You are My Angel in the Dark

Chapter 4

I wake up stitches and bandages lacing parts of my body. Brooke is by my side of course. She's reading the book Jasper gave me. She's so in gaged in the book that I make her jump a little when I try to get her attention. She whacks me with the book.

"Don't don't do that!" Brooke shouts.

"Nice to see you too." I say.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore, and tired." I sit up and Brooke hands me the book.

"So I found out that the ring is a protective ring. It acts as a seal on the Ora coming from your soul."

"So it hides the Ora that attracts demons and other supernatural beings?"

"Kind of. It hides it from low to mid level demons, and high levels and you're gonna have a problem. I also found out that this demon that's connected to you, is well... the name is completely blurred out. But this asshole has been around for at least a couple hundred years." And now he's after me.

"Is there anything we should know about him?"

"I didn't know. It's either written in a language I don't understand, or written by a second grader with no hand cord nations." That's rude. We continue to read the book, or at least attempt to read it. She wasn't kidding, it looks like it was written by a 6 year old just learning how to write.

"I don't think that the book was written by a 6 year old. I think the book was sabotaged."

"DAMN DEMON!!!" All the sudden the power goes out. "Once again... DAMN DEMON!!!" The two of us walk out of the room, and start walking around the halls. It seems like there's no one else here. "Are we in some sort of alternate world?"

"I don't know. This place looks unsettling." I see dark ivy growing on the walls. I look around Brooke is no where to be found. "Brooke?" The ivy grows around my ankles and thorns dig into my skin. The demon appears in front of me. He looks pissed.

"Did you really think you can keep escaping me that easily without consequence?" he asks.

"What did you do with Brooke?!" I demand. He gives me a wicked smile.

"I think you should be more concerned about yourself." He steps closer to me. The more I try to move my feet the more the thorns dig into my ankles. Just when he's about a foot away from me, Brooke comes running through the halls. She kicks him in the face, and he goes flying.

"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HER DAMN IT!!! OR I SWEAR I'LL START THROWING KNIVES AT YOU!!" Brooke shouts.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE SO FAST?!?!" The demon asks.

"Magic." Brooke says sarcastically.

"Who are you?!?!" I demand.

"I supposed I haven't properly introduced myself yet now have I? My name is-"

"Bitch." Brooke says cutting him off.

"No!! I'm-"

"The demonic bitch." She has an interesting smile on her face.

"I'm this-close to murdering you."

"Hi, this-close to murdering you! It's nice to meet you!" Now she's just having fun with this.

"That's it! YOU'RE DEAD!!"

"SQUIRTLE USES HOLY WATER!!!" Brooke throws a bottle of holly water at him. He disappears and the vines around my ankles are gone.

"We should have gotten his name you know." I say.

"Shut up. And I was having fun. You can't say that wasn't entertaining." She's not exactly lying. The lights return to normal, but there's a bunch of blood on the floor surrounding me. "That little bitch." She pulls me to a doctor and we get my ankles stitched and bandaged. After that Brooke drags me to her dad's car (that she most likely stole.) and makes me sit in the passenger seat.

"Brooke... where does your dad get the money to buy all these expensive cars?" I ask.

"He owns some big companies. So whatever I think is pretty and he buys, I steal." Brooke responds.

"Your dad owns companies??"

"Yep."

"So that's where you get all these random things."

"Yeah. Well my parents should have seen this coming to them. They raised my poorly, so my behaviour is not going to be too nice."

"They definitely walked right into that one. Also... what did the police say about me staying at your place until I can find a suitable home?"

"I adopted you."

"So does that make us freeloaders, roommates, or sisters?"

"Bitch I'm pretty much your guardian angel!" Of course she is. I sit back and we drive back to her place. All of my things are now in my room. Like my drawings, pictures of me when I was young. There's pictures of me with my mom. I guess I take after her in many ways. She and I have same hair length, same smile, same face proportions, but I look closer, my mom's eyes are grey. And my "dad's" eyes where green. How did they get a blue eyed, brown haired daughter, from a grey eyed, red haired mother, and a black haired, green eyed father? This doesn't make sense. Am I not my mother's daughter? In a fit of confusion and disbelief, I slammed my body against the wall causing a note to be knocked out of a picture. I pick it up. The handwriting is beautiful. Nothing like my "father's" ever was.

"Dear Desman,

Though I love you, my hand is to another man. I would leave him for you if he wasn't so controlling. He hardly ever lets me leave this damn house and whenever he does, he's always right by my side. You are my angel, and the father of this child. I want them to have a bright future with you... but I know it's against the rules for the both of us. Please... if Richard finds out about that night, I want you to take this child away from this house, and keep them safe.

Love, Roselyn."

I sit there on the floor, not knowing how to interpret any of this. Roselyn... that was my mom's name. Desman... who is Desman?

"I can show you. All you have to do, is take my hand." I look up. It's the demon.

"I have one question... who are you?" I ask trying to hold back tears of disbelief.

"My name is, Draven Daggen-Heart." Draven replies. He extends his hand. If this is the only chance to learn more about myself, and who and what I really am, I'm not going to let it slip away. I take his hand, and a see nothing but a bright white light.