As soon as I wake up the next morning I put everything away and pack up the things I can take home. I throw the strap of my duffel bag around my torso and secure it to my body again. Without looking back I take flight out of the cave opening and scale the cliff side. Glad to see my car left exactly as I left it I lower the roof and hop in. In no time I am pulling up to the curb of my home. I pull in behind a car that is parked in my usual spot and climb out of my convertible. Leaving behind the duffel bag I make my way into the house. As soon as I open the door I call out for my dad.
"In the family room Nilea." I walk to the family room stopping in the kitchen to grab an apple to snack on, in the kitchen window I catch a glimpse of myself. My shoulder length raven hair is pulled back in a messy bun showing my sandy skin covered with dried blood and dirt. The color of my hair still glinting in the light showing off the dark emeralds and purples, just like the feathers of a raven. My mother always told me my hair was my best feature, besides my eyes. I raise my chin and flinch when I see the puncture marks from the reapers teeth. Dried blood coming from each of the wounds. Shaking off my reflection I shine my apple on my shirt and walk out of the kitchen towards the family room.
"Is someone here? There's a car in my spot?" I walk into the doorway of the family room as dad responds.
"Yes, this is my friend, Darren."
"Hello." A smooth and deep voice that has an accent I can't quite place hits me with a friendly tone. I look up at the man standing next to the fireplace. His sheer size throws me off for a moment as I look at my dad who is sitting on the couch. He is obviously muscular and at least 6'2". He looks like he could be mistaken for Bigfoot if you saw him wandering in the forests at night.
"Hi." I manage to respond. I walk to the edge of the couch and sit on the arm while taking a bite of the apple I grabbed. Darren and my father look at me with mild concern from my appearance.
"Nilea, are you okay?" my dad asks.
"Never better." I smile gently at him.
"Okay, well Hun, Darren is a rogue Vampire." I nod while chewing on my apple. As my father introduces me to Darren I catch his eyes. They are a stormy gray, and despite his calm demeanor I can see the pain and untold horrors residing in them.
I swallow the bite I took and add to my father's introduction, "My friends normally call me Ni, despite the fact that dad has introduced me as Nilea." I smile friendly at Darren.
"Well my friends normally refer to me as Shadow, despite Markus introducing me as Darren." I take another bite of my apple nodding. Overall Darren seems nice enough but all that black clothing has really pushed me towards the suspicious side. I tend to wear more neutral pastels rather than dark hues. Who am I to say who wears what though? However it looks odd with his short dusty blonde hair. While I ponder on how I feel about this man being in my house they continue with their conversation. A few minutes later I feel a sense of protection as a gentle hand is placed on the small of my back.
"Glad to see you listened to me." Michael whispers into my ear. I roll my eyes as Michael continues looking at my father. "Hey, Mark."
"Hello Michael." My dad pauses and motions towards Darren. "Michael, this is an old friend of mine, Darren."
"Or as Darren is called by his friends, Shadow." I mentally tell Michael. Michael nods at Darren.
"Darren this is Nilea's Guardian, Michael." Darren nods back at Michael.
"Darren is a rogue Vampire." I inform Michael.
"You're a rouge?" Michael asks Darren instantly after I inform him.
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Of Angel Descent
ParanormalCompleted After losing her first Guardian, Nilea, had a bout with introverted depression. After her new Guardian finally opens himself up to her, she is targeted by an unknown pursuer who wants her for her rare trait. Silver Wings.
