Blaire's Possesive Fallen Angel

Prologue

I don't know where I'm going. I don't know why I can't seem to stop walking. I just follow my feet. Locked in a trance, unable to focus on anything but the need to go.

Soon, I arrive at a house, it's nothing special, a plain yard, no toys, no decorations, not even a mailbox. I walk around the perimeter of the house, and nothing seems off...

But then, as I force myself to turn away from the ordinary house, I hear something shatter. Then a scream, followed by crying. I stop in my tracks, my feet yearning to run toward the door, my body being pulled by an invisible string.

I force myself to walk calmly to the house and stand outside the door.

"I'm sorry mommy! I didn't mean to! I promise!" A little girl begged. Her voice sweet and angelic.

"You didn't mean it? Your sorry?" A voice yelled, I assume the girl's mother.. "You wasted your food! You picky brat! Fine, if you want to be picky you won't get any food for the rest of the week until you learn how to be grateful."

I peeked into the window only to see a little girl around four or five, light reflecting off her mocha hair, face white, with the exception of the red tinge on her cheek, where I assume she was hit, and around her eyes, surley from crying. She was crumpled on the floor, with her mother standing above her. She had blonde hair and brown eyes, she looked nice enough, but then I caught the rage in her eyes. The wild, violent rage in her eyes was shocking. My heart hurt for the little girl at her mercy.

I forced my gaze three feet away from them to see a cracked bowl and not even cup's worth of dry cereal on the floor. There was hardly a mess.

I looked back to the little girl just as her mother grabbed the girl's hair, dragging her to her feet. "Go to your room!" The mother yelled before slapping the child hard enough for her nose to bleed. She released the girl, and the second she was released the girl disappeared into a hallway.

Hm...

I decided to go in, giving in to the unsettling pull in my gut, and I started to look for the little girl. While doing so I had to resist the urge to break a vase over her cruel mother's head, who was sitting in a chair calmly flipping through a magazine. As if nothing had happened. She didn't even bother to clean up the "mess" her daughter caused.

Deep breath.

I listened closely for any sounds as I walked down the hall. When I got to the end I hadn't heard her, then I heard a soft exhale, in a moment I was at the beginning of the hall again, I opened the door after putting up a wall of glamour between us and her mother.

"Hey." I said softly to the little girl, trying to keep her calm. "Is it normally like this?"

She nervously glanced out the doorway to see if her mother heard. "No."

I exhaled a sigh of relief. I looked around and realized something... this wasn't a room, this was a closet. Jesus, she's not Harry Potter. I scanned the bare walls, then looked to the floor realizing she had no bed, only a dirty sheet that obviously hadn't been washed for far too long. I looked back at the little girl with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, the same one that brought me here.

"What's it normally like?" I questioned hesitantly.

"Worse." She whispered, her head hanging low as if ashamed. My heart broke for this little girl.

I stood up and held out my hand, "Come." I said to her softly. She put her small hand in mine and walked beside me as we made our way outside. She looked around wide eyed as I grabbed a stick.

"Have you been outside before?" I asked.

She nodded. "I was locked out last month."

"Here." I said, pulling her toward the dirt. I drew a symbol in it, then had her repeat it seven times.

"What is it?" She asked, brows furrowed.

"If you ever need me, just draw this, okay?" She nodded. "Promise?" I questioned. I didn't even know her name, yet I felt sorry for her, for the pain she was going to live through. For the pain I could do almost nothing about...

"I promise." She said confidently, launching herself into my arms. I hugged her, being careful not to hurt her, then sent her back inside. Once she was safely inside her 'room', and I was about to drop the glamour, she ran back outside and yelled, "I'm Blaire."

A smile found its way onto my face. "I'm Fowler." I told her. She went back to her room and I dropped the glamour... and a vase on her mother's head.

I couldn't resist. Then I vanished.

Good luck, Blaire.