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PostSubject: Protecting the Devil's Angel    Sun Oct 24, 2010 9:21 pm



The door shook uncontrollably as Dean cowered in the corner. There was no way he was opening it... not after what he’d seen. His mind was racing & his palms were wet with sweat as tears ran down his very rosy cheeks. He heard the pattering of feet & covered his own mouth because he knew at his tender age that he had a tendency to breathe loud at times. Especially now since he jetted through the huge house & had to find a hiding spot. He was definitely out of breath. The closet was dark, but light peeked through enough for him to see shadows in his room. He backed away from the closet door as the door finally stopped shaking. His heart was still hammering against his rib cage, but he was happy they’d given up on the locked door. He heard the footsteps recede as they left the room in search of another. After a few moments of silence he crawled to the door & slowly pulled the key from the lock underneath the doorknob. He peered through the tiny keyhole to see a little of the bed & the chair in the far corner of the bedroom, but nothing more. He grabbed the doorknob as he tried to see more, but no luck. He wanted be sure he was alone before he came out. He gripped the bronze key and went to stick it in the door, but jerked back. Something was telling him to stay put. He bit his bottom lip as more tears coated his cheeks continuously and he went to peer through the hole again. The moment he did, he saw an eye stare back at him. He screamed as the person grabbed the doorknob and began to twist.
Dean crawled deeper in the closet as he gripped the bronze key in his hand. He was crying hysterically as the person pounded heavily on the door to get in. He shut his eyes tight as he held his knees tightly against his chest. He was trapped & he heard the wood on the door snapping off the hinges. He was trembling beyond belief and there was no way out. The noises suddenly ceased and it startled him. He raised his head slowly as he sniffled.
“Dean…” he heard a familiar voice call and it shocked him to his very core. He swallowed hard as he kept listening. “Dean…its mommy. Open the door.” “Mommy?” he asked relieved. “Yes baby. Now open the door.” She replied cautiously. He slowly crawled from the corned once more & stuck the key in the lock. He twisted the key & the moment the lock clicked, the door flung open. The rush of air frightened him, but there stood his mother. She grabbed him forcefully & picked him up. “Mommy where are we going?” he asked as she carried him swiftly from his room and down the hall. She didn’t say a word as they passed her bedroom and he saw blood smeared everywhere. His eyes widened in alarm as she kept going. “Mommy…” he asked as he heard running water coming from the bathroom. She pushed the door open and he saw the same guy he was running from standing there over the tub. He quivered the moment he saw him because he wasn’t just a person. Dean could see what others shouldn’t. Dean knew something wasn’t right, but he didn’t know what to do. His mother put him down and stood in the way of the exit.
“Get in the tub baby.” She ordered and he stood looking up at her. He shook his head slowly disapproving and the tall male stared over at his mother.
“Told you this wasn’t going to work.” He murmured. He was about 6’5 and wearing dark colored armor. There where holsters that held multiple blades, some small & others huge beyond words. Something a little boy should never see.
“It was worth a shot.” His mother replied staring at the huge menacing looking guy. “Grab him.” She ordered as her attention turned back to Dean. He panicked and tried to run for the door, but his mother caught him. She lifted him up with little effort, ripping his pajama top in the process.
“Stop squirming Dean.” She replied throwing him in the filled tub and water ran over, splashing to the floor. He screamed, not just because the water was hot, but because the tall male leaned over the tub and held him down.
“Mommy!!” Dean tried to scream, but ended up swallowing water as his head went under. He began to suffocate as the water entered his lungs & got sucked up like a sponge. He began thrashing & more water rippled over the side of the beat up tub. He grabbed the sides of the tub & tried to pull himself out and the moment he did, he saw his mother pull out a blade before locking eyes with him.
“Sarah hurry up.” The huge guy ordered and she gave him a menacing stare before reaching down and grabbing Dean’s wrist. Without hesitation she stuck the blade to his wrist & ran from the top of his hand down his wrist. She knew that would be more effective than going straight across the wrist itself. She watched as the blade seared his flesh & opened it, causing blood to flow out endlessly. Dean screamed from the pain, but it was never heard because his head was submerged in the steaming water. He choked as he swallowed more & pushed his way to the surface once more to see his mother. Only a blurry image to him now, as she ripped his other wrist open with the same bloody blade. Her flesh seemed to melt away & reveal a different person and just in that moment he knew he was dying. He couldn’t understand why she would hurt like that. Everything began to grow black as he felt his bloody rushing from is wounds & into the water surrounding him. He began to feel light as his body seemed to become one with the water.
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“Samuel!!” Michael shouted as he stalked through the bloody mess that was left of the tiny apartment. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw blood smeared all over the queen sized bed & his heart sank a bit. He slowly walked into the room and saw the room a total wreck. The covers were totally drenched in blood and all over the place. He tipped around the bed to see Dean’s mother sprawled in her own blood on the floor. He was taken aback by the whole gruesome scene. He knelt to her & moved the fresh blood away from her face. He took in a much needed breath and stood. He turned to leave the room and saw Sarah standing with Samuel.
“Where is he?” his voice no more than a whisper as he stared them in the eyes.
“You know what we had to do.” Sarah said and he pushed passed her down the hall to Dean’s room. He saw the covers pulled back on his bed & the closet door wide open.
“Where…is he?” he asked again knowing they were behind him. When no answer came, he turned and saw the bathroom light on. He hustled down the tiny dim hallway & heard Dean’s screams echo through the air. But they were nothing but things that had already taken place. He stopped in the doorway and saw the carnage. The tub was filled with water that was now ruby red. He could see Dean’s blood smeared on the side of the tub and floor. But there was no body.

