A/N: The dates are not realistic in this. I just use them because I wanted to end on my birth date, so wrote out the story, then calculated how long the whole thing was and checking my computer calendar to see when the last year was that ended on July 11th. shrugs Don't pay attention to that. The days of the week are really only for my sanity. I don't like having to go back and check what day of the week it is.

Prologue:

She was deadly, she was dangerous, she was going to kill him.. and he welcomed her.

Her name was Celia and she was an assassin. Quite sexy and beautiful; she was a professional seductress and actor, with a knife in a garter belt under her dress, and a small gun in her black leather boot.

Her target was Alexander Legna, a handsome, drop-dead gorgeous guy, with crystal blue eyes that seemed abnormal under his dark brown hair and furrowed brow.

He had no relatives. He had been adopted at the age of thirteen by an older couple who put ideas of peace, righteousness, and virtue into his head. He blames them for his good behavior and overactive politeness.

Celia has no last name anymore. She calls herself 'the hunter' and anyone who knows of her reputation, for never missing a target, knows enough to call her Hunter. Celia is a name she tells her prey and anyone else that should know.

She was told by an anonymous higher power, via e-mail, that she must destroy Alexander Legna and it gave her every bit of information she would need along with payment up front. She accepted and set off on her mission.

Alexander is a great kid with cool friends. lots of them.. tons to them! He is the most popular guy in high school. He's a senior in a High School in Connecticut. He plays on any team and every team. His body was strong built, even when he was thirteen and he has been the star player on every team for the past four years of his life, too bad that's all he can remember.

You may wonder why he would welcome her, when his life doesn't seem so bad, and it in fact seems perfect? Read between the lines and find out.

Devils and Angels

June 8, 1990

Friday..

"Hey! Ali!" A tall boy in the same grade as Alexander came running up to him and gave him a slap on the back. "That was some fight man! You were awesome! That guy looked fucked up. The freak was practically mauling Marcelle. Geez, hero, the only thing you don't do is cheerleading."

They laughed and slapped hands above their heads.

"How you doin', Lei?" Alexander replied smiling. Lei had short black spiky hair, which stuck straight up, as was the style. Alexander combed his fingers through his own unruly brown long locks. He did nothing with his neck length uneven hair, it was just a wave backward that disobeyed him and fell forward constantly. He had combed his fingers through his hair so many times, it just grew that way now.

"I'd be better if practice hadn't been canceled this afternoon. We were there for an hour before anyone told us that coach wasn't coming." He grumbled.

"He was sick, what could he have done?" Alexander answered as they walked down the road in their gym shorts and tank tops, their duffel bags in hand. The sun was still up in the sky and wouldn't go down for another couple hours, so the hot sun remained melting their dark brown skin. "Where's that girl of yours?" Alexander wondered looking behind them momentarily.

"She got tired of waiting and took my car. That's why were walkin'. Said it was too hot out there in the field." He waved his hand in any general direction.

Alexander looked down at his shirt which was half soaked from his sweat. The dirt floating around from the baseball field had left their shirts a light brown.

"I need a shower." Alexander sighed and stretched his arms up in the air.

Lei covered his nose. "You can say that again!" He waved his hand briskly in front of his mouth. Alexander punched his arm playfully and they disregarded the comment.

The streets were practically empty. It was Friday afternoon and they had missed any kind of traffic for this calm place. The sun was bright and the air was humid.

They came to a fork in the road and stopped.

"See you man. I'm gonna go get my car back." Lei sighed, pulling out his water bottle and waving to Alexander.

"Remember, we're meeting up tomorrow." He reminded, also waving goodbye.

Lei crossed the street and continued tiredly down that dirt road, but Alexander continued on the paved road he had been walking on.

He passed several trees on his right and left, but the road eventually opened up to a park and by that time he was exhausted. He cursed himself for forgetting his cell phone or he would be able to get a ride home.

