I Am Your Angel (Darkangel666 x FieryAngel)

[Wintermute]

"Run... run you stupid bastard!" Erik thought to himself as he zig zagged through alleyways and streets, making a futile attempt to fool and loose his pursuers.


Why he was being pursued? Well, Erik Glenn was a trouble maker. Even at the age of 27, he still got himself into many problems, even without knowing it.


This time, he managed to back into a very expensive Harley Davidson motorcycle, and the owner just so happened to be exiting a store and saw it. His other two friends came out after, and they all had started yelling at Erik, insulting him and telling him that he'd have to pay up, or they'd beat him up.


Of course, Erik did not have the money to pay for that expensive piece of automobile engineering, so he did what any sensible person afraid for their lives would do: He ran.


He had been able to run through half the city with these three thugs on his tail, always producing some kind of close encounter. He already received a punch to the nose delivered by one of the hooligans, and it was bleeding rather badly.


"Oh god, oh god, oh god. Run, run, for fucks sake run!" He said to himself while jumping over short iron fences and dodging pedestrians. He almost got ran over once, but he hadn't managed to do what they did in the movies, leaving the bad guys at the other side of the crossroad. These bikers were just too fast.


After about thirty minutes had passed, Erik was confronted with a dead end. He tried climbing a water drain pipe, but he felt something clamp his ankle with an iron grip and pull him down relentlessly.


He fell to the ground with a thump and a faint crack, and he was pretty sure that it had been his coccyx breaking.


"Wher' d'you think your running off to, you insolent twerp?" The main guy, the owner of the bike, asked. The three of them cracked their knuckles and grinned devilishly at Erik, who was trying his best to hide the raw fear he felt at that moment.


"We're gunna have fun with you." Another said, stomping on his leg gently enough as to not break it, hard enough for it to hurt like hell. Erik yelped in pain, and the main guy grabbed him by his bloodied shirt collar. "I'm gunna beat you to a pulp." he said, very close to his face. Even with what he was sure was a bloody nose, he could smell the guys breath.


"Ugh... you reek of vodka, you sad drunks." Erik said, trying to sound fearless, and failing miserably. The three thugs just laughed, and the main one pulled back his fist, as if preparing to hit him.


Erik braced for impact.


@FieryAngel

 

[FieryAngel]

Isabelle had many charges, those that were hers to guide and protect on a daily basis. A hushed whisper in their ear could lead them to a new idea, a hand upon their shoulder to hold them back from danger. In her care, humans were often safe. Hovering just behind each person, she was never seen, having never had eyes laid upon her in all of her days as an angel. It was her job to guide in secret, until the time had come to take their souls into the light.


In a flash, she was right behind Erik as he ran, her long blonde waves bouncing as she shook her head. "Erik run." A whisper in his ear had the man running for his life, though the angel frowned as the menacing bikers caused so much trouble for her today. As he ran, she hovered so easily behind him, pointing him in different directions in attempt to shake the dangerous thugs. The blue hues of her eyes nearly turned to ice as they finally had him cornered, knowing full well they'd stop at nothing to seek their revenge over something so silly.


A few of the angels had gathered around her to watch, to try and help, but each bully was relentless. Their souls were dark, hearts had been hardened, which made it that much harder for them to work. It seemed they couldn't do much but watch the action, and they all prayed it wasn't the man's time. He was young with so much potential for life. They call could see it, and before departing to their own charges, wished Isabelle good luck.


As she watch him lay there shaking upon the ground, her form began to change. A hazy misty swirled about as her realm began to fade, her winged brothers and sisters slowly slipping from sight as the noises of the human plane became far more clear. Her skin remained soft and silky to the touch, white as the snow and almost inhuman. She was given just enough humanity to blend in.


Taking place behind the bullies, her voice sang out through the ally as she addressed them, arms folded, eyes glazed and looking fearful and full of anger. "Leave the poor guy alone. There's no need for all this violence, and it's men like you who give bikers a bad name. Now, accept that an accident happened and forgive. He hadn't done anything on purpose." While not once offering a threat, it was still clear that she completely meant business.

 

[Wintermute]

Erik was still tensed up to receive the brutal punch that was awaiting him, when a female voice was heard over the snickering of the thugs. He opened one marine blue eye to see what was happening.


His eyes widened extremely when he barely was able to distinguish a beautiful looking young woman, with skin as pale as the face of the moon itself, beautiful, long, silky looking blond hair and a gorgeous face to match everything. She looked as if she could have been an angel.


"This ain't your business, babe. Get out of here before I..." the chief stopped right in his tracks as he turned his head and made visual contact with the girl. There was something about her that seemed to calm them down, to mesmerize them.


"Of course we'll let him be. Its only a silly bike, after all." He said, laughing together with his companions.


