Walking through the woods with Millie, the year-old lab wasn't the easiest of tasks on a 'good day' so today the job was particularly challenging since I'd sprained my ankle in netball practice. I pulled her closer and let her off the lead. She galloped around, sniffing out other dogs' pee and whatnot, leaving me alone in my thoughts. My mind kept wandering back to unfinished assignments, unpaid credit cards and my untidy bedroom that mum, the bank and lecturers all keeps nagging me about. I keep telling myself 'I must do this, I must do that' but somehow it always escapes me and I kinda, albeit conveniently, forget. Which kinda presents me with a problem. A major problem.
Being nineteen is hard, y'know.
I sighed. So, I really did not feel like walking Mills tonight. I was exhausted from my work placement and would rather run home, slip into sweats and eat chocolate in front of MTV. 'But Auntie Sue is paying me. Plus, It helps her out and a good walk for both of us won't hurt.' I tried to motivate myself as I looked to the ground, staring at a big black stain on my red Converse sneakers.
I glanced up to see Millie elegantly leap over a fallen tree and disappear out of sight. I inhaled sharply, a mix of annoyance and concern rushing through my veins, and picked up the pace, calling out for her to return.
But, she didn't.
After a minute or two, I stomped my foot, kissed my teeth and carried on walking straight. 'Yeah, she'll catch up...' I hoped. Soon, I found her sniffing out a patch of grass, one paw raised in suspicion. I called her name and she looked up at me quizzically. I nodded my head to the side, signifying her to follow and she did. For a little while. Then, she randomly jumped to the right, running down a hill.
Great. 'Guess I have to follow her. I scowled, mumbling and clicking my tongue in discontent and followed her down the hill, almost stacking up in the process.
"Millie," I mumbled. "You better have a darn good reason for leading me down--"
I stopped, holding my breath, trying not to make a sound. Millie just sat panting happily, her tail wagging ferociously. Sometimes I wish I could tap into her thoughts. It must be good to be a chocolate lab, without any fears or worries. I couldn't imagine my life without huge credit card bills, letters reading 'FINAL DEMAND' in bold red writing. It must be joyous to live without worries like that.
But what I didn't know was that, what lie ahead of me at this moment in time, would change my life dramatically.
Forever.
For. Ever.
Nothing of the past nineteen years of my menial existance would be able to make up for what was to occur.With a deep breath in, I stepped forward, stumbing slightly on a fallen branch. My stomach was in knots. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't normal. Ahead of me lie high bushes and trees which I could not see past but, filtering through the branches and leaves was a faint green glow. I kept still, trying to listen to any sound at all, any conversation. But there was nothing. I crept forward, concealing myself behind the bushes and squinting through the branches. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust and at first I could not make anything out.
But after I stood in wait, anxiously for a while, I saw a human figure.
A man's inhumanly muscular, well defined body.
I frowned.
"What the heck is going on here?" I whispered to Millie, who followed my line of vision and cocked her head innocently to the side. "Something's not right. At all." I leant forward, squinting harder. But all I could see was the guy from his side. But what I did see was... beautiful. He was kneeling in a terminator kind of way, one leg higher than the other, his face to the ground. His face was unnaturally perfect, flaunting strong masculine features. He had short, cropped brown hair and his skin was tanned, radiant, immaculate and free from any imperfection. He looked very young, probably my age and his body was amazingly muscular, like a body builders, like an athlete but... better.
And then I noticed he was naked.
I gasped in what could have been shock, humour or excitement. It was probably all three, maybe more. My hand clasped my mouth to stop a scream escaping. My mind was running wild with thoughts. "What the f**k, what the f**k, what the f**k?!", "Should I call the police?", "Is he hurt? Is something wrong with him?!" are examples. I gathered my thoughts as much as possible and dropped my hand from my mouth and peered closer. I watched him as he stood up. He stood very tall, probably 6"4'. Maybe taller. The next thing I noticed were his magnificently crafted hands that looked as if they had never seen a days work. I looked down at my pitiful ones, blistered, lined and dry, and bit my lip. This guy is perfect. What the heck is he doing out here? Alone? Naked? My heart pumped harder and harder in my chest. My head was spinning. My stomach was twisting. I had to get out of here. But something was telling me to stay just a minute longer.
So I did.
