WINGS

Prologue

Fallen Angel: A wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven. The term is used for angels who have sinned, angels that have been cast down to Earth in the Great war of Heaven, of Satan, Demons, or of certain Watchers.
Watchers: A term used in connection with biblical angels. Angels dispatched to Earth to watch over Humans. And soon lust over human women.

"ALICE!" He screamed.

He watched helplessly, as the women he loved burned before his very eyes. Tears fell rapidly down his face. Falling to his knees he cried out to her once more. Why? Why did she have to die like that? As the flames crackled and popped around her, he could hear her faint voice.

"I....love...you...Hoseok..."

His screams filled the darkness around him, as she crumbled into ashes before him. He knew the moment he had seen her he loved her. Even if that was in Heaven. He watched over her carefully. The longer he watched her, the more intense his feelings were for her. However, falling in love with a human was against God's wishes. After hearing word of his actions, god had cast him out to the Earth. Where he found her.

They lived happily until that night. A 'Watcher' came down to Earth, and burned her for loving a 'Fallen Angel'. However, it pained the Watcher as well to burn her. For he had grown feelings for her. Lusted for her. But if he couldn't have her than the angel couldn't have her either.

Awaking in a hot and sweaty state, Hoseok panted. Placing his hand against his forehead, he assured himself it was only a nightmare. One he's had every night since then. Her essence haunted him, and reminded him of his mistake. Looking over to his side, he noticed a lump in the blanket. Removing it slowly, he sighed. A blonde haired girl slept silently and motionless next to him. With hazy eyes he looked at his surroundings, only to find empty glass bottles everywhere.

"Must have been a fun night." He whispered to himself.

It was like this most nights. He wandered to a club, drank so much he couldn't feel the pain, and always brought home at least one girl. Placing his feet against the cold marble floor, he made his way to the washroom. The bright lights gave him an instant headache. Gazing into the mirror, he noticed a small scratch on his left shoulder. Turning his body to get a better look, he saw more scratches on his back. He scoffed, and watched as the wounds disappeared.

Running his hand through his orange hair, he wondered if any of this was worth it. He lived for centuries after...Alice...Her dark hair, light eyes, and slender figure etched into his mind for an eternity. Her soft smile as she spoke to him, the velvet tone of her voice as she whispered sweet words to him. He pained him to think about her. About how perfect she was. How helpless he was. Slamming his fist into the granite countertop. The pieces that fell to the floor echoed into the next room. He cringed as he heard rustling from his bed.

"What the fuck?! Are you all right?" She asked.

"I'm fine." He muttered.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding. We need to go to the hospital." Her voice sounded panicked.

"I said I'm fine." He said sternly. "You need to leave."

"Are you kidding me? You need stitches." She replied.

Letting out a sigh, he turned to her. The air around them began to cool as he glared at her. There was one thing he was sure of. And that was his healing abilities. However, this was the second time a human would see it. His anger began to take over as he listened to her nag about seeing a doctor. Grabbing her by the arms, he shoved her into the wall.

"I said I'm fine." He said sternly. Showing her his now healed hand, he watched as her eyes widened. Here we go.

She screamed before she fainted in his arms. Annoyed, he placed two fingers to her forehead and whispered for her to forget. Placing her back on his bed, he called for a cab. After the girl was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief. He never had that kind of reaction with Alice. He sat on the cold floor, alone with his thoughts.