“We carried out our orders…” “He was only a little boy.” Michael replied cutting Sarah off. “He was an abomination none the less & we carried out our orders as you ordered.”
Michael turned to them & sneered angrily as his wings began to illuminate for them to see. He was damn sure angry. Yeah, he knew the rules, but he hadn’t told them to butcher a mother & her son the way they did. Samuel smirked as he watched Michael grow livid. He loved his job with a passion. Killing “sin” was like being a kid in a playground to him and this case was no different.
“Where is his body?” Michael asked once more. He just wanted one answer that they wouldn’t give. “Before we finished the job, they came & took him.”
“They…” he stopped speechless before finishing. “…they took him? And you didn’t stop them?!”
“They have no use for him. Besides he’s as good as dead. He’s marked and was damn near dead when they grabbed him.” Sam spat angrily & he was right.
“He was six and you slit his wrist.” Michael grumbled manifesting his sword in hand & Sarah stepped back. “Your holiness we meant no wrong. We were just doing our job.”
She’d seen him wield his sword before & there was no was she was going up against him. No angel would. He was the best, trained by the Man himself.
“You’re angels….and you butchered them.” He said still standing his ground. It was taking everything in him not to kill them. Not for what’d they’d done, but how they did it. He knew there was no way to let the little boy or his mother live, but they didn’t have to die so bad.
“He saw us kill his mother…” she replied and he grimaced. “He hid…and I made myself look like her…” “Leave.” He ordered & without hesitation they did. He stood alone in the apartment & tried to gather his own thoughts. Sometimes he swore they were demons themselves.

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PostSubject: Good Work!!!   Sun Oct 24, 2010 10:10 pm

This is great stuff. Wonderful to read. Thanks for the post!!! Keep up the good work!!!


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PostSubject: Re: Protecting the Devil's Angel    Wed Oct 27, 2010 11:49 pm

Here's an update!! Twisted Evil

10 Years Later:

Cynara watched the rain drum on the car’s window shield as she stared out of her window.
“Can you stop pouting?” Deidra, her mother asked staring over at her briefly, then back at the road.
“If we go back home.” Cyn objected looking over at her mother.
“Why did you leave a book or something?” her mother asked worriedly as she parked in front of the school. “No mom. I mean home, home.” She stressed as she rolled her eyes. She inched down in her seat & pouted as she sighed. She watched the droplets roll down the windshield as her mother threw the car in park & looked over to her daughter.
“This is home Syn. Whether you like it or not, your dad wanted us out here & we’re here.”
“This is so not fair…” “Cynara…perk up. It’s your first day of school.”
“In the middle of the school year, how cool.” She scoffed mockingly as she folded her arms across her chest. She was stubborn just like her father and that made her mom chuckle.
“I’m glad my misery makes you happy mother.” She replied looking over to the school. It was so gloomy out that they could barely see anything in front of them. She watched the kids run inside from the rain, trying to get dry.

