This story is actually a guideline I am using to draw a sort of manga or comic. It is not drawn out as much as my other stories but is very simple. And for all you twilight fans, I thought of this idea WAY before I even picked up the book. So yeah. Have fun with the similarities. I will post the actual comic on deviantart and post a link when I get the first part up.

Each section is very short and these chapters are actually books. So these four chapters are all in one book.

Please enjoy. Thank you.

Chapter 1

A blank space. Nothingness. It’s so cold all around me. I can’t feel. What’s wrong with me?

Sniff Sniff

Are those sobs coming from me? My body isn’t shaking.

Sniff Sniff

Those sobs are coming from that child. The child in the corner with blood all around him. All around me. On my hands. On his face.

He would’ve looked at me in hatred, but the tears that flowed were streams of blood from his empty eye sockets.

I gasped for breath, panting, feeling the drops of sweat on my forehead roll down my face as I stood up. Tears were flowing freely down my face, the salt stinging my dry lips. I threw the covers off my bare legs and slowly made my way to the bathroom.

I glanced at my digital clock on my night stand. It read 4:00. Not too bad. I almost slept the whole night.

I peered into the mirror, staring at my pallid skin, the dark circles beneath my eyes, my disarrayed mess of inky black hair, the redness of my eyes. I turned the hot water on in the tub, hoping to wash away the dream with a hot shower. Maybe it’ll work this time. I stripped the small amount of clothing from my body and felt the sting and burn of hot water beating against my skin leaving reddened patches all over my body.

Nope. Didn’t work again.

I stepped from the shower, my soaked hair dripping puddles onto the floor. And then suddenly, just like every other night, my throat felt like it was closing, my eyes blurred with newly forming tears, my heart beat actually hurt my ears as well as my chest, and my knees buckled forcing me into a shaking fetal position on the cold wet floor of the bathroom.

It was probably hours until I noticed the shivering of my naked body. The water on my skin had long turned cold and goose bumps were apparent on my arms and legs.

I uncoiled my body, stretching the limbs that became stiff over the hours I sat there. I dragged myself into the only other room of my small apartment, dressed myself in dark faded jeans and a lavender colored long sleeve shirt, donning myself with a pair of earrings which were rubies shaped into hearts, the only ornament I ever wore. I hardly bothered with makeup, maybe some eyeliner but nothing too big or noticeable.

Locking my door, I began my everyday twenty minute walk to the bookstore that I worked at. Hardly anyone ever came in, so I busied myself with reading books. I loved the fantasy books that held stories of mythical legends and old folklore.

The day blew by in a blur until Mr. Livens told me I needed to go home, and so I commenced my twenty minute walk back home where I would eat dinner, sleep, and wake up in tears, just before I went to work again.

I was about to place my key in the doorknob to unlock the door when I realized that the door was open already, a crack that most people would have passed over without a thought. It wasn’t even much of a crack, more like a small hairline.

I had never been prepared for this. I had never thought of someone breaking into my small apartment devoid of anything valuable. Although, I should have been more cautious, I should have thought things through, I should have turned and ran, but I didn’t. I didn’t realize my grave mistake until I had already opened the door, stepped through the portal, and shut the passage behind me enclosing myself in darkness.

Chapter 2

I flicked the lights on. I suddenly came face to face with the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. His chiseled facial features brought attention to his eyes, a bright gold, which were both menacing yet beautiful. His hair was a strange lavender hue, prettier than the lavender of the shirt I wore, and it hung from a ponytail high on his head and draped down his back between his shoulder blades. Long white robes hung from his slight yet muscular frame, but the most breath taking of it all were the large feathery white wings that sprung from his back and gently framed this beautiful creature.

Even though his beauty should have been the one thing to pacify any human, his presence sent chills throughout my body. My mind was screaming in panic. Who was this person? Why was he here? What is he going to do? I felt a scream build up in my throat as I backed into the closed door, pressing my body into the hard wood. I opened my mouth, a scream inevitably rising forth. Then I felt a harsh hand clamping roughly over my mouth and another grasping one of my arms pinning me to the door.

Tears began pouring from my eyes as I stared into that beautiful face. Struggling was a pure impossibility with his obvious inhuman strength. I just whimpered into his hand, tears streaming down my reddened cheeks and over the back of his hand.

He looked down at me, he must have been at least six and a half feet, with an incredulous look, as if I wasn’t supposed to have reacted this way.