The leader that had Erik by the collar dropped him to the floor, making his rear hurt again, and slowly walked off wordlessly with his companions.


Erik just lay there, on the ground, panting and bleeding. He looked pathetic. Blood was spurting out of his nose and onto his white dress shirt, staining it terribly with a big crimson blotch. His clothes were a mess from being dropped in the dirty alley, his hair ruffled up and unorganized and a rip in his pants caused by the stomp he received. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, and his whole body trembled of fear and pain.


He did look handsome, even when beat up.


He just plainly stared at the girl in awe. It was almost as if she had a very bright aura of pure light surrounding her body, which now that he could see it more clearly, it impressed him even more.


"Th-thank you..." he finally managed to blurt out, some blood coming out of his mouth because it came in from his nose. He tried standing up, but when he placed pressure on the leg that had been stomped on, it failed on him and his knee buckled, causing him to fall down on his rear again. "Ow, ow, ow..." He whimpered through gritted teeth. He was in a lot of pain.

 

[FieryAngel]

With furrowed brows, Isabelle didn't take her angry sights off the thugs until they were well around the corner and down the street. It wasn't until then that she let her features fall into the usual angelic smile that she so often wore. She was a vision as a single ray of sunshine illuminated her, reflecting off the pure white sundress that adorned her body. A halter top showed off the elegance of her collar bone down to her slender arms. The skirt, which billowed in the breeze that danced through the alley, appeared shorter in the front, giving way to length in the back. It was something that displayed the length of her pale legs.


Padding barefoot across the concrete, she bent down beside Erik, visually looking him over. The sight of blood didn't seem to phase her, nor did it remove the sweet smile that seemed permanently carved upon her face. "Are you alright?" Voice soft and ringing like a bell, hands reached out as she found the source of discomfort. An angel's touch is very healing when experienced directly, and the power radiated from her palm to his leg as she pressed a feather light touch upon it. "Seems it's only a sprain. You should live, today."


She came rather close, bringing her eyes a few inches from his face as she studied her charge. "It seems you are troubled. You should have more faith that you are being guided, you know. Trust yourself a little more." Perhaps she sounded to be one of those religious women who went to church every Sunday, but it was just in her nature to think as such. Looking around, the human world appeared far more dark and dirty from this plane, and the anger that filled the streets was disheartening. It became quite clear why angels didn't normally cross sides.


With a heavy sigh, her attention returned back to Erik, and a hand reached out in offer to help him up. "Now, do you think you can stay out of trouble?" It was a deep question, one she knew he probably wouldn't quite figure out, but this charge in particular seemed to have such rotten luck when it came to it. Pulling a tissue from her dress, she offered it out in hopes he'd take it to clean his face off just a little bit. "Clean yourself up." An order, but spoken so softly and lightly it would never seem as such.


Thinking her work was done here, she was more than ready to return to the other plane. "I need to go. I'll see you around. And be careful!" Hurrying around the corner, she found a little nook between buildings, a private place to go back home, and she silently waited to return. However, she didn't. Looking to the sky, she nearly begged to be taken home, as this was no world she wanted to be stuck in.

 

[Wintermute]

Erik felt instant relief for some reason as the beautiful girl touched his leg. He managed to see her close. Her face pure and beautiful as if almost inhuman, and pale like the moon. The rest of her body was just as beautiful and detailed, and her silky blonde hair waving in the wind didn't help Erik with the feeling that he had instantly fallen in love.


"I... I guess I'm a little shocked..." he mumbled to himself.


He shyly accepted the tissue and cleaned himself, but he was still thinking about her question. Could he stay out of trouble? He had never been very good at that, to be honest. He didn't know if he could promise this woman anything, but before he could answer she was talking to him again.


Now, all the religious talk kind of freaked him out. From before, that was.


Then, the beautiful woman upped and left.


He sat there, pondering her words as he cleaned his face with the tissue she had pulled out of her dress. The dreamy locks of golden hair and her beautiful face were still fresh images in his mind.


The fact that this person had stood up for him and actually managed to have an effect on his attackers amazed him, since nobody in his life had ever done that for him. It made him feel somewhat happy.


He got up carefully, feeling the full strength of his leg come back, and started back home.


He wondered where the blonde woman would be at that time.

 

[FieryAngel]

It was certain that she wouldn't be returning to the other world anytime soon, which brought sadness to her heart. The faint whispers in the wind of guardian friends could still be heard, many of which protested to her fate. Nothing could be done, and with a heavy sigh, left the small nook that hid in the shadows in search of where to go from here.