He heard a scuffle to his right, but when he turned he was shocked to see it was too adults fighting in the kids' playground. He jumped the fence to go and investigate.

One man with jet black hair was struck by the other guy with blonde hair.

The blonde saw Alexander and disappeared quickly without so much as a blink of his eye.

Alexander was shocked, aghast. He walked over to the other guy slowly. The man was on the ground, holding his cheek, balancing on his left arm and looking up to Alexander, shocked as well.

"What just happened?" Alexander asked, his fingers shuffled through his hair again, his brow furrowed and scowling at this man.

He moved his hand from his face and Alexander saw blood.

He sighed, forgetting his anger, and knelt next to the man. Pulling out his bandana, he handed it to the guy.

"You alright?" The rocks were hurting his knee.

The man nodded and Alexander stood, offering his hand to this man.

He grabbed Alexander's wrist; Alexander grabbed his and pulled him up easily.

Alexander felt a power course through him as he let this man go. "Who was that guy? Where'd he go? Why were you guys fighting?"

The man smiled.

"What?" Alexander snapped.

"You ask for answers, but you don't allow me time to give them."

Alexander blushed lightly and took a step back. "Sorry." He gestured for the man to go on and speak.

"He was just hanging around here when I was walking by, and he said something to me and I replied snottily and the fight escalated to fists. I do not know where he went, it was 'weird', huh?" The man whispered gently. He seemed to struggle with the word. After he wiped his lip he began to pocket the bandana, then started to give it back to Alexander.

"No thanks." He replied shaking his hands.

"You assisted me and for that I owe you." The man took a step closer to Alexander.

"I didn't do anything."

"You frightened him." The man corrected. Alexander frowned again, this guy spoke weird for someone who looked about twenty-three; still a good age for speaking slang.

The guy stepped closer and raised his hand, gently touching Alexander's face, but the teenager jumped back.

"Whoa!" Alexander turned to pick up his bag. "I gotta go." As he turned he was roughly pinned to the tree behind himself.

His face was inches from this mysterious man's. He felt uncomfortable, yet almost at ease; if his heart would only slow down. He scowled, lowering his head, his crystal blue eyes glaring dangerously at this man. He wasn't pushing back against the man yet, but after a moment of uncomfortably being pinned there, he fought back.

"Let go!" He ordered and the man stepped back releasing him.

Alexander massaged his right arm which had been painfully twisted above his head and against the slanting tree.

"You will meet a woman soon." He whispered as Alexander grabbed his bag and looked at him suspiciously.

"A woman?" He replied.

"She is beautiful and kindly, but be not mistaken by her features, she is no object of any type of affection; she is a killer and will strike out at you with her blade. She will tell you her name, Celia, then she will bed you and kill you." He warned.

Alexander stared at the man, now quite afraid. "How would you know something like that?"

The man stepped closer to him again, but Alexander didn't step back this time. He stared at this beautiful black haired creature with awe.

He touched Alexander's cheek, his other hand caressing Alexander's body.

"I just know. Be warned of her and keep yourself safe. I will be near."

"Why are you telling me this?" He wondered.

"To save you and protect you." The man answered and leaned forward to kiss Alexander, who gasped and pulled away. The man let him, even though he easily could have kept Alexander in place, being a half a foot taller than him. He merely sighed and backed away into the shadows. "Do not fear me, or her. Harm will not come to you if you consider my words wisely."

Those were the last words he spoke before Alexander could no longer see him or hear his steps.

Alexander left that place as fast as his legs could carry him and headed for his home.

His birthday was coming up and he didn't need this shit.

He would be eighteen in less than a week and couldn't wait for the celebration he knew his friends were planning for him. He planned on losing his hard kept virginity on that night to the most beautiful creature under God's creation. Of course translation meant to say, anyone he could get on such short notice.

