A girl that doesn't know about the dangers that lie ahead. That doesn't know what she really is until the day she met Michael, the man that she met only briefly the night she discovered that she might not only be human, but something else as well. S...
Once Michael left the room, my stomach growled in hunger. I sighed and looked around for some type of kitchen, or something that holds food. On the right side of the bed, I see a medium-sized blue cooler. I pad over and unclasped the sides, pull the top open, only seeing a couple of bottles of beer. But sadly, no food for my stomach to intake. I hear footfalls coming from where Michael left the room. I see him appear with a smirk on his face. He looks at me and his brows raise.
I look down and realize the cooler is still propped open with my slender hand. I quickly snatch my hand away from the cooler and turn fully towards him, giving him an innocent, blank look.
"What?"
"What we're you doing looking through my cooler?" He asks, amusement flooding his eyes.
"I-I was just looking for some food and I-"
"Shh, calm down I was just messing with you." He chuckles. "I'm about to go into town, I'll get you something while I'm out."
He walks towards a large door, stops, and says before he leaves,"Do not leave under any circumstances, got it? Because if you do I will be very pissed. I don't like giving 'demons' what they want." He gives me a stern look; eyebrows furrowed, eyes never breaking focus, and mouth in a downward line. He raises one of his brows asking a silent question.
"Fine, I'll stay. But what the hell am I supposed to do here? There absolutely nothing to do in this damn place," I glance around once again, looking at the lofts bare walls, and it's a minimum amount of furniture, reminding me of an abandoned house, "It's so... empty". I finally finish.
"I have some books upstairs you could check out. I'll see you in a bit." He lets himself out and leaves me in this desolate loft.
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Michael actually had quite a selection of books, excepts they were all classical's. I picked one and sat on the closest chair. I glanced up at the shelf again because this book did not hook me in. I looked and he also had an unusual amount of Holy Bibles, which was kind of weird. All this brings me back earlier, him talking about 'angels' and 'half breeds' along with 'demons'. All of this was just a bunch of bullshit to me. I wanted to go home and see my family, to sleep in my own bed for goodness sake! But Michael has clearly gone kooky, considering all the mumbo jumbo that came spitting from his mouth. But it did seem he had a nice side.
A slamming door interrupted my thoughts, and I immediately whipped my head towards the top of the stairs. I quickly put the book bad in its spot and tip-toed to the staircase. I heard movements below, light footfalls going across the floors.
"Where is she!" A woman's voice shrieks. I heard a male voice hissing answer,
"Shh! We'll find the half breed, you just have too shut your damn mouth for once." once it was silent again I quickly padded over to what looked like a closet. I slipped inside and closed it quietly, bringing my hand to my mouth to try to muffle my heaving breaths. My body trembles with fear. Bile quickly rising to burn my throat and I have to swallow to keep from upchucking on the oak wood floors. I hear footsteps getting closer, finally ending at the top step of the stairs. I hear a sniffing sound, a male voice murmuring.
"I can smell her scent. I know your In here half breed..." The women trails off. I see a shadow at the bottom of the door. The knob begins to twist slowly and my hand snatches it, trying to keep it from opening. But I wasn't strong enough, seeing how someone ripped it open and snatched my arm, and wrenched me from the closet. I was thrown across the hard wooden floor, at least skidding a couple of feet. I scurried backwards till I hit the wall behind me. When I looked up fully I see the man and the woman I heard earlier.
The man was tall, had broad shoulders, emerald green eyes, and strong features looking menacingly at me. The woman had bleach blonde hair, dark blue eyes, almost a navy color, and a slender build. Their intense eyes were glued to me, flashing in fascination and disgust at the same time. The man began to walk towards me and came up to grab both of my wrists in an iron grip. His face drifted towards me and he sniffed, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand tall and proud.
"Ah, you're her... the half breed you are." He murmurs. I started to try to free myself from his grip but he tightens his hold, probably causing bruises.
"We need to leave before the angel comes back." The woman rushes. I hear an engine approaching in the distance. Michael.
The man pulls me with him and the woman down the stairs, and we quickly head towards the door. But before the man could reach the handle, it is pulled open. On the other side, I see Michael. When he sees the man and the woman, his eyes turn hard, as well as his features, brows, and mouth drew into a sneer.
"Let her go and leave. Now!" Michael growls low in his throat. The command seems to cause the house to vibrate. I glance at the two beside me and see there faces pale to a sickly color and they quickly vanish, as if they were never here. At this point, I'm fucking freaking out. I slowly back away from Michael, seeing how he looks like a predator, looking for its prey. He quickly washed his face of any anger and put on a relieved one. He sighs and bends down to pick up a paper sack, which is filled with groceries. He looks me in the eyes and says,
"Are you alright?" He asks cautiously. Since I'm not able to form words I just nod my head. He sighs again, shuts the door, and looks at me again. His skeptical eyes take me in, drifting down until he sees the marks where the man held me with his vise grip. A deep vibration comes deep from his throat, forcing a growl to rush from his mouth. He quickly raises his eyes once again and locks with mine.
"I promise you, they will not put a single hand on you ever again. Damn!" He forcefully thrusted the bag down on a small end table next to the door. As he was leaving the room, I heard him murmur, "I need to call that damn witch again..."
