Angel
I knew from the start that it was okay to trust him. After all, he’d saved my sister, hadn’t he? And his father… Well, let’s say that I’ve heard heroics run in his family. It's a bit strange, having the men in one family repeatedly save the women in another.
It’s as if fate has something against our families. A man in one family saves a woman, and she dies shortly thereafter, and then falls in love with her sister. You confused yet? If not, allow me to continue.
It’s almost always the same family, with a different last name. It’s beyond bizarre, even from my standpoint. I’ve been, not only briefed, but religiously schooled in this sort of family legend. How is this possible that I could be the girl?
But then again, I might not be. I have another sister, two years younger than myself, that he could still fall for. Amanda is fifteen, with long dark hair and blue eyes. Dark hair and blue eyes? What’s to hate for that? She’s completely sweet and popular. Everyone – except me – loves her.
When he took my hand, I suppressed a school-girl-style giggle. Did this mean he was falling for me?
All of a sudden, I was ripped away from him. I felt something close around my waist, and I was being pulled backwards. I screamed, reaching my hand for him, trying to grab something to hold on to.
I felt something cover my mouth. It felt like a hand, so I pulled back my lips and bit down hard. I heard someone yell, “Ow!” and knew I hit a target. The hand pulled away, only to turn me around and slap my face, then covered my mouth again. The man -I'm assuming it was a man- pulled me against his chest.
I kicked back hard behind me, feeling my foot connect. Suddenly my other foot went out from beneath me, and I fell to the ground, hard, on my backside. Something hit me hard over the head, and my vision blacked out. I could still hear, and feel, and smell, but I lost the sense I most depended on.
I wanted to cry, hearing footsteps fade away. My back was against a tree, I couldn’t see, and my ankle hurt like hell. What had just happened? I suppose I might never know.
Then, suddenly, I did. I had the horrible thought that I was never supposed to be the princess in the legend. My father was controlling me now, just like he always did. Since the wolf attack, we've known that the Roth and Black family have strong ties to each other. It's no coincidence that Trevor was the one to save Achlys, or that we live so close to each other.
I suddenly hated Amanda again, knowing that she'd be the one to be with Trevor. I started to cry, then, at the thought of the beautiful boy going out with my perfect sister. My vision was not only gone, but I cried so hard that I couldn't hear.
