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Bump in the night ※

If Lace could do anything she ever wanted to do in the world, she would most definitely want to fly again....not that life sucked miserably without flying. She didn't need to fly to have a good time but, to see every other angel stretch their wings and take off into the sky, a sense of nostalgia would well up inside of her and sometimes, regret....
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This was just a little paragraph to kickstart the story, I'm starting it ( officially) MUCH LATER~
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And here I am again!

Lace tore through the wispy layer of cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling and scooped up all traces of dust she'd seen. She despised dirt and found herself cleaning things that shouldn't even be cleaned. Lets take her sketching pencils for example. ( And we all know that even artists like Picasso never cleaned their pencils so that was definitely not normal.)
She had just rented the apartment two weeks ago but had trouble finding somebody to help her move her furniture for her. One, her furniture wasn't made out of your ordinary wood or anything like that for that matter. Two, she didn't know how to use a phone, whether it was wireless or not. And three? She was an angel.

And not because she had a sweet, innocent personality, no ways in hell.

At one point she literally had two, huge, feathered wings that could illuminate any room. She herself couldn't even name how many colours tainted the edges of every single feather on each of her wings. Now she was merely an average human being, and she didn't like it. Not one bit. And she couldn't take off at any given moment she wanted to anymore, things weren't like what they used to be like. Now she was confined to spending all eternity on the ground.

She currently had better things to take care of, like how she was going to move the couch. It was made out of pinewood and marble. Marble, because she was an angel and every angel had his or her favourite knicks and knacks; hers was marble and architecture.

She grabbed the new broom she'd bought on a sale at some kooky department store and jammed in the couchs' armrest. She pushed it against the wall right at the back of the room, and she'd get one of those devices with moving pictures to go right in front of it.

And curtains yes, she'd need those too. Her bed was already placed against the other wall facing the couch and the kitchen counter would probably be mistaken as a junkyard if a random stranger just happened to peek in. There were about seven boxes in total, filled with antique books, sketchpads, various pencils etc. The last box, however, was decided to be kept a mystery and she'd only open it when she felt like it.

Speaking of the kitchen counter.......she hadn't cleaned it yet. She began making her way towards the kitchen, jumping and hopping over clothing items that had fallen out of her suitcase that afternoon.

She wasn't facing the door at that moment but it had been opened slightly, just a tiny fraction, but she'd heard it loud and clearly. ( What use would it be to have pointed ears for nothing? Well, as long they were hidden by her long hair.)
She spun around quickly, clutching the broom with her left hand as she used her right hand to grab the door handle. She yanked it open with full force and watched as a young boy fell onto his back and hissed in pain.

OH, it definitely wasn't a demon after her.....again.

She dropped the broom to her side and looked down at the boy rather sheepishly as he stood up. He rubbed the back of his head and looked at her. He looked as though he was around her age, however old human girls were...

" You should be more careful next time." , Lace said. She wasn't good at talking to humans just yet, not when humans like him looked this good. He had dark brown hair that stuck up at odd ends, his skin was pale and smooth and his eyes were a colour Lace couldn't name. They were shades of yellow and brown that gave off the illusion that it was flecked with gold.

Or maybe they really were?

The boy laughed. " That, is something I need to remember next time another girl moves to this floor." He had an unusual accent. It wasn't something she'd heard around London. ( Yes, our wonderful, ditzy angel is now European!)

Lace blushed profusely, running a hand through her silky blonde locks. " Uhm, yeah.....I suppose so..."

He smiled and extended his hand. She hesitantly wrapped her own hand around his and it was...surprisingly cold. She wanted to desperately pull her hand away. Not because his hand was unusually cold, but because she suspected he might have not washed his hands all day. ( And there we go again....being a clean freak.)

He chuckled, noticing the expression on her face. " What's wrong? "

" Hmm? Oh, no! Nothing...I..I'm just not used to meeting new people...."

" Heh. Then allow me to change that. I'm Ian. "

She stared blankly at his face, she felt like she was going to overheat or explode into a fit of hysterical laughter, or slam the door in his face and jump on the couch and she didn't know why. It was beginning to frustrate her greatly.

He leaned towards her face a bit. " This, is the part where you say ' Hello, my name is.....?"

She quickly snapped out of her innermost thoughts and regained her posture.

" Uhm...Hi, my name is...Lace.."

He quirked an eyebrow. " Lace? That's .. somewhat unusual. Is that a nickname...?"

What? What on earth was a nickname?

"No..why? Does it sound like one?" She decided to muster up a smile. She figured it would hide her uncertainty. She watched him fidget slightly before shaking his head.

"Nah, I mean...its unusual but...interesting y'know?" She noticed that his cheeks, even in the dim light of the hallway, were dusted in the faintest shade of pink.

"Oh...well, thanks?" She finally loosened up a bit, knowing her smile had shaken him up. She felt like she finally had the upper hand. ( Angels have rather beautiful smiles as you and I both know.)

" My pleasure...I'm probably keeping you away from whatever you're doing so I'll make it quick..do you need help with anything?"

This took her by surprise. " N-no, why?"

He smirked. " The landlady told me to tell you to keep it down, the building's asleep."

The building's asleep? Lace thought. What does that mean- OH.

"Aah, w-well no, I'm fine and.. yes I suppose I should keep it down...", she licked her lips and chewed on them slightly as she waited for him to speak.

He smirked. " Yeah well, if you need anything then I'm in the first room on the second floor 'Kay? " He shot her another one of those smiles, showing off a dimple that made Lace shiver, as he sauntered down the hallway towards the staircase going down to the second floor.

Lace nodded lamely and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob, its temperature reminding her of his unusually cold fingers around her hand. Too cold for a human....

No, Lace thought, I didn't get any weird aura around him. He is human. He has to be.

Right?

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Yayyy! Its the end of the chapter! The first one! Out of another million billion who knows! And I'm going to talk more about Lace's past in the next chapter....hopefully. But that'll depend on when I find time to update! GAAHHH I'M SO SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYY
Please forgive me, I think I'm pretty crappy at writing stories but here you go.~

~Mabelcorn ※
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