But he just stood there, his face towards the ground but his eyes closed. I kept watching until he opened them and I inhaled sharply. His eyes were a sensual shade of olive green which gave him a Mediterranean, but also otherworldly look. He was nothing I'd seen before.
Something wasn't right. I peered closer and squinted harder. There was something on his back but at first I couldn't make it out. I leant forward as far as I could.
I screamed, my hands trembling as I took sight of beautiful, pure white, eagle-like wings stretching out and expanding from his strong back. I held my hand over my mouth, praying he hadn't heard me but his gorgeous eyes glanced my way and my stomach fluttered. I got a good look at his face and my heart melted. He had a strong forehead, chin and nose but luscious eyes, thick, dark eyelashes and full, enticing lips that I my heart ached for. Once he'd noticed me, he stood majestically, straight and tall, giving me a cold and hard but seductive look.
I lifted my gaze from his eyes and stared at the wings.
"N-No. No way..." I mumbled. This can't be. There's no possible way that he's human. No human has wings! No human has eyes so bewitching! No human has skin so perfect and muscles so awe-inspiring and science-textbook-like! I blushed as he held my gaze. He stayed silent, his feathers fluttering in the slight breeze. Then he turned his body towards me, his fists clenched, hatred in his eyes. He stepped closer, spreading his wings like a male peacock fanning its feathers.
"No!" I managed to scream as I fell back and scrambled to find my footing, finally running away, fearing for my life.
I ran all the way back home, not looking back once. It wasn't until I reached the front door of my home, that I realised Millie was still following me. I held my chest with one hand and leant forward to catch my breath. A gentle tear fell from my eyes and Millie licked them away. I bent down and hugged her. After taking Millie back to Auntie Sue and briskly walking home, I ran straight to my bedroom and slammed the door. Leaning against it, I fell to the floor, my chest still heaving and craving oxygen. What I had seen was not normal. Maybe I should have called the police. That guy could have been a serial killer. He could have raped me... I held my head in my hands and shook my head. No. With those muscles of his and those long, well defined legs he would have easily been able to catch up and surpass me. But he didn't. He let me run for it and I should be grateful for that.
I closed my eyes and envisioned that beautiful face, those almond-shaped eyes, that solid physique, those curvaecous, alluring lips. My face felt hot everytime I saw him in my mind. My heart raced, my stomach did flips, my mouth went dry, my hands quivered.
Who was he?
What was he?
Well, with a body like that... With wings as breathtaking as those... He must be...
An Angel.
Being nineteen is hard, y'know.
I sighed. So, I really did not feel like walking Mills tonight. I was exhausted from my work placement and would rather run home, slip into sweats and eat chocolate in front of MTV. 'But Auntie Sue is paying me. Plus, It helps her out and a good walk for both of us won't hurt.' I tried to motivate myself as I looked to the ground, staring at a big black stain on my red Converse sneakers.
I glanced up to see Millie elegantly leap over a fallen tree and disappear out of sight. I inhaled sharply, a mix of annoyance and concern rushing through my veins, and picked up the pace, calling out for her to return.
But, she didn't.
After a minute or two, I stomped my foot, kissed my teeth and carried on walking straight. 'Yeah, she'll catch up...' I hoped. Soon, I found her sniffing out a patch of grass, one paw raised in suspicion. I called her name and she looked up at me quizzically. I nodded my head to the side, signifying her to follow and she did. For a little while. Then, she randomly jumped to the right, running down a hill.
Great. 'Guess I have to follow her. I scowled, mumbling and clicking my tongue in discontent and followed her down the hill, almost stacking up in the process.
"Millie," I mumbled. "You better have a darn good reason for leading me down--"
I stopped, holding my breath, trying not to make a sound. Millie just sat panting happily, her tail wagging ferociously. Sometimes I wish I could tap into her thoughts. It must be good to be a chocolate lab, without any fears or worries. I couldn't imagine my life without huge credit card bills, letters reading 'FINAL DEMAND' in bold red writing. It must be joyous to live without worries like that.
But what I didn't know was that, what lie ahead of me at this moment in time, would change my life dramatically.
Forever.
For. Ever.
