The Dark Angel

The Dark Angel - My First Draft

The dry leaves crunched under her feet as she speeded down the road. She tightened her leather jacket around herself to keep warm. Isabelle was quickly walking down the cold, silent street with only her drunk friend, Caroline, for company.

They were walking home from Isabelle’s eighteenth birthday drink with their friends. However, things didn’t go too great. Isabelle rounded a corner and decided to take a shortcut whilst Caroline swung around on a lamppost and hummed something under her breath.

“Tonight was so much fun.” Caroline squealed but Isabelle scoffed. She didn’t think being drunk and vomiting on the streets as fun. Nevertheless, she loved her friends for trying to make her birthday special.

Quite abruptly, the night air got colder. The harsh wind gave her shivers and her teeth chattered. She stopped. Isabelle sucked in a breath and Caroline noticed that her friend was no longer walking with her.

“Come on then,” Caroline beckoned her over, yet Isabelle didn’t move. Her head turned to the right and she looked up at the old, ruined building before her. The windows were smashed and the broken shards glistened on the floor. One gate was hanging open with a faded ‘Keep Out’ sign still attached to it. Some of the higher windows were boarded up with wood and the place looked lonely and lost.

Isabelle tilted her head as if she was examining the abandoned house. Then she felt dizzy and the building looked out of focus. She squeezed her eyes shut and relaxed before opening them slowly.

She sucked in a shaky breath and was startled by what she saw. It was no longer the broken house with smashed windows but a dark, yet beautifully built, church towering over her. There were colourful stained glass windows and a giant cross looming overhead on the highest tower. Isabelle’s blonde hair flew onto her face and she hastily tucked it behind her ear with her eyes glued to the church.

“Come on, Isabelle. Stop looking at that old house.” yelled Caroline but her voice seemed distant to Isabelle. Could she not see the church? She wondered but dismissively waved her hands towards her friend, “You go ahead,” she murmured, “I’ll catch up with you.”

Caroline shrugged and didn’t question Isabelle who stared at the church. How could it be a church? She thought. It was an old house but in the blink of an eye it changed. Isabelle felt scared but curious. Something told her to push the wrought iron gates and walk to the church doors. For a minute she thought, and then her curiosity got the better of her, making her put one foot in front of the other.

The gate groaned as Isabelle pushed it open. She saw vines twining up the side of the church, shrubs and nettles blowing in the wind. A few trees surrounded her and suddenly she felt small. She walked up to the large, wooden doors and wanted to knock but the doors swung open. Her mind told her to turn around, to run away as fast as possible but her arms heaved the heavy mahogany doors further to go inside.

This is crazy, she thought yet she walked in. Isabelle half expected the door behind her to shut itself like in those horror movies, but no such thing happened. Her breathing echoed in the deserted hallway and she kept on going. Her footsteps reverberated off the walls, distant sirens scared her but she didn’t turn around.

When Isabelle got to the end of the hallway, she didn’t know what to expect. Then, when everything seemed okay, there was a door slightly open and bright light flooded out. It got brighter and lit the hallway as if time had fast forwarded and it was morning already. Isabelle kept going; the illuminating light drew her in like a moth to a flame.

She opened the door with a faint creak and immediately squinted because of the powerful light being emitted. It was as blinding as the sun. She couldn’t make out the source of the light; however, there was an outline, an outline of a person…with wings?

Isabelle’s feet carried her forward. Her mind screamed to turn away from the unnatural being in front of her. What she saw terrified her but her limbs didn’t obey as she trudged forward, a huge headache making it hard for her the concentrate.

Then all of a sudden, the light dimmed and Isabelle blinked several times to clear her vision. The ache in her head was getting worse by the minute, the urge to collapse on the floor whilst clutching her head was hard to resist but she willed herself to stay on her feet.

Finally, her breathing was back in control, her messy, blonde hair had fallen onto her face again and she felt her heart hammering against her ribcage. The stranger person – or creature – at the top of the room shifted slightly. The lights coming off them reflected in Isabelle’s eyes but she shut them. She shut them tightly and heard a scream escape from her lips. The headache was splitting her skull, that’s what it felt like and her knees hit the hard, marble floor.

It began to ease. The pain stopped but her eyes remained shut and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t open them. Isabelle relaxed completely, there was no feeling of fear or anxiety yet she started when a voice spoke in her head.

Do not be scared, Isabelle said a calm and soothing voice. The image of the creature Isabelle had seen before flashed in her mind as the voice spoke. We need your help it said and quite rudely, Isabelle asked, who are you? And how do you know my name? What startled her was that she didn’t speak the words but thought them, nevertheless the voice answered. I am an Angel. I am one of the four council members from the Angel Realms. Every Angel knows your name, every man, woman and child. We need you. We need your help.

Isabelle was lost for words and felt completely clueless. She thought it was some bizarre dreams after those drinks with her friends. It must be that she thought.

This is no dream. We need you. We are dying. In a few days time, you’ll be guided to us, just a few days time.

 Isabelle was going to ask what this was all about. Surely a prank but before she got the chance, her eyes flew open and she lay sprawled on the floor, the unnatural being left no trace of it’s existence as she drifted off to sleep.

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Yeah, I'm sure you guessed I used Isabelle and Caroline's characters, but when I write this story up, I migth change their names or keep them and have a completely new fantasy adventure for Belle, Caroline and Nathan (yes a Nathan would be there too) to go on :) How about it? Does that sound good! Please comment your thoughts about the story and the character name idea :) Bye! xx