City Of Angels

Prologue

I opened my eyes to a sunlit living room of an old country house. I had no idea why I was slumping on the floor, why I was here in the first place. I had been in the church just a while ago.

The smell of apple and cinnamon pie intoxicated my nose, making my stomach rumble. A slow, sweet humming was coming from the kitchen. I tried to get up but I couldn't move my legs. I gritted my teeth as I heard a set of footsteps approaching  the living room and the humming getting louder each second that passed.

I waited until the person appeared from the kitchen...

Her eyes widened at me...

She dropped the pie that she was holding, some bits of it came flying on the floor in different directions  but it stayed still on the pan.

And then she screamed.

My breath hitched from seeing her as well, my eyes widening in return.

She had eyes all over her face that made all the hair in my arms stand and wings as dark as the night itself that came as low as the back of her knees. A cream coloured apron was draped over a blue dress that suited her dark skin. She would have looked beautiful if not for the unusual amount of  her eyes. Is there a costume party going on here? I doubted it for a second when all of her eyes blinked at me.

"How did you get here?!" She asked. Her voice was sharp but smooth.

"I-I'm sorry but I don't know either." I answered, trying to be as genuine as possible. "I'm not here to steal or anything like that, I don't really know how I got here..." She just stared at me as I stayed on the floor in an awkward position. "Uhm... I need a little help, I can't get up..." I explained, wincing a bit.

"Okay, okay." She walked towards me and kneeled removing her oven gloves. She held me by the shoulders with careful hands and helped me stand. My knees were still shaking, as if I walked a thousand miles. She tightened her grip when I was about to fall. We walked towards the couch. I mumbled a 'thank you'.

"You're not supposed to be here." She said. I looked at her and she was frowning.

"Hey I'm telling the truth, I'm not here to steal-"

"I know." She said cutting me off.

"You know?" I asked, sitting on the couch at last. She didn't answer and sat next to me.

"Who did that make up? That looks insanely real." The girl smiled.

"This is not make-up." She said, flashing all her white sharp teeth. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"This is real." She uttered. "I am a mal'ak, everyone here is." She pronounced the word in a way that I couldn't decipher. It seemed to be in a language that I wasn't familiar of.

"You are what?" I asked. Is she messing with me?

I stared at her as I waited for a reply. All of her pupils dilated at me. She blinked at once as if to prove that they were real.

"Your kind calls us angels."