This is a short story. There will be about 3 to 4 parts. It's for an activity for a writing club I'm in! So, I hope you enjoy! :)
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Taemin stood in the subway station, waiting for the train to arrive. It was bustling with people, but Taemin didn't notice, he was too busy focusing on this mysterious person he was going to meet. When the train arrived, he got on and sat down in a secluded area of the car. He didn't want to be bothered by people. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
"He was suddenly falling, falling down through the air. "Taemin, TAEMIN!!!" He heard someone yelling his name. The voice sounded familiar to him, but he didn't know who it was. He reached his hands out, trying to find whomever was calling him. He saw someone reaching towards him, and he tried to grab his hand. But before he could, he hit the ground."
Taemin jerked awake, looking around confusedly. He was on the train. He wasn't falling through the air, he was safe. He shook his head, he always seemed to have these weird dreams. He hoped that this mysterious person could explain them to him. When his stop came, he got off and headed towards the address that was sent to him. When he arrived, it was a big old brick mansion, from the 19th century, during the Victorian period.
"How did I know that?" Taemin wondered, as he walked up the walkway to the front door.
Before he could even knock, it opened, revealing a grisly old man. "Hello Taemin." He said. Standing to the side so he could enter.
"How did you know my name?" Taemin asked, suspiciously. The old man smiled.
"I know who you are. I've been tasked with keeping an eye on you and your friends." He said. Taemin shook his head.
"I don't have friends." He said, crossing his arms. The man smiled.
"You do, you just don't remember them." He stated. Taemin rolled his eyes.
"Who are you? And how do you know so much about me?" Taemin asked, annoyed and tired of the riddles. The man smiled again.
"I am Malachi." He said, as he lead Taemin into a big sitting room. "I'd like you to meet someone. This is Jonghyun."
When Taemin saw Jonghyun, he stared at him. It was the man in his dream. He could tell that Jonghyun recognized him too.
"Where did you come from?" Taemin asked, surprised.
"That's what I'm wondering about you!" Jonghyun replied, confused. Malachi smiled.
"You two are very special. Have a seat and I will explain everything to you." He said, seating himself in an old armchair. Taemin and Jonghyun sat on the couch, one on each end. Taemin was weirded out, he recognized Jonghyun and felt like he knew him, he just didn't remember how. He could tell that Jonghyun felt the same way. He turned his attention to Malachi when he started to speak.
"You two have a long, slightly complicated history. But first, you must know. There are three more of you!" He said.
"The way you say that, you make us sound like an endangered species of animal." Jonghyun said, sounding slightly offended.
"Endangered, you are. In a way. Animals, you are not. You, and your friends, are whats left of the Guardian Angels" Malachi said.
"Excuse me, what?" Taemin asked, shocked and confused. Jonghyun didn't say anything, he just looked dumbfounded.
"You were once in a great army of angels, the Guardians. But then an evil vampire named Kaine destroyed everyone. You and your friends are what's left. You have been hiding from him in plain sight." Malachi explained. "You've lived multiple lives throughout earth's history. But now, Kaine is on the move, and it's time for you to wake up." As he said this, he held up a crystal. White light burst from it and surrounded Taemin and Jonghyun.
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Rachels' Book Of Short Stories
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThis is where I'll be putting a lot of short stories. Each story will have it's own set of characters and plots. I hope you enjoy!! 🙂 Even though there is fanfiction stories in here, the stories and plotlines are my original work. Please do not co...