That one time, Angel saved me....

7 PM

On my way back from my art class, I can't seem to shake the feeling of being followed. I turn, and my eyes fall on a man dressed completely in black. Chiseled jawline, attractive features, brooding eyes. But the handsome man looks miserable for some reason. Like if he smiles, he will break something.

Our eyes meet and his brows knit. I blink and he disappears. 

"Mom, I am back."

I yell, entering my home, and instantly remember that she would be returning home late.

I run to my room to freshen up.

I hear my phone ring multiple times, when I am in the shower.
Once out, I grab a pair of shorts and reach for the phone, when it rings once again.

I look at the number and yelp, almost dropping the phone.

'Why is Dave calling me? Since when does he have my number?' I ask myself and I can feel my heart trying to leap out of my chest.

Dave is the most popular boy in my class. I have been crushing on him since forever.

"Hey... " I say, picking up the call and feel my cheeks heat up.

"Jason?" He asks, in an uncertain tone.

"Yes, Dave." I say, trying to sound calm.

"Jason, I have something to tell you... I mean ask you...Amm...can I come over...are you free right now?" Dave asks, hesitating a little.

"Yes, I am free." I say, trying not to sound too excited.

"Good. I will be at yours in a few." He says, and cuts the call.

I open my wardrobe and pick out a white T Shirt that clings to my chest, and a pair of pants that hug my butt, leaving almost nothing to imagination.

I have only just gotten dressed, when my phone rings again.
'Did Dave change his mind?' I wonder,  and pick up the phone.
'Unknown ID' Blinks on the screen.

I frown, but pick up.

"Hello?"

"Don't let him in." A deep voice instructs from the other side.

"Excuse me?" I ask, frowning slightly.

"That boy,  he is almost at your...."

*Ding dong*

I hear the door bell ring.

"Listen psycho, don't call me again." I say, and cut the call.

"Wait... Listen!" I hear the voice say, before I cut the call, and run downstairs.

I would be lying if I said that I was unaffected by the call. I was feeling a little shook.

Who was he!?

"Hi, Please come in." I say, opening the the door with a smile on my face.

Dave smiles, and steps in.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I pull it out.

'Unknown ID.'

What the fuck!?

"Excuse me." I say apologetically,  before turning and putting some space between us.

"Hello?"

"Listen," It's him.. The man with deep voice, "Don't cut the call." He sounds scared.

"Ok. Make it quick." I say, walking towards the fridge.

With a plan to offer Dave a drink, my hand goes to the door handle of the fridge, but before I can open it, I see a strange refltion on the shiny surface of its door.

What the fuck is that!?

"Keep it busy, I will be right there... Under any circumstances, don't let it bite you." The man says, before cutting the call.

I gulp, and keep staring at the reflection, which seems to be moving closer. I can't figure out what it is, but it's definitely not human.

This is not how I had imagined this evening to progress.

'Don't let him bite you.' The words echo in my mind, and my heart threatens to leap out of my chest.

"Jason, you okay?" The boy asks, but the reflection doesn't move.

"Amm, Dave," I say, trying to calm down and smile, "What would you like to have?" I ask, sweetly.

"You." He says and I think that that's it, it's the end.

"What?" I ask, my voice cracking.

Dave laughs.

"Lime Soda, please." He answers my previous question.

I smile awkwardly, and pass him a chilled soda.

"Please, sit." I say, pointing at the couch.

"Join me." He says, smiling brightly.

He looks gorgeous. How can he be anything but human... Am I being stupid? Is someone playing a prank on me? Am I hallucinating?

Yes.... That has to be it.

I nod, and join him on the couch.

He keeps the soda on the table next to the couch, and leans in towards me.

I lean away.

"What are you doing?"

"Aren't you gay?" He asks, casually.

I frown, 'Isn't this what I wanted? Hadn't I fantasized about it almost everyday since the first time I had laid  my eyes on him?...Then why did him approaching me, feel so wrong?'

"Wait."

I say, stopping him with a hand on his chest.

He smiles... It looks sinister... menacing.

He cups the nape of my neck, and tilts my head.

My phone rings again and anger flashes across his face.

"Sorry, it's Mom." I lie, and leave the couch.

"Mom?" I say.

"Open the door." The man instructs.

I walk towards the door but before I can open it Dave holds my arm, and pulls me towards hisself.

Our chests colide, "Where are you going, love?" He asks.

"Mom, is at the door." I say, trying to move away but his grip tightens.

"Let her wait." He says, pulling my shirt collar and exposing my neck completely.

I close my eyes and start shaking like a leaf on a windy day.

'God... Please... Send me a guardian Angel.' I pray.

"You are mine now... little human." Dave whispers and I dare to steal a peak at his handsome face.

Only, the face I am staring at, is neither handsome, nor human...
"Voldemort?" I mutter, and Dave laughs... It sounds like he is hissing.

He bares his teeth and leans towards my neck. An involuntary scream leaves my mouth.
And a faction of second later, the door breaks open.

The dark brooding man from before, stands on the threshold of my house.

"Duck!" He yells and throws a wooden  weapon towards Voldermont... Dave.

I duck, and the weapon hits Dave right between his eyebrows. He screams, and falls to the floor withering in pain.

"Invite me in!" The brooding man orders.

"Mn?"

"Invite me in, boy." He bites out.

"Please come in, Mister." I say, and he runs inside.

He holds my arm and pulls me behind his tall frame. I peek at Damort from behind the man who had saved me.

Yes, it's a combination of Dave and Voldemort.

"Wǒ mìnglìng nǐ líkāi zhè shēntǐ de shé líng." He says, in a foreign language and lights fire to the wooden weapon that is still stuck between Damort's eyes.

A second later, the wood burns to a crisp and disappears leaving a very naked Dave on my kitchen floor.

I gulp.

My brooding savior turns to me, "You ok?" He asks.

I nod.

"You are safe now."

"Is... is Dave going to be ok?" I ask.

He nods.

"He will remember nothing. I will make sure he gets home."

I nod.

He picks Dave up in his arms, and starts to walk away from me.

"Wait... " I call, "Who are you?"

He stops.

"I am Angel." He says, before walking out the door and disappearing into the night.

{Note :- My first ever Angel fanfiction...yay.

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