Arms folded across her chest in a warm embrace that was meant to bring comfort, and to ward off the chilly air that was suddenly prickling her skin. She shivered, bare feet striding across the street towards a small cafe upon the corner. Though, what she'd do there was uncertain, as the angel had no money, no possessions to her name. All she could do was make her way inside, a bell above the door ringing to announce her entrance. Heads swiveled, eyes stared as she made her way to a little corner booth. It was there that she settled alone.


It was quiet except for the few that whispered to one another over steaming cups of coffee, or the occasional person who came to place an order. It gave her time to meditate and think, reflecting on the voices of her friends and their instructions. Apparently, her charge was a wayward soul who needed guidance, someone having much potential but needed a hand to help find it. She had been granted this 'gift' to aid in his journey. It wasn't ideal, acting as guardian from this side being far more difficult, but it was a challenge she'd have to face.


With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes and began to meditate, hoping to gain further insight as to how to complete this task.

 

[Wintermute]

((Sorry for the hold up! I had some things to sort out before I could write up a post, so yeah. Creativity is dwindling.))


Erik felt much better now. The beating he had been given was bad, but the mere presence of that girl in the alley had soothed his heart in a way.


He had almost started to believe in God again.


He decided that he'd stop by his favorite cafeteria to have a cup of coffee with milk. As he entered and the door slammed shut, the little bell ringing before it did, something caught his eye.


In the back of the establishment sat, as if she were meditating, the angelically beautiful woman that had saved his life.


He was rather surprised, as he was a very common customer in that place and had never been there. The least he could do now was buy her a coffee. He ordered his own at the bar and went over to the booth she was sitting at.


"Um, hi..." He said awkwardly as he neared her table and sat down in front of her. "You saved me a while back. Maybe I could repay you somehow. Can I get you a drink?"


She looked surprisingly distressed for some reason, and Erik didn't know how someone so fair could feel that way.

 

[FieryAngel]

Sitting barefoot in the little cafe, she was rather aware of the rude remarks whispered behind her back, and the nasty glares her way. An angel had no need for shoes, at least not normally, so naturally she wasn't brought to the human world with them upon her feet. It didn't bother her, nor broke her concentration as she sought the answers to the puzzle, trying to figure out just why she wasn't allowed to return home. The air in the human world was far too thick, the influence of darkness completely surrounding her, and it felt as though it tainted her light.


Icy blues popped open at the sound of a voice, staring in disbelief as the human she just saved stood before her, offering her a drink. Isabelle simply nodded, unsure just what sort of drink it would be, and if she'd even like it. Angels didn't eat, or partake in human activities. It was rather strange for her to sit here now casually among them, the chance to live as they do.


Having nothing else to do, a hand waved towards the empty chair opposite her own, voice ringing like a bell as she kindly said "sit." It wasn't an order, simply a request, but it pained a smile across her face that only made her seem that much sweeter. "Repayment is never needed. Simply pass the good deed along, offer positive influence on another lost soul. That's all I ask."

 

[Wintermute]

Erik slowly nodded at what the girl said. She seemed to be very religious, always saying stuff about the faith and good deed. He didn't understand the thing she said about the lost soul, but he could start to imagine.


He did as she said and took a seat. He was, at this moment, very grateful to her. She had probably saved his life. Saved him from death. That was the most anyone had ever done to him, ever since he was a child.


"Thank you again" he said, a glint of amazement in his eyes. She was such a beauty to look at, honestly "You saved my life from either a very painful stay in a hospital, or a very slow and painful death. Either way, I'm really thankful to you still, and the least I could do is get you a drink." He said, to clarify things further.


He ushered a waiter over. "I'll get a coffee, dark. Bring the lady one too, mild though." He said, and when the waiter left he remembered that he should have let her decide what she wanted to drink.


"Damn, I'm really sorry..." He said, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "If you don't like it, I'll get you something else. I got a little carried away."

 

[FieryAngel]

Isabelle said nothing as he ordered a drink, choosing what the water should bring for her to try. The waiter glanced to her for approval, though she only offered a kind smile. Off he went to fetch their order, and that smile was directed to Erik for his kindness. "It's quite alright. You were simply being kind. Why would you apologize for that?" Legs crossed beneath the table, and a foot bounced anxiously. It was the only sign she showed that something could be bothering her. From the waist up, she sat tall and confident, appearing to be a picture of perfect bliss.


Sapphire hues locked upon the wayward soul, knowing full well she was here to lend a guiding hand. Staring, she studied him, his every move, catching nerves boiling beneath his skin. She simply giggled and shook her head. "So tell me, you certainly didn't knock those bikes over on purpose, did you? You seem like a decent man. Perhaps you were just down on your luck today. Just relax and think positive, and I can promise good things will come your way."

