*Hound's POV*
My eyes landed upon a beautiful stranger laying on my elder bro's bed... Trying not to get the wrong idea, I immediately snapped my gaze to my brother. He was ready to strangle someone that wasn't me for once.
"Not a word to mother." Hollow spoke without turning his head to stare me down. I couldn't tell mother anyways for a good reason: mother would have both of our behinds hanging on the mantle.
"Got it." I said lazily while plopping myself carefully next to the pretty lady. She seemed a little tense and shy as she scooted weakly away from me. Hollow let out an exasperated sigh as he closed the bedroom door as quietly as possible.
"Hi, nice to meet you I'm Hound!" I gave a fanged smile to try to ease her nerves, I think the fangs only scared her more. She gave a glance to my brother who shrugged his shoulders as he pulled out a hard covered book and situated himself on the bean bag couch by the foot of the bed.
"Nice too meet you too...I'm Spring." Her angelic voice was soft as she responded to my overly friendly nature quietly. Then my eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and my jaw dropped to the floor as I realized who she was.
"Wait! Spring as the Spring?! The controller of the third season?! Youngest of all the seasons?!" I couldn't help but explode in excitement. She seemed pleased that I knew who she was.
"Well, yes in fact. Watch." She twirled her pale fingers as a faint glow made a thin wisps of blue around her small digits. My eyes sparkled in wonder as she made a single pale pink rose out of thin air, pink was my favorite color.
"Here, take it." Spring pressed the delicate flower in my grasp, I gave her a grateful fanged smile. Spring nervously gave me a small meek grin in return. This angel isn't so bad afterall.
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Fly Away
ParanormalShe simply wanted to be like everyone else. They all could spread their wings and glide in the warm glow of heaven with ease. But what happens when her wings bring her to the gates of hell? I guess not all of us are meant to soar