Devil's Angels: The Satan's Son (Book 1)

Chapter 5: Earth holds mysteries, but the good kind.

I Just wanted to say that I know the last chapter was really sad. (sorry, not sorry)  and ths one is a bit lighter and introduces a new character. Hope you enjoy to my like, two readers!! :)   ~urememberme09

        "NO!" I scream, shooting up like a bullet. I am in what looks like a graveyard, lying in too high and annoying grass. I look around, my eyes still wide. It's misty where ever I am; thick like fabric. I try to get up, but when I put my foot down, pain erupts and I gasp. My ankle has to be broken, or at least sprained horribly.  
       

        A figure appears through the mist in a blur. Shit. I think, and try to get up, but I phyiscally can't. The fall or what not shook me up worse than I thought. 

        The figure gets closer and my heart goes into my throat. I can't breathe. 

        I didn't have to worry, though. 

        He has to be atleast eighteen or so. He's skinny and frail, with a big leather jacket over him. His hair is midngiht black and cut by his ears, and poofs out a bit at the sides. His eyes are a melted chocolate color, with long eye lashes and dark shadows directly under them. He is pale, and tall: atleast 6'0. He wasn't like, BAM attractive, but there was something about him that caught my attention. 

        His face turns into a concered look. He bends down to my height so he's right infront of me. My heart, (that is still in my throat, but for a different reason.) skips a beat. 

        "Are you okey?" He asks, in an American accent. At school, we learned about Earth and its' different countries/continents. Wait........I'm on Earth?!?! I gulp. 

        I want to say something intelligent or witty, to show I'm not entirly wimpy, but this comes out: "Whatdofng." 

        The boy looks at me in a funny way, and I notice how you can clearly read his emotion in his face, and in his eyes. Stop. I scold myself in my head. You just met the dude! Do you even know his name? 

        That would be nice..........

        "Um," The boy clears his throat. "What?" 

        I cough, trying to make it seem like I had something in my breathing pipe. Actually, I wasn't sure if I was breathing. "Sorry," I reply. "I had something caught." I look up at him.

        He smiles and shows a big smile that doesn't really fit his face. "Well, now that you can speak, do you need any help?" 

        I nod, shaking the butterflies away from my stomach. "Yes, I think I did something to my ankle." The boy nods, and grabs my waist. He helps me up and sets me on a near tombstone. 

        He smiles again. "So, my name's Fabian." He states, sticking his hand out swiftly. I swallow my fit of laughter and shake his hand.

        "I'm Julian Zanderson."

        "Cool. So like, Jay-Z kinda."

        "What?" I ask, completely baffled.

        "You don't know who Jay-Z is? Have you been living under a rock?" He questions.

        "Sorta." I say, kicking a pebble with my good foot. 

        He burst into laughter that was harsh and crisp. I smiled. I had've smiled since....... I can't remember when. 

        "What are you doing in the middle of a graveyard?" He says, still laughing. He plops himself next to me and gives he a sideways glance. I blush. 

        "I fell asleep. I was at my friend's house last night and decided to take a short cut home." I lie horribly, stuttering throught the entire thing. 

        "Wow," Fabian breathes, and for a moment I think he believes me. "You're a terrible liar." 

        Now I burst out into laughter. It sounds weird, coming from me. "Oh really?" I challange.

        For the first time in forever, I feel like the girl I was suppose to be. This boy, Fabian, was bringing out a side of me I've been looking for so many years, in minutes. 

        "Yeah." he states. He picks up the rock I was kicking and chucks it. It goes a surpringly long way before we hear a huge crash, an alarm go off, a man swearing and screaming. We look at each other, both wide eyed. We begin to laugh,  but that soon stops when we see the man come tearing through the graveyard with a pitchfork in his hands. 

        "Oh damn!" Fabian yells. He grabs a part of me to support. I move as fast as I can, but he's catching up just as fast as we are going. Suddenly, Fabian gets hold of me and I'm quickly on his back, holding on for dear life. I look back at the man. For a fat, wobbily man, he's making record time. Fabian sees this, too so he speeds up. Boy, I thought I was fast. It's like his feet never touch the ground at all. I should be scared or atleast wary of being carried off my a kid I just met. But, if I really am on Earth, then I have no one. And I like Fabian.