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Hi, my name is HBNR
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 | The Dark One [chapter 1 £ naked angels] |
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 4.33 with 6 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-10-24 16:35:51 |
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I wrote in first person last time, but from now on I will write in 3rd. It suits this story better. I am sorry for not updating sooner, but my life is HECTIC.
Jason- http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/Kienna_photos/g15.jpg
Ayden- http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh53/Master_O_DingleBerries/Celebs/Alex%20Pettyfer/AlexPettyfer4. jpg
One.
A pause.
Two.
Three.
Rain drops softly hit the glass window, a young teenage boy impatiently running his fingers through his dark hair. He wasn’t very happy, considering he had just caught his girlfriend of two years, Isabella, cheating on him with his best friend, Mattie. Mattie was always suspected as ga.y, but tonight, he had defiantly proved Ayden wrong.
“I’m sorry Ayden, I really didn’t mean it,” Isabella murmured; Ayden watched as her catlike hazel eyes sparkled in the darkness with earnest and honesty, and he resisted the temptation to hold her in his arms, and kiss her so gently as if she was the most delicate creature in the world. Instead, he pushed her away, running out of the apartment, and slamming his car door shut tightly.
Ayden watched her chase after him, mascara running down her cheeks, and he could tell, even from the rain, that she was crying
But he couldn’t deal with her lies anymore. So, instead, he left her standing in the rain watching as his rusty truck drove off into the distance.
He watched as lightning striked in the distance, rumbling noises of the thunder representing his anger and hatred towards the petite girl, and his best friend. Balling his fist, he slammed it against the already cracked windshield and managed to shatter it into little bits. Blood trickled down his wrist, and he winced in pain. But what he mostly felt, was numbness.
Overwhelmingly consuming numbness.
Before he could utter a sound, lights flashed before his eyes, and startled him out of his reverie. He watched, transfixed, as smoke and fire flashed before him -- all swirling up into a big ball of nothingness. And then there was a naked figure, squinting at the headlights which were disrupting it’s vision. Ayden’s eyes were glued to the males taut muscular build, hauntingly chilling brown eyes, and equally dark brown hair. He looked simply ethereal. Not of this world. And almost seemed to have a glow around him.
The man looked surprisingly calm at the situation, and slowly started walking towards Ayden’s car door. When the man reached Ayden, he wrapped his long fingers around Ayden’s wounded hand, and brought it up to his rosy lips. Ayden was going to protest, scream out for help, but he felt like he had been paralyzed and a suddenly warm and calm feeling was taking over him. When he glanced up at Ayden from the contact, Ayden could speak again.
“What…?” Ayden started to protest, but the words died on his lips. The man simply smirked, his fingers running over the smoothness of Ayden’s hand.
“Sleep,” the man, voice deep and lulling, commanded to Ayden. Ayden felt his eyes slowly closing, trying desperately to keep them open, but it was as if some unknown force was pulling him in.
And so, he slept. |
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