Nephilim (Book One in Angels, Gods & Demons series)

3. What an odd name

Dirty blonde short hair, broad shoulders, muscular back, fine round ass and strong muscular legs, all that covered up in what seemed like a navy blue police uniform.

Wow...who is this guy?

"Arrest me officer, I've been a very bad girl!" One of the girls shouted from behind me, creating a ruckus all around us, students in the doorway and also the ones already seated in class bursting in a fit of laughter.

"Who said that?" Ms. Kelley's high pitched voice barked out highly annoyed, both she and the guy turning to look straight at me.

My eyes widened, quickly shaking my head as I silently tried to say it wasn't me, suddenly freezing in my spot once his eyes landed on me.

Ocean blue...

The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my whole life were now staring right back into mine, digging deep straight into my soul, sending an oddly pleasant vibe.

"Miss Summers, right on time.
We were expecting you," Ms. Kelley stated, crossing her arms.

What? What for? I don't recall doing anything wrong...

"You were?" I asked, staring at her, utterly confused.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, officer..." She paused, clearly yet unaware of his name, soon enough to be quickly followed by his answer,

"Azrael."

Her eyebrows shot up, her gaze quickly shifting to him for a brief moment, obviously taken aback by that answer just as much as I was.

Azrael? Seriously? What kind of name was that?

"Right, officer Azrael and I," She started speaking again, putting an emphasis on his name, only to suddenly close her mouth again as she looked somewhere past me.

"Shouldn't you girls be attending your own classes by now?" She suddenly asked, a deep frown marring her features as she stared at the annoying flock of females behind me.
And without even bothering to listen further to their meaningless rants she hurried past me, slamming the door shut in their faces, then strode back to her desk, right next to the "officer Azrael" guy.

"Now, where were we?" She started speaking again, noticing how his burning eyes never left my face as she did so.
"Ah yes, as I was saying, officer Azrael and I, we were just talking about your relationship with the victim-"

"Relationship? What relationship? I'm not in any relationship with anyone!" I cut her off mid-sentence, throwing her a baffled look.

What the hell was she talking about?

I haven't gotten anywhere near a boy in years!
Not that I didn't want to, but my idiot of a brother like he always is, just likes too much to scare them off.

"Mitch Davies...does that name ring a bell?" She then said with a raised brow, expectantly looking at me.

Wait, Mitch is the victim?

Anyway, yeah, that name does ring a bell, but the diference is that he wasn't anywhere near my boyfriend, or anything like that. In fact, he was actually working with my brother...

So...obviously, I can't say anything about that, so here comes the excuse,

"It does ring a bell, but we didn't have any relationship! We just...barely knew each other," I explained, hoping they'll buy it and leave me alone, but the frown creasing her features as soon as I answered was telling me otherwise.

"Well, in case you didn't know -besides the teachers- you are the only one who actually ever interacted with him...so..."

What? Shit! Shit! Damn you Mitch, and your non-existent social life!

"So?" I innocently replied, inviting her to speak further, even though I definitely knew where this conversation was leading.

"So, I'm afraid you'll have to follow officer Azrael here. He has some questions for you."

Of course he does.

Too bad I already knew my lesson.

"Sure," I shrugged, acting as casual as possible.

He carefully studied me for a couple of moments, right before he moved from his spot and strode past me, straight towards the door.

"Follow me," His deep voice rang from behind me, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Without saying a word, I obeyed his command and exited the classroom, following him down the hallway.

Struggling to keep up with his long strides I increased my pace, running after him like a lost puppy, totally unaware when he had suddenly stopped, my forehead accidentally colliding with his back.

"S-sorry..." I stuttered, taking a step back, noticing he didn't even bother to turn around and look at me, let alone say something.

Well yeah, judging by his huge bulky frame compared to my much smaller, fragile one I bet he barely even felt me...

He opened a door and entered an empty classroom, waiting for me to follow, closing the door behind me afterwards.

I chose to remain standing to my spot while he strode towards the teacher's desk and leaned against it, crossing his bare arms, his bulging muscles now looking even bigger.

Desperate to keep him distracted from asking me questions I wasn't allowed to answer, I found myself asking the one thing that kept popping in my head.

"Is your name really Azrael? Or is it a nickname or something?"

"Yes, that is really my name," Came his answer shortly after my question, looking at me rather bored already.

"Really? As in 'the angel of death' Azrael?" I jokingly asked, unconsciously escaping a small giggle.

Noticing how his body suddenly stiffened, accompanied by a deep frown now creasing his beautiful features, my smile suddenly went down, instantly regretting those words.

Uh oh...I think I've touched a nerve...

Just as I finished that sentence in my head, he was already standing right in front of me, only inches from my body, his evil glare burning holes in my skull.

"How do you know about that?"

Is this guy for real?

"F-from the Bible, like everybody else on this planet?" I stuttered unsure, the coldness in his deep blue irises suddenly switching into something I couldn't quite decipher, until I noticed how his gaze slowly went down so I followed the action, gasping in embarrasment once I realized what I was doing.

My hand was firmly clutched on his forearm, my nails digging in his soft, barely tanned skin.

"I-I'm s-so sorry!" I stuttered, quickly removing my hand from his arm like it was on fire.

He blankly stared at my face for a couple of moments, seemingly shocked, right before his gaze went down again, his huge palms gently cupping my much smaller ones, sending oddly pleasant, warm vibes travelling throughout my entire body.

What the fuck is he doing?

"Dude, what are you-"

I suddenly stopped talking, watching how he slowly, hesitantly lifted my palms and placed them either side of his face, closing his eyes for a brief moment, deeply exhaling.

"Hey, dude, are you ok?" I tried to be nice, even though he was definitely freaking me out already.
His eyelids suddenly flew open, that deep blue visibly darkening by the second, right before he quickly stormed past me, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving me standing in there all alone, utterly shocked.

What the fuck was that?

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