I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day
-E. B. White
I see him standing in the door. I can barely stand as I lean on his wall. Everything around me is spinning slightly. Yet, I can still hear him, who he’s talking to. Sakura. She’s back and she comes for me. I cannot see her, but her cold voice is non-mistakable. Something happens that is expected when they kiss. I knew they were in together this whole time.
It is a pity. I was starting to like the vampire. It doesn’t matter what he does though; I still have to kill him. Even if he doesn’t act it; he’s still evil. I grasp the stake at my side even tighter in my hand. I may be weak, but I can do what I must.
That’s when something happens that I don’t expect. Tristan knocks her away and tells her to stay away. Does he really care for me that much? He can’t; he’s only a vampire. I see him turn around and look at me. He wears a black tank top and black shorts. It is the most human I’ve ever seen him.
I’m caught on his soft red hair, sparkling eyes, and clef chin. My eyes wander down to his broad muscular shoulders. He’s muscular all the way down and I feel weak in my knees. No, I can’t feel this way. I’m an angel; I’m not even supposed to think about a human in that way, let alone a vampire.
“What are you doing up? You’re weak,” he says.
“I’m strong enough for this,” I say.
“For what?” he asks stepping closer.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
I run towards him knocking him to the ground with my wing. He rolls and sweeps my leg. I crash down to the soft red carpet. I quickly jump back to my feet and punch him in the jaw. He falters back a few steps and looks into my eyes. He won’t change; his face stays normal and fangs away. Why won’t he change, it would be so much easier if I could see his true face.
He does not attempt to attack me, yet welcomes my attacks. I strike quickly with a fury of punches, all of which are dodged by his quick inhuman reflexes. I get him with a roundhouse kick in the jaw and watch as he crashes into his leather recliner. He stands up and continues to look at me.
“Why are you doing this Olivia?” he asks.
Tears steadily roll down my face now. I’m not supposed to feel this way about killing evil. He saved my life though, and now my feelings are all tied in knots. I don’t know what to do, but I know what I must do.
He stands close to me now looking into my eyes with his. I shake from adrenaline and weakness. I must do this, no matter the cost.
“I am required to. I don’t have a choice,” I say.
“So this goes above you?” he asks.
“Yes, It does,” I say, tears still rolling down.
“Then I forgive you,” he says.
More tears steadily roll down my face. Why doesn’t he fight? Why does he just accept it? Now I really don’t want to do this, but every move I make is being watched. I must do what I was sent here to do. I lunge forward and thrust my fist to his chest. A bright white light encircles the room and I can’t see anything but white. I feel dust fall through my fingers and tears drip off my jaw.
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What happens when an angel that is set forth on destroying all of the vampires of the world comes across a vampire whom is trying to do good, a vampire that doesn't kill. It doesn't seem possible, and yet, she feels the truth from him. Can she gathe...