Lies Dark As Night (standard:Creative non-fiction, 1379 words) [1/4] show all parts
Author: Burn	Updated: Apr 13 2012	Views/Reads: 3913/2205	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Adelle is a hot shot hunter who was sent to earth to ensure that Eran behaves himself. Will she be able to fight his charm?

(Adelle's POV) 

There he was. Mr. Perfect. Mr. Heart break. Mr. Player. 

My cool green eyes locked onto the form that stood in his cliche a few
feet away from me. He was surrounded by his fellow players. He was 
center stage, though. Icy blue eyes, breathe taking hair, and a form to 
make any girl feel warmth every where in her body. Every girl but me. I 
tossed my red locks behind my shoulder, and carefully diverted my gaze. 
There was something about Mr. Perfect that no body else knew. A grin 
tugged up at the corner of my mouth, and for a moment I felt 
invincible. I knew his lies. I knew what he really was. 

But he knew nothing about me. 

The thought in its self was enough to draw a chuckle from my voice box,
but not without gaining curious glances. Slowly, I raised my gaze, and 
quirked one eye brow up to question the stares. I was the new girl 
here. No one knew why I was standing here with such confidence, but 
that just comes with the job. Listen, I'm not your average girl. I 
don't play soccer. I don't cheer, I don't do drama club. I am one hell 
of an actress, but that comes with the trade. I was dangerous, a force 
to be reckoned with. A force to be dealt with careful handling. I was 
often compared to a stick of dynomite by many of my associates. I was 
the best. 

You may be wondering what it is exactly that I do. I'm a hunter. I hunt
things from the super natural, whether it be a fallen angel, or a 
vampire. Blood sucking leeches that they were. I turned my gaze once 
more to my target. His icy blue gaze caught mine, and for a moment it 
was unwavering. I turned toward him, the corner of my mouth twitching 
up into a sadistic smile. With my gaze I sent him a message. One that 
he wouldn't be able to ignore. 

I know what you are. 

His mouth slowly turned into a frown before he turned abruptly away from
me. He knew what I was from just the look in my eyes. Yet he did 
something oddly unusual. He waited for the bell to ring, and watched as 
I shrank into the darkness. I wanted to talk to him, and he knew it. In 
fact, his body structure had told me he wanted to have a few words with 
me as well. I picked a deserted stretch of hallway, and lesuirely 
leaned back against one of the lockers, and propped my foot against it. 
It took him only a few moments to show. By the set in his jaw, and the 
hardness of his eyes I could tell he wasn't happy. I didn't care. 

"Hello handsome." I whispered, my voice caressing his ears, and causing
his anger just to boil more. Good, I thought to myself. Let him get 
angry. It will only shorten the time he has on earth, walking among the 
innocent. You don't belong here. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone rigid. In fact, his whole
demeanor was rigid. He was not happy with my presence here at all. His 
nostrils flared as I allowed a sweet smile to float across my 
constitution. "Cut off the sweet act. We both know what you are." 

"Better than you. I'm not a monster by nature. I was created to be your
worse nightmare." 

Within a flash he had me by the throat, and threw me up against the
lockers. His eyes hardened before flashing a darker black. It must have 
been the hybrid in him that made his eyes darker than the others when 
they were angry. I merely grinned, and drawled "You don't wanna be 
doing that." 

He snarled, and tightened his grip. "And why the hell not?" 

I merely grinned softly. "Because you're life depends on it. If you make
one more move to kill me, I'll destroy you now." 

A look of curiosity mixed with loathing passed across his constitution
before his eyes traveled my being. I saw his eyes calculating 
everything. The tattoo on the side of my neck that read 'Angel'. The 
weapons that were scattered through out my being. The one that his gaze 
seemed to linger on the most was the dagger in my belt. It's stunning 


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