Requested by Ilove_cats05 in WATTPAD, thanks for requesting this :D (I'm a secret admirer and fan of all the alternates and Six, they so cool)
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You opened your eyes wide, gasping and cold-sweating, and sat up in your bed quickly. You were awoken by your nightmares to hear yet again those sounds that have been haunting you for the past several weeks. Sounds of heavy breathing, creaking footsteps, quiet laughter and whispers.
When you first heard this, you couldn't get out of your room. You were terrified, maybe it was a home intruder, or even worse, an alternate. But whenever you trapped yourself in your room the noises stopped, as if it was trying to reassure you that there was nothing wrong with your house and you were allowed to come out.
But now, you didn't care if there was an alternate or whatever in your house, you were going to find the source of the sounds, and beat the shit out of it for making you lose sleep and stay awake for the past weeks.
You took your iPhone and turned on the flashlight, and with only a t-shirt and boxers, you slowly got out of the warm, safe blankets of your bed and out into the cold and silent air. You slowly walked to the other side of your room and opened your bedroom door. It made a loud creaking sound in the deathly silence and the dark, which you hated the most (regardless of whether someone was in your home or not). You peeked your head out, before slowly walking out on barefoot.
The hallway was dark and eerily quiet. You could tell someone was watching you, you just didn't know where. You walked further down the hall, your breath hitching. You felt a cold hand sliding on your shoulders. You shivered-
Wait. A fucking hand.
You quickly turned around, but no one was there in the dark.
After staring intensely to make out if something was there, you sighed in relief and turned around.
Face to face with an angel with elongated eyes and a wide smile.
"I love you, [Name], my little boy."
It spoke in a raspy, quiet whisper.
That thing, spoke to you.
You screamed something along the lines that you couldn't have normal shit in Mandela County, and threw your phone in his face and punched him in the stomach. The false angel staggered back, clutching his stomach, his face shifting into a beautiful male. He obviously didn't expect that to happen, but when you turned around and ran the opposite direction, you didn't expect him to knock you down to the ground. You faced the angel, his blue eyes strangely glowing in the dark. He had himself lifted over you, arms on either side of your head. Damn he was hot-uh, err, did you think that just now?? You blushed, hoping this handsome intruder didn't notice it.
"That hurt, my little child" he spoke sharply, in a staticky whisper that strangely comforted your ears. He did look a little mad though, but he still looked charming that way. Gosh... Not the right time, [Name]. "Why don't you go to sleep?"
Suddenly, your weight felt heavy, your eyelids drooped. You fought yourself to stay awake, rubbing your eyes, but the more you stared into his ocean blue eyes, you got even more tired. Days of unabling to fall asleep crashed onto you, and you failed and fell into a deep sleep from the angel's spell. Your body slumped, releasing all the tension and adrenaline in your body.
The false shepherd chuckled at the sight and got up from the awkward position. He then proceeded to lift you up, bridal style, and walked back to your bedroom. He put your sleeping form down on the mattress and pulled up the covers for you, over your shoulders. He remembered how humans could be so fragile, so weak, even against the small changes in the temperature. He had to make sure you felt more comfortable around him!
He looked at your face. How cute. He observed every line and nick, every light and shadows, every curve and flaw of your face and smiled. He spoke lovingly, as he stroked your head and cheek with one slender finger. "I will be back for you, my boy. We'll be together forever, no matter the world falls or rises. Sweet dreams."
Then he chuckled, glanced at you adoringly, hearing your soft snores. He spread his pearl white wings, folded them over himself, and teleported away, leaving a pure white feather where he used to be.
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So short I'm sorry... I mean I expected it to come out short but not this short... also I'm sorry if this isn't as good as the other fics I've written so far
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Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)
Fanfiction(Shitpost artcover by me) All Mandela Catalogue. The requests are now CLOSED, but the second part for this book is now OUT!!