“We’ll talk after class ok? I’m not gonna be able to… ” “Pick me up. I know the drill mom.” She smiled fakely with a tiny sigh. She was definitely a good girl, a straight A student, but that was back at home. Here was different. Everything was darker…lonelier. She hoped school was different. “Ok, I wanna hear about your day later if I’m home for dinner ok?” her mother inquired & she nodded in approval. She gave her mother a quick hug and hopped out into the freezing rain. She grimaced at how cold it was out. Since they’d moved there, there hadn’t been a decent day of sun. She clutched her book bag strap tight as she hustled up the stairs & ran into the school. She pulled her hoodie off and looked around before pulling her schedule out of her pocket. She had boring homeroom now then Literature, which she loved. She looked around as saw kids laughing & playing at their lockers. She looked to her left and saw the stairs. She went over to them & hustled up without hesitation, gliding through people like a ghost, making sure not to bump into anyone. That was all she needed to start off this sucky day an enemy. Keeping to herself was a grand plan ‘til she found out what crowd was ok to chill with. After making it to the floor & searching the halls for the right class, she silently slipped to the back and sat down.
She gripped the desk and felt something grating through her fingers as she looked down. She ran her fingers a cross the engraved name that as nearly perfect. It was as if it was made that way, but she didn’t see any other names on the other desks as her eyes quickly scanned the filling room. She looked back down and settled in her seat as everyone chattered amongst themselves.
‘This is going well.’ She thought. No one had bothered her yet & that was a great thing. She reached down and unzipped her book bag to pull out a notebook to jot any notes down during homeroom. Hell, who was she kidding she was gonna jot some of her own thoughts down while the teacher took attendance. She suddenly saw a shadow engulf her as two dark boots strolled up dripping wet.
She looked up slowly to take in dark black jeans, and a black thermal shirt, that had 4 buttons. Two were undone towards the top to reveal a black t-shirt underneath. He was also wearing a 5 button down black leather jacket to top it off. The lapel was flipped up, something a cool rock star would definitely do and she was definitely not getting a “cool” vibe from him. She looked up into his face & saw he was staring at her with such irritation that her heart quickened, but she just couldn’t stop staring at him. Had she done so, she would’ve seen that the whole class was staring at them. He had dirty sand blonde hair & the saddest green eyes she’d ever saw. At the moment, they were locked on her in a menacing rage.
“You’re in my seat.” He said, through clenched teeth, in barely a whisper. His tone was angry as if she should’ve known better. She opened her mouth to speak, but he didn’t give her the chance.
“Before you say something asinine like, “I don’t see your name on it”, look down… then just get up before you really piss me off.” With that said she grabbed her things & got up without a word. There was no way she was challenging him. She had it in her right mind to apologize before he insulted her, but he didn’t give her the chance. She had noticed the name ‘Dean’, etched into the desk & now she knew how it got there. He slipped down into the seat and gripped the sides of his desk as she wavered in front of him. She finally glanced at the class and saw they were definitely murmuring about what’d just happened. ‘Way to stay under the radar the first day.’

“Hey!” a brunette haired girl replied waving her over a row in front of him.
“You can sit here.” She replied tapping the desk to the right of her as she smiled and the bell rang. She sat down quickly and sat her book bag down on the floor.
“Are you sure this seat isn’t taken?” she asked cautiously. She wasn’t about to be embarrassed twice in less than five minutes. “None of the seats are assigned. Just Dean’s.” she answered.
“Everyone knows to stay away from him. He’s…creepy.” She replied shuddering.
‘Great…’ She thought. ‘piss off the “creepy” guy of the school.’
Could her day get any worse? She bet it could. She nibbled her bottom lip as she looked down at her desk and her hair fell into her face. She brushed it behind her ear as the teacher rushed in the room, completely drenched. He was in his mid 30’s it seemed and wearing glasses with a brown sweater.
Cynara sunk in her seat as she listened to him call out names. This was gonna be a long day.
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PostSubject: Re: Protecting the Devil's Angel    Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:46 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Protecting the Devil's Angel    Thu Nov 04, 2010 6:55 am

Now that is a HOTT with 2 T's banner!!!!
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PostSubject: Re: Protecting the Devil's Angel    Thu Nov 04, 2010 11:24 pm

