys!" He shouted into the dark. Three men came out of the shadows beside a building. Fear struck me hard but I force it down. They came forward and that's when all my training for the last six years leaked back into my head. Dad said It would come in useful.

The first men, stocky and balding came at me. He tried to make a grab for me but feel to the floor in pain as I delivered a round-house kick the his stomach.

The second ran at me, he didn't get to far as I slammed my palm into his face. I heard cartilage brake and crush under by hand. Broken nose. I then kicked him hard in the groin. He went down.

The third managed to grab my shoulder and he backhanded me to the floor. A gasp was out of me as I felt blood trickle down my face and tasted copper in my mouth. Buster lip. I rolled to my back and kicked out my foot straight into his ribs. He grunted, fell and didn't get back up. I got back to my feet in a quick practiced motion.

"Feisty little bitch, aint ya" The original guy snarled. A glimmer or a knife had me frozen "Now be a good little girl and you wont get hurt."

"Go to hell" I said probably making the biggest mistake of my short life I made the universal sigh for 'bring it' He game at me with a checked anger. The first blow I counteracted with a wrist block. I grabbed the hand holding the knife before it could plunge into me and I kicked hard into his belly. He groaned but didn't go down like his buddies. He somehow got a hold of my long blonde hair and he pulled it back painfully.

The adrenaline that I had been relying on left me in a puff of fear. I'm so deed. But for some reason by appending death wasn't what I thinking about. Instead in ran along the lines of 'where the hell are the fairies?' and with that as perhaps the most stupid last thought anyone has ever had, the knife plunged into my middle with an aggressive slowness. I screamed my last breath and struggled with all my might. Refusing to go down without a fight even as it was drained out of me.

The feign item disappeared from my person with a twist. Unfortunately my pain didn't go with it.. I fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. I put my hand to my belly drawing away when a sticky liquid coated it.

In the dimming fuzziness I heard grunts of pain and the sound of a chocking gasp. I was aware that it wasn't me but that was all I was aware of. I was dying. It hurt more that I thought it would but at least I wasn't cold anymore. A shadow came over my vision of a black sky with no stars.

"Kid?" A beautiful voice said. I blinked away the fuzz but with each breath I took it felt like I was being ripped apart. The shadow turned into the face of a pretty man with dirty blonde hair and pale skin. He was wearing sunglasses in the dark. Strange.

" Are you an angel?" I asked in a gasping breath as he applied pressure to my wound.

"No, but I can save you. How about that kid?" I blinked at the threatening darkness.

"Okay" I whispered. Noticing that my voice sounded groggy and rusty compared to his angelic melody. He picked my up off the ground and cradled me in his strong, cold arms.

"Hang on kid" Didnt know what I was supposed to hold onto but I settled foe pushing and pulling air into me. The frigid air rushed past me and my eyes started to droop. Tears stained my vision. The rush of cold air stopped and it was warm. Candles flicked off walls but I couldn't tell what colour they were.

"What have you brought me?" a childlike voice asked but it was just a woman with a ridiculous baby voice.

"One for the change." My saviour replied.

"But she's so small. What good will she even do?" The woman said angrily.

"she fought off four grown men. If the last didn't have a knife she would have won. Here skills are advanced enough that she will be a worthy opponent for the soldier." He said. A cold hand brushed away the hair from my face.

"You're a special one aren't you. Yes, I can feel it now. You did well, Riley" And with that a sharp pain took my neck. I hissed in pain at the burning sensation. It started spreading throughout my body. I was on fire. Cant they see i'm burning. Put the fire out!

I blacked out from the pain. But the woman's whispered voice stayed with me.

"My little angel of death"

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