The Black Angel

~nekochan~ · 08-30-2008

The Black Angel

Chapter 1: Life or Death- Encounter
A dark figure lurks through the shadows of the black forest. Chasing me at lightning
speed, closing in for the attack. I kept thinking, "Why me? And why now?" there was nothing I could do. I knew nobody. I saw nobody. I was alone. Alone to die.
And I couldn’t do anything about it. So I ran, ran as fast as I could, as far as I could. If I was going to die. i would die trying. No matter what. To my horror, the chase came to a stop all too soon. I ran straight into a cliff wall. It stretched for miles and was hundreds of feet tall. . “Ah, crap! This is bull!” I whispered frantically. “Damn!”
That’s when the growling started. I heard footsteps behind me, I turned slowly to see the dark figure walking towards me to reveal himself. I was shocked at what I saw. Paralyzed even. He was the most beautiful man I’ve seen in my entire 15 years. His ivory skin, coal black hair that was long enough to reach past his chin. And his blue eyes pierced my very soul. And yet, he didn’t look too friendly. The man took a step forward and I flinched back to the wall in response. I haven’t realized the growling until it gotten louder and when I saw wolves, panthers and leopards. All together.
“ Ah, shit! What are panthers and leopards doing in a forest?” I whispered, frustrated. “And with wolves!! What is up with that?” I noticed a one of the panthers to my right looked agitated and growing impatient by the second. Finally it crouched and when it couldn’t hold back any longer it pounced in my direction. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the pain.
A minute passed, there was a silence, there was no pain. I slowly opened my eyes to find the man in front of me in a defensive posture. My eyes flick over to the panther who tried to attack. It limped back into the depths of the darkness. The wild animals growled loudly in fierce anger at their wounded comrade. Yearning for him. “Who are you?” I asked the man. He said nothing for a moment and smiled a tiny smile. “My name you ask? Well, to answer your question Miss Rosette Coleman, I am known as the black angel,” he began. Turning to smile at me and look into my eyes. “But you may call me Rai Kingsbury.”
Without warning, the wolves howled at the full moon and the panthers and leopards roared with great volume.
They didn’t hold back. They sped toward us and sprung to attack Rai. I closed my eyes tight. At least, he was with me. I wont forget the clothes he wore right now. A black cloak and pants, this is because of his beauty, which was now burned into my memory. Forever. I screamed as I heard clothes ripping and growling. We were goners….