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Tainted

~nariel~ · 2008-01-20T01:22:02Z

Okay, this is more like an angelic fiction. I wasn't sure if it belonged in Other Fiction or Fantasy. So, I just picked Fantasy because there were other elements of fantasy in here besides angels. I hope you like it. ************************************************************* Intro: He’s Not Blind I was almost to my house, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this would work out. I hurried up the porch steps and fumbled through my jean pockets, looking for the key. Something flickered past me and I looked up. I caught the strong scent of French vanilla and my heart skipped two beats. He had found me. The key in my hand dropped to the hard cement with a ping. “Hello Lauren,” he said softly. I managed to nod my head in greeting; my heart was in my throat. He stepped closer to me and I saw his dark eyes narrow… Dark eyes that could see my sins... I tried to remain calm, but it got harder as he came closer to me. His face was suddenly two inches from mine and I could feel his breath across my face. I stood completely still as his eyes searched my face. Finally, he broke the silence. “Where have you been off to?” he asked gently, but I could see the anger clearly in his face. I tried my luck at lying. “I had to go to the store…You know, stock up on chocolate,” I said in a shaky voice. “I don’t see any shopping bags.” I mentally smacked my head. Of course! He noticed everything. “Um, they were all out,” I stammered. He nodded once and his eyes dropped to my jean pockets. The movie ticket was sticking out. He raised an eyebrow at me and pulled the ticket out. "A horror movie?" he asked, smiling," I thought you hated being scared." "It all depends," I said, trying to inch my way to the door. Maybe my mom was home. His hand locked around my wrist and pulled me even closer to him. "Depends on what?" he whispered. The scent of vanilla was overpowering now. I shrugged my shoulders weakly. "I don't know…" I trailed off. He nodded again and then grimaced. "I smell cologne," he said sharply. He looked up as my eyes widened in terror. "I don't think you wear cologne, Lauren." "Well-" he cut me off. "You're a horrible liar, Lauren…I know exactly what happened. You were off with Paul again, I know it. Didn’t I tell you to stay away from him?” he asked angrily, “I can’t trust you anymore.” Despite my fear, I snorted. He hadn’t told me that before. I somehow gathered enough courage to speak my mind. "You're like a ball and chain, Chris, fallen angel or not…You're holding me back. And you're…"I struggled to speak the last words. "Threatening you?" Chris finished for me. I bit my lip and nodded. Chris laughed quietly. "I'm threatening you because I can't live without you. If you leave me…I don't know what I would do," Chris explained. Unfortunately, I knew exactly what he would do. “And by the way, I’m not a fallen angel anymore…I belong here as much as you do,” he continued. "No, Chris. I think I know what you are now, a demon sent from Hell to make my life miserable. I want to break up. I want to have my life back," I said firmly. I saw his eyes begin to fill with tears and anger. It frightened me. "That hurt, Lauren,” he said. He released my wrist and backed away from me slowly. I turned my back on him and picked up the key from where it lay. "I would apologize-" He cut me off again. "But I know you're not sorry." I guess that was one way to put it. The last thing I heard from him was a rush of wings and a low cry of grief.