Demons And Angels

Wait... wah? #2 original copy.

Bonus chapter!
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Here I stand with everyone frozen, I was scared.

"Who are you? What are you? Where are you from?"

"What are we playing, 20 questions? If so yes or no questions only."

"OK, did you freeze everyone in the room?"

"Yes, next."

While trying to conjure up a plan, he stood there and picked up a flower. Then he smelt it.

"Hmm. Even after 250 years of nothing but flower torture, they still smell nice."

"What's flower torture?" I asked a bit shakily.

"It's all in the title, they tortured me with flowers," he said bluntly.

"Oh."

Yep. This is getting odd, really fast. I couldn't help but stare at his well-sculpted face.

"What are you staring at. Your eyes are like bug-eyes, and it is freaking me out. Please. Stop. Now. Freaky. Eyes."

He has light blue eyes, a tall muscular frame (as do half of these stupid cliché books), dirty blonde hair, and basic perfect.

"I-I-I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to stare but you are also freaking me out!"

"You ramble a lot when you're scared don't ya?"

"Kinda. Its a curse." I mumbled hoping he wouldn't hear me.