Chapter 1

Like in all her dreams, Angel couldn't see his face, only a lean and dark silhouette. His voice when he spoke was unclear, all the words seemed blurred together, yet the sound she heard had a quiet husk like a lullaby.

But when the shadow screamed, Angel found it unbearable, the sound was a million broken hearts being tortured even further, flooded with despair and grief.

Angel had seen this man in her dreams since she woke up in a German hospital a year ago. She had seen this silhouette go through hell and worse and it always was frustrating that she couldn't speak or help him, let alone see his face.

The dream in her head now however, was different.

The shadow had changed from someone with such deep pain into a cold-blooded warrior; it took a while for Angel to realize that it was indeed the same silhouette she had journeyed with for a year; it had changed that much. This time she could hear him as clear as a bell, but his voice was no longer soothing or screaming, it spat out fierceness and dominance and sounded rough, and this time, the shadow talked to her.

"I know that you have followed me. You were never the one to be subtle my dear."

"Who are you?"

"Everything you have wanted...and now more."

The figure turned slowly and for the first time Angel saw his face.

"Haven't I grown? Before I was pathetic, too sentimental and lacked strength. Now... now I'm a man, the king you needed to rule beside you, the one that will make you stay. Forever." He snarled.

His green eyes burnt her. Angel's heart shook while her head was flooded with confusion.

"We shall get what was always ours. Together, we shall avenge our losses. You shall never run far from me again. My Angel." The green eyed warrior strolled closer and closer to her until he was less than a foot in front of her. He was the tallest person Angel had ever seen and since she was quite small herself, he was able to lean over her with a hungry expression on his face that made Angel feel uneasy.

"You're not real." Angel said as brave as she could, which wasn't very brave at all.

"On the contrary my dear, I am real. And always will be." His mouth twisted into an unwelcoming smile."You can pretend that you have nothing to do with me, yet your fears and longing for me will always betray you. Just like you did me."

"What are you talking about?" Angel whimpered.

"You pretend to not remember what wrong you did me, but look at how you tremble for fear of my vengeance upon you. I have brought you to your knees."

Angel looked down at herself and saw that she was clutching onto his pale wrists, she quickly let go, only to allow the smirking man to suddenly lock his arms around small frame like a snake. His red lips bent towards her ear, caressing it with his possessive breath. "You are mine. I have broken and bent you into who you are. Try to have nothing to do with me, try to forget the way I stroked you, how you trembled and squirmed underneath me as you screamed my name into the twisted sheets!"

Angel tried to free herself but the warrior's arms only squeezed her tighter to his long body.

"I'm coming for you, my angel, and when I get you, when I do what I have to do, you will see that it is all for you. You will never escape."

Angel jerked awake and shot up in bed. Sweat dotted her forehead and her hands shook like an earthquake. Her heart was rattling in her chest. "It was just a dream." She whispered into the darkness, which suddenly seemed a lot more comforting then before.

Knowing that her nightmare would continue if she closed her eyes, Angel forced herself out of bed, turned a light on and proceeded to take a book out of one of the shelves in her room. Angel had discovered a fondness of books since she woke from hospital, it was how she learnt things and she preferred to live in a book rather than in the real world. Her world was still being rebuilt.

Angel couldn't remember anything before the German hospital. Who she was, where she came from, even how she lost her memory, had all disappeared from her mind. In fact the only thing she could remember was one word: Angel, thus she was called.

One German doctor, Anton Amsel, specialised in amnesia patients and Angel was indeed a special case. For one she was English and spoke no German, had no family and no one knew her, and lastly no one had any idea of how she lost her memory. Angel was mysteriously found in a heap on the outskirts of Stuttgart, Her feet were badly bleeding and she was wearing a rather fancy dress.

Dr. Amsel's heart sank when he first met the girl. She was no older than 19 and had no idea what was going on around her, fortunately Dr. Amsel was fluent in many languages, including English, and was soon a person Angel began to trust. In hospital, Angel was brought up to date about the world and even taught some German by Dr. Amsel. Over a few months, a strong bond had grown between the Anton and Angel, so strong in fact that when Angel was able to leave the hospital, Dr Amsel had adopted her as his daughter.

Angel was rather dependant on her adopted Father, he was the only one she trusted and he had taught her nearly everything she knew, but she was slowly coming into her own. At this moment in time she was happy, it was her and her Father against the world, having amnesia didn't bother her in the slightest...until now.

"Angel?"

She looked up from her book to see her Father standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing up so late?" The kind man asked.

"I couldn't sleep." Angel muttered.

"Dreams again?"

Angel nodded, thinking about her latest dream made her shiver with fear and tears fill her eyes. She dropped the book in her hand and threw her arms around her adopted Father's waist.

"Shhh. Mein leibling." He whispered, stroking her back comfortingly. "It was all just a dream."

"It seemed so real though." Angel whimpered into her Father's shoulder.

"They always are, but we must not ponder on them for too long, otherwise they distract us from the present." His wise words brought her head up to look at him and wipe away her tears.

"Ok."

"That's my girl. Anyway, you have much to be excited about tomorrow." The Doctor smiled.

"What's happening tomorrow?" Angel asked quietly.

"Remember that I told you about that gala. At the museum?"

"Oh yes. You're been invited to speak for it." Angel realised.

"Do you know what you are going to wear yet?"

"I was thinking... that dress I was found in." Angel said.

"Are you sure?" Her Father asked with a concerned tone.

"Yes, I don't know why I want to wear it? I just think it's pretty." She said in a slight childlike manner that made Dr. Amsel chuckle.

"Make sure you get enough sleep. I am glad that you are coming with me Angel." And with a kiss to her forehead, he turned and left the room.

Angel was again alone with her thoughts. Her heart pounded against her rib cage at the thought of the green-eyed warrior, his lingering voice rattled in her ear, she was filled with terror at his words and how he invaded her space as if it was nothing. The worst thing was he seemed like a missing piece in the jigsaw of her memories.

Angel lay back down in bed and her thoughts soon closed her heavy eyelids, bringing her a dreamless slumber.