his angel (#1)

thanks, raphael

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The door whines as it creaks open, interrupting the bleak silence.

I can't ignore the emptiness that echoes through the house, with my parents off on their usual business trip and my sister being anywhere but at home. As usual, the house is cleaned to an immaculate shine. You'd have never thought four people lived here.

It's almost the truth.

I keep a close eye out for anything ready to attack from behind and tip toe to avoid waking up any shadows that lurk in the unwanted silence.

(Or maybe it could be my imagination.)

(Or my house could be seriously haunted.)

When I reach my room, I shut the door and flip the light on, revealing no murderous ghosts after my unathletic ass.

My room is bathed in the harsh light, but it's comforting compared to the darkness that rests everywhere else in the house.

I hastily slip out of my dress, the tight fabric sticking to me and making me put muscles I haven't used in too long to work. My shoes land somewhere in the unknown of my room as I kick them off before I slide into bed, too tired to do much else.

I would worry about reality tomorrow.

Pulling my comforter up to my chin, I drift off to sleep, hoping the memories of tonight would melt away as well. I didn't want to remember Steve and his fuckboy-esque pick-up lines or his Joker grin for the rest of the night.

Forever would be pretty fucking great too.

As sleep takes over, the silence turns into white noise and everything fades into oblivion.

But not even two minutes in, a thump resonates through my room, sounding like someone just jumped into my room. Or dropped a goddamn boulder in the middle of it.

Then the realization that someone could actually be in my room hits me. Holy fücking shït.

How could someone have even gotten in? I locked all the windows, set the alarm-

Panic clawed at me and this thought becomes very real: I'm could die tonight. But I never got to meet Shawn Mendes yet! I hadn't gone skydiving before or to a Panic! At The Disco concert! I'm only eighteen! I had so much to do! I know I say I wanna die but it's partially just to fit my emo aesthetic!

In the dark, I grope around my bed for my phone, feeling a cold sweat chill my skin. The creep in my room seems to sense my panic.

"I wouldn't recommend doing that," a husky voice rumbles through the room, raising goosebumps onto my skin.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" I try not to stammer as my heart beat grows erratic.

It's probably my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajamas giving me (some semblance of) courage. Thanks, Raphael.

Fückface continues standing in the corner like a complete creep, looking like he's waiting to pounce on me like a panther eyeing its prey. I'm not getting any good vibes right now.

"Think of me as your...guardian angel," he says casually like it's no big deal.

Was this some kind of joke?

Just my luck, the one day when I'm so fucking done with the world, I have some psychopath break into my house and say he's my guardian angel.

Where is my phone when I need it?

"Looking for your phone?" He holds it in his hand mockingly, waving it at me from where he stood. It lights up as he speaks, almost taunting me of the fact that I'm completely defenseless.

How'd he get it so fast??

Maybe if I ran fast enough, I could jump out the window and yell for help.

The darkness eases into my room effortlessly and bears nothing but a silhouette to my eyes but it's enough to know that whoever was in my room could kill me before I could scream for help.

So no go on jumping out the window.

Though glimpses of his body are revealed, his face, however is still concealed by darkness. This is seriously something out of a horror movie.

I move upright, to distance myself from him; and use my body pillow as a shield. "I have a black belt in karate so I wouldn't come closer," I warn. Even though it was more like a yellow belt, but he didn't need to know that.

"I'm not here to hurt you-"

I cut him off, not wanting to hear whatever half-assed excuse he was going to come up with as some kind of pretense before turning me into a human kebab. "I don't even know you and you're in my room, my house. You could've at least knocked, you know, like a normal person." I reply, still on my knees in a defensive position. My voice wavers from the hurricane of fear roaring in me.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he repeats, his accent thickening at the end. "Just calm down."

"Wow, thank you for the fucking reassurance," I reply, irritated and distancing from fearful with each word that comes out of his mouth.

Ásshat leans against the column of the bed, barely a shadow to my eyes.

"I'm not stealing anything from your house or here to kill you. I'm your guardian angel, sent by the almighty gods to protect or help you in your times of need," he says monotonously like it was second nature. He sounds like an infomercial. "You can call me Eros. Or love crumpet. Or angel dude. Humans don't know how to call someone by their given name."

"I didn't know that was thing for serial killers to say before their next kill."

"I'm not going to kill you. Though you're making it very tempting." Was he joking right now?

"You know, you could have the decency to at least show me your face before you kill me. Common courtesy and all."

"Mystery keeps things interesting, Tessa," he says, a smile hidden in his words.

Eros, love crumpet or whatever the hell his name is- knows my name.

"How the fu- how do you know my name?"

"Like I said, I'm your guardian angel. I'm required to know these aspects about you. Among other things."

"Are you...Patch Cipriano?" I mused out loud. That could be the only explanation for this tirade.

"Who?" Confusion colors his tone. "Is that even a real person? Or a real thing?"

I continue repeating to myself that this wasn't happening.

"You are worrying for no reason," Greek Salad says, attempting to be soothing. Kinda hard to do that when you sound like you want to laugh.

"I can't just hand over my trust to you- you have to prove it, dumbass."

He laughs emptily, like he's done this a million times. "Try not to faint."

"Why would I faint?"

A well-timed light enters the room, illuminating it ever-so-slightly. I see a body- and then a back.

With wings sprouting out of them.

Now I know what he meant as I nearly get heart failure. Maybe I should've just jumped out the window and risked death.

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