I woke up with my eyes still closed. I squeezed them shut tighter, telling myself that it had been a dream. I had not been kidnapped.
I opened my eyes...
And screamed.
"Hey! Calm down, kid! You're fine!" said the guy who had seconds before had his face just inches from mine, watching me.
"W-who the he-hell are you?!" I blathered.
"Take it easy," he said again. "I'm Caelin."
"Well... Caelin... Would you mind telling me... WERE THE HELL AM I?!?!"
"Hell." he said simply.
"What?"
"You are in Hell. I brought you here."
"What?! But I'm not dead! I'm 18, for godsakes!
"Yeah,well, I felt like taking some one. You were there." He grinned evilly. I decided that I hated him.
"But why?"
"I dunno, boredom?"
This infuriated me.
"Take me home, now! I dont care how bored you are! I have a family who needs me and friends who will miss me. I'm going home."
"No they wont."
"What?"
"They wont miss you. They've forgotten you ever existed."
"Wait, come again?" I said.
"Its something I can do. On Earth, you were never born. Nobody can remember you." Caelin replied.
I blinked rapidly. "But I did exist! I was born in San Fransisco! I go to
Washington High! I have a life!"
"Well, nobody can remember all that." He grinned again, as if my torture brought him the greatest joy.
I noticed what he looked like then. He was pale. He had silky black hair that was smooth as an animals pelt. His eyes were eaqualy dark; I couldnt even tell the iris from the pupil. His eyes were pure black. His face was handsome; he had a straight nose and high cheekbones.
Then I noticed another thing.
What I had before assumed were black walls were actualy a sea of soft feathers around me. They were the color of crows feathers, and they turned into different shades of colors when hit by the light.
They were conected to Caelin.
He had wings.
I started to scream again.
Caelin grabbed my shoulders as I began to shake with terror. Oh, God, I thought, He has wings. Real wings.
"Hey! Quiet!" Caelin said. "Thats really annoying! Knock it off!"
Yet still I screamed. I was in hell. I was captured by a demon. Nobody at home remembered me. I didnt exist. Oh, God, please let it be a dream...
"SHUT UP!" Cealin roared. I stopped screaming then. Tears ran down my face and I was exhausted.
"W-what are you?" I whispered.
"An Angel." he said with a smirk.
"No, you're not. Angels are kind and light and their wings are not black."
"Let me rephrase that: I am a dark angel. A servant of hell. Not a demon, but I sure as hell am not a saint."
I blinked. He had said the words with so much pride in his voice. He was happy to be evil.
"Now, Daliah, will you do what I say?" he asked.
"No." I said firmly.
"Hmm, too bad. That pretty face of yours wont be so pretty after a bit of torture."
"You're bluffing."
He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"
"Yes," I said. I didnt know how I knew, but knew that he wasnt going to hurt me.
Not physicly, at least.
"Well, pet, we'll see about that," he said. "I can get pretty nasty if you make me mad."
I noticed then that his voice was flavored with some melodic accent. It was sharp and smooth at the same time, and it seemed almost to make his voice colorful. But, since it was a part of him, I hated it.
"Well, lamb, this is your room. Feel free to do whatever you want. Just know that you are locked in, and there is no way out. I'm the only one withthe key."
He held up a small silver key, and I made a grab for it. He held it out of my reach, laughing.
"Now, now," he said. "We'll have none of that. I suggest that you behave while your here, so as not to get punished."
I glared at him.
"There are pleanty of books here, if you like reading. Charles Dickens, Mark
Twain, we have it all. Feel free to read them."
He exited the room, and I glared after him.
**Caelin**
'
I knew she loved to read.
Having watched her since she was born, I knew she had a passion for books. She wasnt a nerd, she just had a wonderful imagination. When she was younger, she used to play little games where she was a hero, or a princess, or anything that she could think of. I remembered her first imaginary friend. It had been an Angel with black eyes.
I hadnt been as good at hiding then.
But now I had her. She was my prisoner, and she could not escape. I knew, at this moment, that she was scouring her room, looking for any means of freedom. That was how she worked. How she always worked.
I chukcled at some old memories, my favorites that involved her. She was a fighter.
Still, the sight of her made me want to explode with loathing.
Foul, evil, loathsom little bitch.
Still, Daliah was beautiful. In this life, her real face showed. The face of the most beautiful thing in the depths of hell.
She had always been beautiful. For thousands of years, demons had tried and failed to court her, but only one had succed. I remembered, when I was young...
No.
Those memories were too painful. If I thought of them now, while she was so close, I would be torn apart with grief.
But she wouldnt remember. And that was good. If remembered, she would be killed for good.
And I wasnt done with her yet.