Let's get one thing straight: Alexander does not believe in God, or any religion for that matter, but his adopted parents had pushed him to go to church every Sunday until he turned sixteen. Then the choice was up to him whether to go or not and he chose not to. So he knew all about The Guy, but he hated every idea Christian's had about Him so he tried to stay as far away from 'God' as humanly possible. His friends had promised not to say anything about God around him and he promised not to mock their religions with them right there. He was an atheist of sorts, only he didn't call himself that.

When he returned home, it was to an empty house. The parental unit was out on a vacation, leaving him home alone with the house. He loved it. He had no homework and no one to nag him about chores, which he did anyway.

'Damn my good fucking manners!' He hissed inwardly, though he would never say that to them.

Suddenly, a beat went off from somewhere in the two story -impeccably clean- house. It was the Hava Nagila, his cell phone ringer.

He leapt up and ran for the ringer, it had already gone through once. He guessed that it was still upstairs in his room. He took the stairs three by three and jumped into his room landing on his full sized unmade bed.

It was tangled in the sheets. He searched for it desperately, but by the time he had found it, it had stopped ringing.

"Damn it!" He spat in a garbage near his unkept desk. His phone told him he had one missed call, but said then that it had been unavailable. "Fucking phone." He spat again and looked around his room.

He had his bed, a walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room near the door, two windows as soon as you walk in, right in front of you and one on your left because it was in the corner of the house. There was a night stand next to his bed, there was also a desk somewhere under all those papers and beneath one of the windows. Then there was a small library next to that with his trophies on top of it. His library consisted of ten books and a lamp. An air conditioner was on the side of the room with one window, an entertainment center stood next to it holding a TV, a DVD player, a VCR, a clock, and video games. To top it all off, all of his clothes littered the floor.

He laid back on his bed and sighed tiredly.

"Fucked up day." He sighed and then frowned suddenly. "Where's my stereo?" He sat up and searched the house for it, then found it in the upstairs bathroom, across a large spacey landing and down the hall. He would crank his music and bop to it in the bathroom at night time during his showers.

Nickelback and Linkin Park were his preferred choices, but he would move to anything on the radio except heavy metal and rap, if someone was borrowing his CD's.

He rubbed his eyes and decided to leave the stereo there.

"I haven't eaten for five hours." He sighed and headed off to his room again. "Oh, well, what's another missed meal?"

He pulled his dirty shirt off and threw it on the floor in a pile with other clothes he didn't intend on washing for a while.

His body became sluggish. He opened the window instead of using the AC and fell on the bed, face down. Alexander kicked off his shoes and slicked his socks off with his big toes. After pulling the pillow half under him, with barely enough room for his head, he was comfortable and asleep in seconds.

Night time slowly crept on the handsome jock, but he still didn't awaken. The open window he had wanted to let in some fresh air with, also let in company to the second story of that young house.

Outside Alexander's window floated the gorgeous man from earlier, with the black hair, only his eyes were more black now. His hair was flying every different direction like a ripple of water in the wind, his outfit was much different from his earlier one of blue jeans and a T-shirt. Now he wore black frail cloth that was loosely fitted to his long legs, but his boots had no heel or toe, they wrapped from his ankles around his foot, and were also black. A cloth belt dawned his slim waist, black as well.

His ears were pointy and longer than a normal humans. He wore a stud near the point of his ear on one side and on the other, his cartilage was encased in a silver earring that curved to fit his ear. He wore gloves, but no shirt and his glorious black wings were erupting with beauty in the dim light outside. They were wings like an angel only black, also with a ring piercing the wing at its elbow on one side.

The creature easily opened the wide window more and glided through with no difficulty. He looked down onto Alexander as he slept.

Hovering over Alexander, he leaned close enough to smell his breath, then he heard something with his extra sensitive ears that startled him and made him jerk back.

He cursed and reluctantly left Alexander to confront the man that had called him.

A/N: Tell me what you think. Just a few quick words. I'm not asking for much. Please?? Give a poor writer a reason to exist??