Guardian Angel

Chapter 12

When I got to the back door I carefully opened it and slipped out into the cool night air. The breezes made the trees sway and the flowers dance. The crescent moon was high in the dark sky. It must have been midnight at least. I couldn't stop to look at the beauty of the garden at night. I had to find Garren. I felt a dark presence looming over me and I could see the shadow of a man on the ground. "Garren?" I asked. But as I turned around I realized it wasn't Garren. It was the man I had saw from my window. His hair was longer and a dark shade of brown. His eyes were the same way. He smirked at me. "Well, well, well," he hissed. "What do we have here?" He began to play with my hair and I backed up. "Don't touch me," I said, "you filthy demon!" There wasn't a doubt in my mind. He was definitely a demon. I could see it in his eyes. Those dark, soulless eyes. He frowned and the next thing I new he had me by the waist. "Oh my lovely young girl," he said. "Mark always gets what he wants. And I want you." His eyes turned red and he squeezed me tighter. I could barely breathe. I quickly elbowed him in the stomach and escaped his grip. Concealed under my nightgown was a loaded gun. I keep it with me in case I have to defend myself like this. Swiftly I aimed the gun right at the demon and began to shoot. I fired three bullets and each one was a direct hit. The bullets wounded him but he was still strong. He charged after me with a knife in his grasp. I kept shooting causing him to stumble back a bit. I could tell I was weakening him. He continued to charge with his eyes red with evil and madness. Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. I stopped shooting. We both turned to see a small blonde girl. She looked about my age. She was in a simple pink dress that looked beautiful on her. Mark brushed her off. "Run along little girl," he sneered. "This doesn't concern a little weakling like you." She stood there focusing her pale green eyes first on me and then on the demon. Then she pulled out a sword and pointed it at Mark's neck. "You," she said in a small but strong voice. "You demons disgust me." Then she took a running start and jumped into the air. A beautiful pair of white wings unfolded from her back. She swooped down and slashed Mark across the chest several times. Then the demon turned to dust. The winged girl landed smoothly back on the ground. She turned to me and smiled. "Demons," she said. "They are such a pain." I looked at her wings that were still unfolded. "W-who are you?" I asked. She giggled. "I'm Andrea," she said sweetly. "And I know who you are Rylie." I just looked at her and then at her wings. "How do you know my name?" She smiled. "Oh my brother told me a lot about you." I was still confused. "Your brother?" I asked. "Who is your brother." "I am," said a deep voice from the top of a tree. I recognized the voice. "Garren?" He flew into the night sky and landed right next to me. His black wings glistening in the light of the moon. He kissed my cheek. "Hello my rose," he whispered to me. I was overjoyed to see him but I had to tell him. "Garren," I started, "the maid Laura is-" I was interrupted by him. "A demon I know. And I also know people will be patrolling the garden to try to find me." He smiled. "They will never catch me though." I looked from him to Andrea. They looked so different yet I could sense a deep brother-sister relationship. Then I noticed she didn't have black wings. "Garren why do you have black wings and Andrea has white wings?" I asked. Then I thought of another question. "Why do you even have wings?" Garren and Andrea walked me to the bench under the willow tree and we sat down. "I know you have a lot of questions," he said. "So I think it is time I tell you my story."