The Deamon Angel

Chapter 4: Ash Barlow and Jane Blackthorn

I see a light, but when I open my eyes I find that I am no longer outside in the cold air. I am in a ballroom. People are everywhere, dressed in old-fashioned masquerade outfits. I am dressed the same way. I look around, knowing that if I take off my mask, someone will recognize me, and I will be in great trouble. It has been a long time since I've been here; I had been here once as a child. My wings shone brilliantly with a white-silver glow. A dance had begun, and I was eager to join. First, I danced with a man dressed like a raven- his white wings didn't match well with his all black attire. Next, I danced with a man dressed like a horse. He joked a lot, and we laughed for most of the song. When the song was over, all of the angels that had been dancing, walked over to their cliques and conversed amongst themselves. I was about to walk over to a group of Deamon angels, when I saw the most beautiful man. He was tall with brilliant red hair- not like ginger, but rather a bright red dye. He was standing by the bar, surrounded by a variety of angels in masks. He was dressed in the most fetching black suit, his wings were a slightly darker black, and matched his mask perfectly. He was wearing one of those popular half masks, but even so, he was incredibly beautiful. He had gorgeous hazel eyes, and a smile that made the room brighter each time that he smiled. His smooth ivory skin stood out from the rest of his outfit, making it hard to concentrate on just one bit of him. I walked over to the area where he was talking the other angels. He was a Deamon angel, as were three others besides myself. The others were Soul Saints, Reapers, Watch, Guardians, and one Battle angel.

The man made many jokes causing an eruption of laughter from all of the others surrounding him. Then, another song, this time a slow sweet melody, had begun. Most of the angels around the man had fled to the dance floor with their partners, leaving the man, the three Deamon angels, and the Battle angel.

"Hello," the man said cheerfully. His voice was soft, yet manly.

"Hello," I replied, shyly.

"I love your mask, where did you get it?" the man gushed," Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners, I'm Ash."

I laugh at his speedy words and reply," I'm Jane, and I made the mask."

We all laughed at that bit for a while.

"Well Jane, this is Jackson," Ash said pointing to one of his friends," and that is my brother, Damon, the short one is William," we all laughed at that," and that is Austin."

Austin was taller than the others, the shadows around him seemed to creep closer to him, as if they wanted to eat him. Austin is a Battle Angel so he is more muscular than the others. Damon is taller than I am. He is menacing and adorable at the same time. His hazel eyes looked like they could rip out someone's soul if they wanted to. When he smiled everything that made him scary, dissolved into the air, replacing it with a warm, sunny feeling. Jackson was about an inch taller than me, and had fluffy, light brown hair. He looked like a large puppy that everyone wanted to be around. He is very nice and straightforward with his manner of speaking. William was shorter than me by about five inches, and he had a smile that nearly made my mind explode. He was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. His pale skin made his dark hair and hazel eyes stand out. His eyes were warm and full of happiness. All of them had raven black wings except for Austin. His wings shine with a silvery-black glow.

We talked for several hours by the bar. After about the first two hours pass by, my favorite song was being played. The violins and cellos took a high pitch, and the basses made a sound so deep. The musicians play with a lovely precision as the notes swirl into the air. Ash walks up to me, takes my hand, and pulls me to the dance floor. I laugh as he takes my waist and hand for the slow, yet sweet, tune. He is a skilled dancer where I am mediocre at best.