A witch, I’d been guarding her since birth, Sabrina Spellman. I’m A Nephilim, half Angel, and half human. We’re tasked with guarding the tainted, the blackened souls, as the Angels won’t have anything to do with them.
But they are living beings, and must be guided. We rarely interfere with them, as they are already defiled from birth. Chosen as the Dark lord’s underlings, they wreak havoc on the mortals, in exchange for gifts.
Gifts, the ability to conjure up all manifestations of wickedness. I hate her, and I love her, it’s engraved upon my soul to care for her.
But there’s a problem, I have free will, we’re not like our counterparts, the Angels. We don’t obey without question. The need to protect her contradicts my need to kill her, to eliminate the evil within her.
And so, as her guardian I always know what she’s doing, where she’s at, but that doesn’t make my job as a witch hunter any easier.
I cannot kill her directly, as the mark upon my soul won’t allow me to, but I can lead her astray to self destruction. Guide her, to self immolation, that’s what I have in store for her.
Self sacrifice, hanging, jumping off a building, setting herself on fire, something to that effect.
“He saved her...” Says Iris, of the night that they came for her, to force her to sign the book of the beast.
“He did me a great service, she’ll be easier to coerce in her human form.”
Watching him as he sleeps, he’s beautiful. Iris is Ambrose’s guardian, I rarely see her around these parts.
If only we could trade roles...
“Then you wouldn’t be a part of his future.” She states, reading me.
“What do you mean?”
With a wave of her hand, she shows me my future. I’m in his arms, in his bed... His fingers lightly toy with my hair, before his lips gently brush mine.
“He’s your match in every way, don’t let him be the one that got away.”
She leaves, as he begins to stir in his sleep.
Well that was random... his eyes open, and turning over he’s looking right at me.
I know that he can’t see me, so I continue me vigilant gaze of him.
Getting out of bed, his steps slowly make their way in my direction, and knowing that he’ll pass right through me, while I’m in my astral form, I’m confused.
He’s stopped several feet from me, a few quick hand motions in front of his face, and he reacts. He’s confused also, his questionable gaze sends a spark of excitement through my body.
Gorgeous, beautiful brown skin tone, sexy body, and the accent completes the package.
“Who are you?”
He can see me... damn Iris, for trying to play matchmaker!
“Wait... don’t go!”
Disappearing from his line of vision, I’m on my way out the door, when his next words stop me.
“It gets lonely sometimes...” He says, quietly.
The sadness behind his statement, hits home and with a sigh, I reappear.
Turning to face him, he has a small smile for me. My god, the man is gorgeous...