 

[Wintermute]

Erik shook his head at her question. He was still surprised. This girl did not seem to care what the people here thought about her. She was shoe-less, and seemed to have very few clothing options. Instead of buying clothes, she had decided to help his sorry ass out. Something very few people would go out of their way to do.


"No, no. Of course I didn't. It was all without wanting to. I was coming out of the shop and saying good bye to the shop keeper because he had been very kind to me, when all of a sudden, I crash into this bikers motorcycle and knock it over. I get it was expensive, but I don't understand why he would react that way..." He said, lowering his head.


Finally, after a while of waiting, the waiter brought the two coffees. "Strong for the man." He said as he lay the cup in front of Erik "And one for the madam." He said, kind of doubting her appearance. When he left, Erik sighed. "How rude. I'm sorry, people here seem to be looking at you as if you were an alien or something." He said, innocently. "Do you have many clothes? I mean, I could buy you a pair of shoes, even if that's not enough to repay you saving my life..."

 

[FieryAngel]

Isabelle chuckled and shook her head, leaning forward to reach out across the table to offer him comfort. "People tend to become attached to material possessions. That bike was just another thing to grow overprotective of. It's silly really, to watch people develop such a need for items. Greed is a major sin, you know, and it can eventually lead to your demise."


As the waiter brought her coffee, she inhaled deeply to admire the aroma, murmuring softly to herself. "So, that's what it smells like." Being on the other side had never allowed her some simple pleasures before. "I do not desire possessions, which is why I do not have any. I own nothing." In the human world, it may soon prove to be a problem, but that was a worry for another day. Finally, she lifted the mug to her lips, flinching from the heat that rolled across her tongue. She hadn't realized it was so hot. Blowing on it softly, she cooled the surface just enough to allow for a small taste, eyes lighting up with excitement from the intense flavor that spilled to her belly. "That is so good! I had no idea coffee could taste so amazing."

 

[Wintermute]

He nodded at the girls words, and sipped on his coffee, feeling the warm liquid roll down his throat and into his stomach. Immediately, the strong caffeine took effect and he felt alive, much better. He agreed with most of the words the girl said.


He, however, had almost lost his faith in god. To him, God had never been there to help him when he was in his situations. He never gave him anything good. Except now, he had been saved by a beautiful girl whose ideals he could almost agree with. It was great.


He laughed quite a bit at her reaction to the taste of the coffee. Not many people had that kind of reaction, and he hadn't met anyone that had not tried coffee in their life. She probably wasn't from around there.


"Oh, I'm glad you like it." he said, smiling "Coffee is great to me. It lifts my spirit, keeps me awake and it keeps me alert. Of course, not that it helps with my luck or anything. But, I'm still glad you like it."

 

[FieryAngel]

She was enamored with her drink, unable to keep herself from taking sip after sip. Her cheeks were kissed with color from his laughter, and slowly she set the cup down. "Sorry. I guess I got a little excited. I can see why you enjoy it so." Licking the flavor from her lips, she worked to contain herself, keeping the mug upon the table instead of sucking the whole thing down in an instant. It was hard to resist, though, as her gaze kept wandering down to glance at the rich liquid. Distraction was found as her sapphire hues shifted about the room, taking note of how other humans interacted around her. Some were reading, others busy on a computer or talking on a cell phone. Hidden in the corners were the loners and couples looking for a private moment. She was surrounded by laughter and love, frustration and depression. So many emotions in such a small space was quite a bit for the angel, and she wasn't sure just how to act.


Finally her attention returned to present company, offering a smile meant to comfort and ease. "Well, something tells me your luck just might change. You have so much potential for greatness, and I'm pretty sure someone will be watching over you." Little did he know that it was she who watched over him. She sighed heavily now, once again realizing she wouldn't be returning home so soon, unsure of how she'd survive in such a strange world.

 

[Wintermute]

He smiled at her words. Yes, coffee was one of his favorite things in this world. His luck however, he knew that that would never change. His hopes and dreams had almost been completely crushed, his family had disowned him for a reason that he did not know or understand. He was alone in this world with just a few friends. At least he was a nice guy, maybe he would get to go to heaven when he was killed one day by his stupid luck.


He sipped his coffee slowly, letting the droplets rain into his stomach. Erik remembered drinking coffee with his grandmother, the only one that had actually cared for him. She had passed away though, some time ago.


He heard the girl sight heavily and he looked up, confused. "Are you okay?" He said, cocking his head in a questioning manner. Then something came to him. "Oh, I was wondering. You dont seem to be from around here, and you're pretty poorly dressed, excuse my manners, but do you have a place to live? I'm renting an okay appartment with the money I get from my job, so if you need one, there's an extra bedroom with a bed and shower and everything..." He kind of slowed down. He didn't want her to think him like creepy or anything. This was just another favour he felt he owed her for saving his life.