Dark Angel (Completed)

Who Are You?

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My brain was awake even before my eyes opened.

I groaned softly as my head pounded against my skull painfully. I kept my eyes closed and I steadied my breathing.

Since I couldn't see, I focused on my other senses. Hearing, there was nothing to hear. Maybe just my breathing. Tasting, there were faint traces of blood in my mouth. Touching, my hands were bound by rope and I was sitting in a metallic chair. Sight, I opened my eyes and saw nothing. I was clearly in a room with no light whatsoever.

My body started shivering and I realized I was momentarily numb because in a full 5 seconds I went from nothing to freezing. I was either in a huge freezer or I was dead. I desperately did not want it to be the latter.

Then I focused on the smell. There was an anxious feeling deep inside of me and it nagged at me. I closed my eyes to focus on breathing and I smelled the room the intently.

My eyes shut wide open as I realized what I smelled. The room smelled like blood. Slightly freaked out I moved from my chair trying to find a flaw in the rope. But there was none. I was tied up good.

"There is no use in trying to escape, you know." A deep voice murmured. "You will not get out no matter how hard you try."

I jumped at the voice and I turned my head to the direction of the voice. It was too dark to see and I growled lowly.

"How are you?" The voice started getting closer and I shivered. A light flicked on behind me and I gave a breath of relief when I could finally see again. More or less.

"Who are you?" I ignored his earlier question and focused on getting answers.

He said nothing and my eyes widened when he got closer. To say he was gorgeous was an understatement. His face was guarded and cold. My eyes narrowed when he didn't say anything. "Who are you."

Dread filled me as I realized I may never leave this place. I will never see my dad or my mom. I won't ever see Ben again, annoying as he is. I won't see my car or the studio or even the friends I made at school. I would never talk to Stark again and I wouldn't see Raz.

His face softened and I was momentarily shell shocked. He was so beautiful. "My name is Luc." He muttered softly. Cobalt blue eyes looked at me and I gulped softly. Those eyes had the power to control me. Beautiful, mysterious, and mesmerizing.

"What am I doing here?" I looked at him but not in the eyes. They seemed so sad and old and.... beautiful.

"I am not the one who took you, Isabelle." He said softly. "No one knows I am here. I am not the responsible for you being bound to a chair." He replied bitterly. He crouched down in front of me and I was breathless.

He looked to be about 20 years old. Golden brown skin, a handsome face with beautiful long black hair. It wasn't really long but it was long enough to touch his shoulders if it wasn't so curly. I usually didn't like long curly hair but on him it was perfect.

I was screwed.

I gulped again. "Then who is?"

He ignored my question and inspected me. "Are you hurt?" His face showed deep concern and my heart fluttered. A stampede of butterflies erupted in my stomach and I mentally kicked myself for being so weak against gorgeous men. First Raz and now Luc.

My eyes widened when I thought of Raz. Where was he? Was he looking for me? I hoped he was okay and that he wasn't hurt. I missed him. His brown hair, his smile and his golden eyes.

Breathtaking blue eyes looked at me with genuine curiosity and all thoughts of Raz and his golden eyes left my mind. My head started pounding again and I closed my eyes. "My head." I whispered softly. He seemed to understand what I meant because I could feel him move behind me. Smooth fingers massaged my head, looking for any cuts or wounds.

I hissed when his thumb pressed against the part that hurt most.

I could feel the anger radiating off of him. It was dangerous and tangible and something in me thrived at his anger against the person who hurt me. His fingers massaged me softly and I could feel myself getting tired. Then suddenly the pounding stopped and I opened my eyes to look at him.

His head was cocked to the side and he looked intently at a wall. He looked so beautifully doing the most smallest thing. His eyes narrowed suddenly and he looked at me. He crouched down in front of me and he looked regretful. "I am sorry for doing this to you. I have to leave. No matter what they do to you, stay strong." He lifted a hand and ran his thumb against my cheekbone. "I will come back. I give you my oath."

"Why can't you let me go?" I said frustrated and confused.

He looked away like it pained him to see me. "Your wrists are tied to rope that is enchanted. If I touch, I burn and I make you burn too. I do not want you to writhe in agony so I will have to leave it alone. Be strong for me please." He muttered. A white light pulsed in the corner of my eye and as it grew bigger i was behind blinded. After the white light vanished I could feel Luc's presence gone. And so was all the light from the room.

After a few minutes I blew out a breath of frustration. What did Luc mean when he said the rope was enchanted and that he would burn? Why did I always get into these messes. It made no sense.

My face burned when I remembered the way Luc touched me. His lips looked so tempting. Full lips that had a natural pout. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him....

I mentally slapped myself. He was a damn stranger! I met him a few hours ago and I was already fantasizing about kissing him.

This didn't even happen when I met Raz and he was gorgeous too.

But Luc was beautiful. Not in a girly way, nothing about him seemed girly. He looked so young but when I looked into his eyes I could see sadness, regret and years worth of pain. Behind that distant demeanor he was in pain. Maybe that's why he looked so sad.

He hid behind a disguise and he was alone. I could sense that much.

And why did I feel so... amazing when he was angry? He was angry about me being hurt, that's why. But why would he care? Who was he? If I ever saw him again, I would have to ask him. Or try to weasel the answers out of him.

Exhausted from overthinking things, I closed my eyes and took a short nap. I was finally slightly relaxed but of course it didn't last long.

I flinched when I heard the door open to wherever the hell I was. I slightly turned my head behind me and I could make out a bright flashlight shining in my direction.

I held my breath when I saw the girl I saved earlier. She was pretty, strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, short but strong. She looked at me and sneered. "Well well, what do we have here?"she smirked wickedly. "Isabel Cipriano." She said my name. Her voice was filled with venom and so much hatred. Towards me.

Well damn.

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