Angel

Chapter 3

I grabbed my laptop, keys, and packed all of my clothes I could stuff into one bag, and hightailed it out of that town and away from my old life. I picked up my phone and called my best friend, Victoria. "Yes?" she asked.

"Tell everyone that I'm leaving and heading to a new school with a new family. Make sure everyone forgets I even exists." I said in a rush as I passed the Asesinato city limits.

"Wait, Rose what's going on?'' I ended the call. The less people knew, the better.

I drove and drove but always felt someone was following me. I always felt someone was watching me no matter where I settled. I finally felt safe when I went to a small town called Vigilante. I found an apartment and settled in the small town. I laid down and started to drift off to sleep. A blissfully comfortable sleep...

The boy smiled at me as I entered the dream and I smiled back. "Who are you?" I asked as I always did at the start of my dream. "What does it matter?" he would say each time. I was suddenly very afraid. "Sweet. What's wrong?" he said as worry and pain engulfed him as he saw it engulfing me. I started to shake. He picked me up and cradled me in his arms and I began to sob uncontrollably in the shadow of his form. I was shaking while he stroked my dark hair. "What happened?" he asked softly.

"My mom-" I started and had to stop. "My mom," I started again, "She was brutally murdered in my house. There was blood everywhere." My face was contorted into a mask of horror and dread. "What else happened? What aren't you telling me?" He asked. I had long forgot he could read me so easily. "Whoever did this, they did this to get me. They're after me." I stood up as I felt a presence come toward us. This was supposed to be my safe place. I heard laughter in the distance and suddenly my Mystery Boy was gone from my grasp.

And this was not normal. It wasn't anywhere near normal. My dream had changed. It changed for the first time in 13 years. A man stood before me. He looked every bit a demon. He looked upon me with scrutinizing eyes. He had almost no hair, black eyes, and had his gaze sat on me like weights upon my back, threatening to crush me. He wore a white shirt with a leather jacket hanging loosely on his shoulders. He had on black jeans and motorcycle boots and his mouth was set to a grim smirk. It was then that I realized why my dream had changed.

This man, I knew this man. This man was the one that killed my mother. This was the man that destroyed my home, and wanted me dead. This was an assassin, trained in hunting and killing his prey. This time, I was his prey. But this man was no ordinary man. No, not by a long shot.

This man, was my father.