Enjoy!! Twisted Evil



As the class dwindled on Cynara sighed as she watched the hands on the clock tick slowly. She’d already read the lesson for today while everyone else was still going. Occasionally, the teacher would go quiet from his yammering, but not in this moment. He was talking about something he thought was relevant, but Cyn wasn’t listening. For some reason, she had the urge to look behind her…and before she realized it, her eyes were glued to him. His glare was steadied on his hands & he was damn sure concentrating hard. Even while looking down at something that obviously intrigued him, he looked evil. His wet hair was now somewhat dry & his delicate features were rigid. A wrinkle was over his brow and his mouth was tight with anger. She wished he would glance up once just so that she could see those gorgeous emerald eyes. More curiosity stung her and she finally stared down into his hand to see what he was so mesmerized by. Her jaw dropped slightly as a chill ran up her spine. There was a pencil, cupped in his hand, but that wasn’t what had thrown her for a loop. The pencil was standing straight up, with the eraser in the air. The point of the pencil was planted on the desk as it twirled slowly; making marks where it stood, but his hands weren’t touching it.

Just as she thought to turn away, his eyes shot up to her & the look he gave her shook her to the very core. She gasped as the pencil fell over & turned around in her chair to face front. Dean sat upright angrily as he gripped the sides of his desk once more. The heat of his sultry glare was burning a hole through her, but she wasn’t stupid enough to turn around. Not this time. Livvie turned & looked at her, only to see she was breathing a bit heavily in fear.
“Are you ok?” Her voice startled Cynara so much that she nearly jumped out of her seat.
“Fine.” She replied, but her voice came out shaky, something she was trying to avoid. She wanted to sound confident. The bell suddenly rang, startling her as she grabbed her things & rushed from the room. Her sneakers squealed as she hustled down the hallway and around the corner to her locker. There was no stopping her because she was not having a confrontation with the “creepy guy” of the school. She took a quick glance behind her to see he wasn’t following her. Hell, he was nowhere in sight. He wasn’t even following her and she was damn sure relieved of that. Looking down at her schedule, she saw her locker number scribbled on the side. With just her luck, it so happened to be three lockers down. With her locker insight, she scrambled over to it. She didn’t want to be late for any class on her first day. The warning bell rang as she placed her books into her locker and slammed it. Some part of her thought she’d see Dean standing there with a menacing stare, like a good book she’d read, but no. Everyone was hustling to class as others stood around talking as any school would have. She took off to her class without hesitation.
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“One day down…a billion more to go.” Cynara replied sarcastically as she walked quickly through the empty “park”. To be honest, it wasn’t a park, but it was a short cut to her house that she’d discovered during the weekend they moved. It led right to her huge yard. She liked to think of it as a park to ease the fear rippling through her as she walked alone. The leaves crunched and squished at the same time as she walked over them. The fact that they were wet made it a tad slippery to walk over them. The rain had never let up and that was annoying to her because she was wet. The water was freezing as it poured over her and the fact that the wind was blowing fiercely only added to the already frigid drops. She let out a huge mouthful of air as she shivered and saw her breath in front of her. That sure indicated how cold it was getting if nothing else did. Although she had her gloves, hat, and a scarf on, she was still freezing. It made her march through the mucky woods even faster. Atleast her warm home was there waiting for he—even if she was gonna be alone. She hoped her mother was there cooking lunch while the table was already done. A tiny smile teased her lips at the thought of her father there waiting as well, reading a paper in his favorite chair. Her thoughts were instantly interrupted by a rustling she thought she heard behind her. She stopped abruptly and circled where she was. Her eyes darted in every direction, quickly scanning the area, but there was nothing but silence.

Her breathing had grown heavy as her heart raced because she hated being alone. Especially in a weird place she didn’t know. The fact that it was gloomy out and it seemed as if the no showing sun was setting only made it worse.
“C’mon Cynara, it’s just the wind…or a squirrel.” She mumbled as she gathered enough of herself to walk again. She turned back to the direction she was heading and saw a shadowy figure standing right in front of her. She screamed as she stumbled back and felt something thick behind her. Ragged breaths terrified her, until she realized they were her own. She felt the thick object behind her, only to fell the wet oak off a very thick tree. Letting off a tiny sigh relieved her until her eyes locked onto the shadowy figure that was still standing in front of her. He pushed his hoodie of to reveal his face & she trembled.
The sounds of his footsteps slowly advancing toward her made her heart nearly jump out of her chest. She was frozen with fear & couldn’t muster up the strength to move. Tremors ran through her as he stopped inches in front of her.

