Sky, my fallen Angel

Estelle Jackson was a pretty normal 17 years old girl, just like everyone else. I mean, she was.

In 1543.

Til the, day she lost her soul.

"Oh you don't wanna know I promise you Sky." I said in a dangerous tune. I felt how I was getting more aggressive, more thirsty. Every fucking second. Why doesn't this stupid boy understand, he just has to stay away from me. I can't get out of control in the middle of acting like I'm a human in school. Ugh.

"Oh I promise you I do!" Sky jelled back, upset as hell. I looked in his beautiful red eyes. Wait, doesn't he has green eyes in normal case. No, no this, Is not possible.

I would've noticed that. He couldnt be like me.

But why I've seen the hell itself in his eyes. Why?