“If you agree to not scream or raise any alarm, I’ll let you go,” he said, his voice sounding smooth and eloquent.

I nodded, and he released me where my knees suddenly buckled, and I found myself sitting on the ground, my back still against the door.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, fear obvious in my voice.

His expression was still confused.

“Leave me alone. I haven’t done anything, and I won’t ever. I won’t even say anything about seeing you. Just please, don’t hurt me!” I begged him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he merely stated, understanding finally having been dawned on him.

I pulled myself up from the floor. I hugged the wall since he stood in the middle of the room and slowly made a circle towards the bathroom. I didn’t know what I was doing, but my body moved instinctively. I saw him reach his hand out towards me and my body immediately flinched back. I was cornered again. He moved closer and closer. His hand touched my face, molding it against my cheek. A sudden emotion of pity and sympathy washed over his features until he gained composure and pulled back his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Suddenly, there was a ringing in my ears, my heartbeat accelerated, redness invaded my eyes, and my body slowly became numb. I fell forward clutching my hands against my chest. I can’t remember if he caught me or let me fall to the floor. I can’t remember if he was shocked or knew what happened. I can’t remember anything except the lonely darkness my mind was forced into, so different than the nightmares I had. The darkness wasn’t comforting like the darkness of sleep. This darkness consumed me. I was lost. Never to be found. Forever lost.

Chapter 3

The darkness ebbed away from my mind. My consciousness began to ease itself over me, cloaking me from the empty feeling I had felt. My hands clutched the pillow next to my head and as I unhooked the fingers from the fabric, they ached in pain from the stiffness. The sun rays peeked between the blinds of my window lighting the room and revealing a male figure standing next to the bed.

I bolted up from the bed entangling my legs in the sheets, and in my hurry to move I fell onto the floor with a loud thud. That’s going to leave a mark.

Silently, he moved around the bed and untangled my legs from the sheets and pulled me to my feet. I looked him up and down. He looked more human. His hair was a chestnut brown tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His eyes had turned from its golden hue to a watery brown. His long white robes became a suit overnight as well.

“Why are you still here?” I blurted out without thinking.

He stared at me, “I haven’t carried out my mission.”

“What mission?” I asked before clenching my hand over my heart. The beating began again. A grunt in pain escaped my lips.

“What is this? Why am I in pain?” I hissed through my teeth. I glared at him. This must be his doing. It only started when he showed up.

He merely stared at me blankly.

My chest was on fire and the ringing in my ears began again. What was going on? My eyes had to be deceiving me. None of this was real. Maybe I hit my head. Maybe when I went into my room last night the intruder hit me in the head. Maybe I’m in a coma right now. Maybe I’ll wake up soon. Or maybe I’ll die. It doesn’t matter. As long as I escape this pain, this burning, it didn’t matter.

I limped towards the small kitchen in the opposite corner of the room. I pulled open a drawer with shaking hands and lifted out a knife. He became frozen in shock.

My breaths became pants now. Sweat dripped down my face. Without another thought my hand forced the sharp blade down into my forearm, the resulting sting of pain forced a gasp to escape my lips. Crimson red oozed from the cut pouring out over my arm and dripping onto the floor. I stood there staring, feeling his eyes staring at me.

Marcus took urgent steps forward, ripping the knife from my hand harshly. His face was twisted in a sort of expression which mixed anger and fear together.

“Are you an idiot?” he asked anger present in his voice.

“I wanted to see if I could wake up,” I was pretty sure I said. I said it so low I couldn’t I hear myself.

He picked me up with one hand, setting me on the counter. He opened the cabinet above my head and pulled out a first aid kit. I’m sure I should have been in some real pain, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t even feel my arm.

He cleaned the cut and bandaged it with an airy and gentle touch, his expression deep in concentration.

He didn’t look up once he was finished. When he did, a flash of incredulity and sympathy washed over his features.

The metallic toaster on the opposite counter reflected my own image back at me. I was crying. For whatever reason, it escapes me, but just then the aching of my chest was realized, the buildup of sobs released, all the pain that ever was, even from my own birth and maybe my ancestor’s as well, everything was coming out at that one moment.

I don’t know why, but I felt his arms wrapped around me, my chin meeting his shoulder. Why he did that? I don’t know. Who was he? I still don’t know. Did he feel threatening? No. He was an angel.

Now I understand. I was scared, not of him, but of the pain that he would release. Now he was here; my pain was going away forever.

My angel was here.