“Are you scared?” Dean asked, his voice was very husky and ragged. There was a tease at his lips that she spotted, even though his eyes were menacing and dead set on her. She could feel his cold breath as he spoke & all she could do was stare at him. She swallowed hard and he chuckled.
“I know you’re scared…” he said moving closer to her and she cringed as his body brushed up against her.
“I can smell it on you.” He said moving to her ear and she shut her eyes tight. Just feeling her tremble beneath him brought a full smile to his face. He backed away to see the terror in her eyes—it was just priceless. “Please…” she begged and that amused him. As the pour over her, he watched as she quivered where she stood.
“Are you going to lie to me now?” The question caught her of guard and stumped her as she watched his smile fade. “What?” She frowned inquisitive.
“You’re going to beg and tell me you didn’t see anything right?” he said a bit peeved, but he didn’t let her answer. “You were gonna tell me you didn’t see my pencil twirling on its own on the desk right?!” he shouted and she stumbled again, tripping over the stump of the tree & falling into the mud, dropping everything.
“When you know and I know that you saw it clear as day.”
“I won’t….” “Say anything? Who’s gonna believe you anyway right? It’s not like I’m the freak of the school by any means huh?” he asked sarcastically and she could tell he was more than a little annoyed. The whispers that went around school didn’t fall on deaf ears, he knew what everyone said about him and he seemed to like it. Hell, he never responded to it & the fact it kept everyone away from him was a plus.

The tears than ran down Cynara’s cheeks were gone in an instant because the rain washed them away. As much as she wanted to beg & plead, it was adamant that there was no reason to. The person in front of her had no intent on letting her slide by. There was no way to backpedal as well to say she hadn’t seen what she in fact did see. He’d said exactly what she’d saw.
“I…I…” “You saw it. Your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.”
Her eyes stayed glued to him as he hovered over her.
“I can do stuff like this—“ he said forming his hands into a ball and the raindrops that were falling hovered there as if an invisible force field held every pelt in place. Cynara’s eyes widened in fear as her jaw dropped a tad. The color of his eyes had now changed to a deep ruby red. He raised his hands as he drew the ball of rain back. He was now in a position to throw the thing straight at her. The fear that kept her frozen in place needed its ass kicked, because although her mind screamed to run, her body was numb. Without hesitation he chucked it at her. The way the thing was flying at her, she knew it would slam dead in face & hurt like hell. She shut her eyes tightly as she clenched the moist dirt beneath her.

After a moment she peeked because nothing happened. The ball of rain was hovering there and she could see the tiny drops inside floating around. It was intriguing & amazing at the same time. The fear she felt was very real, but so was her curiosity. She slowly stretched to reach for it, but glanced at Dean. He was staring at her with the most peculiar look on his face. She drew her hand back quickly as he opened his hands and the rain he’d collected hovered there as he smiled before looking at her. After a few seconds, the rain fell to the ground and she watched as he stalked over and knelt to her eye level.
“If you ever tell anyone…” “I swear I won’t say a thing!!” she shouted cutting him off. After seeing what she did she knew better. Hell, she wasn’t stupid—she was taught better than that.
With that, he stood up and she knew that was her exit. After grabbing her things, she ran on her wobbly legs towards her house. The rain hammered her in the face & her heart was racing, but she wasn’t turning back to look. She could hear the swishing of her feet hitting the wet dirt beneath her as she darted through the trees. It seemed as though her house had been miles away, but in reality she was now in her yard. Just seeing her huge house made her feel a bit at ease. It was like he was out there counting, but she’d made it to base. As if they were playing a deadly game of catch. She ran up her back porch and prayed her parents were home because she didn’t want to be alone. After fumbling around in her pocket, she finally pulled out her house keys & shakily stuck the key in the lock before opening her door. She slipped off her muddy sneakers & dropped her book bag before running through the empty kitchen into the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks to realize she was alone. Her parents weren’t there. There was no hot meal waiting, no nothing. The house was warm, but empty as always.
Who was supposed to keep her safe?

“You were supposed to kill her, not tell her your secret.” Ayla replied slithering up behind Dean as he stood in the cold wet woods.
“She won’t say anything.” “Alastair won’t be pleased to hear what you did.”
Dean whipped around to see Ayla standing there. Her dark black hair was drenched and her yellowish eyes were glowing as she stared him dead in the eyes. That was the last thing he need right now. Her telling what he did. He would be in deep trouble if she did & she knew it.
“You wouldn’t do that to me would you Alya?” he asked glaring at her & a smiled teased her lips. He knew she liked making threats just to hold things over his head. She was like an annoying sister he wished he’s never had.
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PostSubject: Good Job!!!   Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:36 am

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