Capri, a museum curator who lived her whole life drowning in her nightmares never struggled to be happy. In fact, Capri was always happy despite her tedious struggles. She never failed to be kind. Everyone who met her said she was an angel. The joyf...
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I looked at the girl before me as she thanked me for saving her. Ever since my mother died I had a weakness for evil men who lured women into alley ways. Ever since she told me about what happened to her, what my father did to her, I hated men who took advantage of women that way. Since I was sixteen I had lurked around the city at night, slaughtering men who tried to rape innocent girls. Though I was a demon, I was happy that I killed evil men rather than good people. At least I wasn't completely a monster, I was just sinking into darkness.
A week ago I had been perched up upon a building, my favorite spot to view the city. A beautiful brunette caught my eye as she walked down the street alone in a dress that fitted her body perfectly. When I spotted her it felt like my heart stopped. I got an odd feeling when I looked at her, a peacefulness that I hadn't felt since before I knew about my dark side. For a second I forgot about the darkness inside me, feeling completely human for a moment until I snapped out of my thoughts. The girl was completely glowing. She had to be an angel. I had seen many angels before, angels that disguised themselves as humans in order to bless people here on earth, but this girl was far more beautiful than any angel I had ever met.
All of a sudden I saw a man grab her, dragging her into an alley. I pulled my hood over my head, drawing my knife from my back as I climbed down from the roof and stepped into the alleyway. I felt myself growing angry, unable to control my temper. Self control was something that I lacked at times.
The man had the girl up against the brick wall, seconds away from assaulting her. When he saw me move toward him he let go of the girl, stepping back in fear when he saw my glowing eyes under my hood. I was happy he was scared.
"You're a monster!" The man whined in fear. I was a monster. I then realized that I couldn't slaughter this man in front of the girl so I lowered my knife, prepared to scare them away instead when all of a sudden the girl warned me of a man approaching from behind.
Quickly I turned around, slicing my knife through the man's stomach. The man was shocked, holding his wound before him and his friends scurried away.
After they turned the corner I looked at the girl, scanning her over for wounds but she looked unharmed. I finally got a look at her from close up, concluding to myself that she really was an angel. Was she the angel that could save me? My heart told me she was.
"Are you going to kill me?" the girl asked which made me frown from under my hood. She couldn't see my face and I knew she was probably scared of me. I didn't want her to be. I went to move closer to her when she closed her eyes, unable to look at me. So I really was a monster. I stopped moving towards her, taking a few steps back instead. Even if she was the angel my mother told me about, I was still a monster. She couldn't save me. I was darkness.
I turned, quickly using the fire escape to climb up the building so I could get away from her. Once I was on the top of the building I watched from above, making sure that the girl got to her home safely. For some reason I felt the need to protect her.
