Angel Of Paris

03 ~ Caught Off Guard

The glorious city of Paris was asleep once again, and once again, the glorious Angel of Paris was out and about in the dark city. She slid through the streets as if she was gliding on ice, from alleyway to alleyway, from the poor to poor. Her dark cloak helped her to blend in with dark alleyways. It was harder than normal to avoid the guards as the streets were illuminated by the bright light of the full moon. She had to be very careful.

Angelique sighed as she placed the cloth wrapped food on the ground next to the mother of one and a small little Teddy bear for the little girl who was curled into her side with her father on the other side of her. Angelique paused for a moment, she looked back and forth between the three before she paused at the little girl, a gentle smile graced her features, she ever so carefully raised a hand to brush away a strand of chocolate brown hair from the little girls face, pushing it behind her ear, her thumb skimmed over the girls face. She gentle leaned forward and layed a soft kiss to the child's head. Her lips stayed on her forehead for a moment before slowly pulling back.

"God have mercy on you, little one.." She whispered before slowly ascending from the floor with her basket curled up in her arms. She reached the exit of the alleyway before turning around again, only to be met with the curious and pleading brown eyes of the little girl. Angelique smiled at her from her position before waving a quick goodbye and scurrying off into the streets of Paris once more.

Angelique's head was distracted and clouded, all she could think about was how the little girls eyes pleaded with her to stay and how her body could barly move, the only reason the little one didn't follow her was because of that reason, she was so distracted that she bumped straight into an armoured shoulder. She gasped as she stumbled back, thankfully not falling and ruining her gifts to the people.

The armed guard and his friends quickly turned around in anger.

"Watch where you're going--wait a minute...." The guard paused mid-sentence, clearly realising who she was.

"The Angel of Paris!!" One of the three men hollered out into the once silent night.

The third guard pulled out his sword from his sheath and slowly made his way towards Angelique. He chuckled darkly. "Minister Claude Frollo has one hell of a reward for your head! Come here!"

Angelique made the quick decision to kick the one advancing to her in the front area and punched the other two in the face as hard as she could and with all her strength. They all gasped and fell back onto the stone pavement in pain. She quickly grabbed the end of her cloak and dress and started to sprint for safety. She knew Notre-Dame was to far away from where she was but she had to try, she had to seek sanctuary, ran faster, making sure not to trip over her dress to give the guards-who were right behind her-an advantage.

She reached Paris Square before winding her way through the tents of the Rommi community, making sure to be quiet as not to wake them, but the guards had other idea's, they started yelling and shouting, yelling out profanities against her and shouting out her name, this caused some of the Rommi's tent lamps to illuminate the colourful material of the tents. Thankfully her cloak still hid her in the darkness, that was until she saw the shining armor of the guards on either side of the tent clearings, although she could see them, they couldn't see her, to avoid causing any noise she took graceful and gentle steps, one foot behind the other as she walked backwards into an open tent that at the time seemed empty and dark. Perfect for hiding.

Once she was enveloped in the darkness of the Rommi tent, the complaints of the guards slowly died away into the distance that her shoulders relaxed and she let out a shaky breath of relief, she gently layed her basket on the floor before the hairs on her neck stood upright in fear. She swiftly pulled out the knife that she always had in her dress for safe measures. She spun around to raise it to the individual's throat.

It was clearly a man. He was tall, standing a head taller than Angelique, his tan torso was toned, his abs flexed with every slight movement she made with the knife, his arms covered in muscles and veins travelling from the tip of his middle finger up to his neck, his adams apple bobbed as he gulped in fear, he had a strong and sharp jaw as if shaped by God himself, his button nose, his rosey cheeks, his mid-length messy black hair, his bushy eyebrows that held a crease in them, his smooth tan skin that covered his whole body but she could only see what he allowed and that was from the waist up, but what stood out the most was his emerald green eyes, so bright and dark at the same time, brighter than the leaves of spring but darker than the glowing green grass, they went so so deep.

Angelique was caught off guard by his appearance. She loosened the grip on the knife, making it falter in her hand. The man took that as the opportunity to over-power her. He quickly grabbed both of her wrists and shoved her up against the main pole of the tent, her facing him. He looked down at her with a smug grip.

"Caught you off guard there, huh?" He boasts.

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[DUN DUN DUN]

[Sexy man alert]