Who am i?

Kloey

When I got Zoey home I put her to bed. She was worn out and she was crying cause the guys took advantage of her. But it'll be ok..he's where he belongs..in hell..

"You ok?." She touched my cheek.

"Yeah don't worry. I'm fine."

"Listen I'm sorry for letting myself get caught."

"Zo, its ok."

"No its not. You're stronger than me and you have to always hold my hand for everything."

"Isn't that what boyfriends do?" I smirked like a smart ass.

"You wanna get stronger then?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay. I'll find you someone to teach you how to fight."

"Really?!"

"Yes."

"Ok. Ok. Who?"

"I don't know. I'll find someone."

"Thank you baby!!!" She kissed me and ran to the bathroom. I called Della to see if she knew anyone.

"Hey its me."

"What's 'up archangel.'"

"Uh archangel?"

"Yeah you know after all that blood and temper and rage."

"How do you know about that?"

"I visited the site after you left. Quite a piece of work."

"Thanks. Listen I need a trainer."

"You? Aren't you strong enough?"

"For Zoey. She needs to learn."

"I might have someone. She'll be at your place tomorrow."

"Wait what?"

"Gotta go. Bye."

"Wait no-" she hung up.

"Anything?"

"Yeah. Shes getting someone."

"Cool. Who?"

"I don't know. She didn't say."

"Well we'll find out."

"Yeah." I kissed her and went to cook.
Next day:

Their was a knock at the door and I had to get it.

"Hell- agh!" I was pushed to the edge of the room.

"Always stay vigilent."

I heard a girls voice and looked up. She was a latina wearing converse skinny jeans, converse, obviously had a switch blade attitude, and she wore black glasses. She looked about my size but she didn't like me.

"Who are you?"

"Kloey. I heard about you don't worry. Mr. Wrath of god."

"My name is Dante. And I'm not his wrath just a name."

"No kidding you're easy to beat."

"Heh. I wasn't ready."

"Wanna try that again then?"

"Sure."

She charged at me with a punch. I grabbed her fist and flipped her over.

"We done?"