Nothing of the past nineteen years of my menial existance would be able to make up for what was to occur.With a deep breath in, I stepped forward, stumbing slightly on a fallen branch. My stomach was in knots. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't normal. Ahead of me lie high bushes and trees which I could not see past but, filtering through the branches and leaves was a faint green glow. I kept still, trying to listen to any sound at all, any conversation. But there was nothing. I crept forward, concealing myself behind the bushes and squinting through the branches. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust and at first I could not make anything out.
But after I stood in wait, anxiously for a while, I saw a human figure.
A man's inhumanly muscular, well defined body.
I frowned.
"What the heck is going on here?" I whispered to Millie, who followed my line of vision and cocked her head innocently to the side. "Something's not right. At all." I leant forward, squinting harder. But all I could see was the guy from his side. But what I did see was... beautiful. He was kneeling in a terminator kind of way, one leg higher than the other, his face to the ground. His face was unnaturally perfect, flaunting strong masculine features. He had short, cropped brown hair and his skin was tanned, radiant, immaculate and free from any imperfection. He looked very young, probably my age and his body was amazingly muscular, like a body builders, like an athlete but... better.
And then I noticed he was naked.
I gasped in what could have been shock, humour or excitement. It was probably all three, maybe more. My hand clasped my mouth to stop a scream escaping. My mind was running wild with thoughts. "What the f**k, what the f**k, what the f**k?!", "Should I call the police?", "Is he hurt? Is something wrong with him?!" are examples. I gathered my thoughts as much as possible and dropped my hand from my mouth and peered closer. I watched him as he stood up. He stood very tall, probably 6"4'. Maybe taller. The next thing I noticed were his magnificently crafted hands that looked as if they had never seen a days work. I looked down at my pitiful ones, blistered, lined and dry, and bit my lip. This guy is perfect. What the heck is he doing out here? Alone? Naked? My heart pumped harder and harder in my chest. My head was spinning. My stomach was twisting. I had to get out of here. But something was telling me to stay just a minute longer.
So I did.
But he just stood there, his face towards the ground but his eyes closed. I kept watching until he opened them and I inhaled sharply. His eyes were a sensual shade of olive green which gave him a Mediterranean, but also otherworldly look. He was nothing I'd seen before.
Something wasn't right. I peered closer and squinted harder. There was something on his back but at first I couldn't make it out. I leant forward as far as I could.
I screamed, my hands trembling as I took sight of beautiful, pure white, eagle-like wings stretching out and expanding from his strong back. I held my hand over my mouth, praying he hadn't heard me but his gorgeous eyes glanced my way and my stomach fluttered. I got a good look at his face and my heart melted. He had a strong forehead, chin and nose but luscious eyes, thick, dark eyelashes and full, enticing lips that I my heart ached for. Once he'd noticed me, he stood majestically, straight and tall, giving me a cold and hard but seductive look.
I lifted my gaze from his eyes and stared at the wings.
"N-No. No way..." I mumbled. This can't be. There's no possible way that he's human. No human has wings! No human has eyes so bewitching! No human has skin so perfect and muscles so awe-inspiring and science-textbook-like! I blushed as he held my gaze. He stayed silent, his feathers fluttering in the slight breeze. Then he turned his body towards me, his fists clenched, hatred in his eyes. He stepped closer, spreading his wings like a male peacock fanning its feathers.
"No!" I managed to scream as I fell back and scrambled to find my footing, finally running away, fearing for my life.
I ran all the way back home, not looking back once. It wasn't until I reached the front door of my home, that I realised Millie was still following me. I held my chest with one hand and leant forward to catch my breath. A gentle tear fell from my eyes and Millie licked them away. I bent down and hugged her. After taking Millie back to Auntie Sue and briskly walking home, I ran straight to my bedroom and slammed the door. Leaning against it, I fell to the floor, my chest still heaving and craving oxygen. What I had seen was not normal. Maybe I should have called the police. That guy could have been a serial killer. He could have raped me... I held my head in my hands and shook my head. No. With those muscles of his and those long, well defined legs he would have easily been able to catch up and surpass me. But he didn't. He let me run for it and I should be grateful for that.
I closed my eyes and envisioned that beautiful face, those almond-shaped eyes, that solid physique, those curvaecous, alluring lips. My face felt hot everytime I saw him in my mind. My heart raced, my stomach did flips, my mouth went dry, my hands quivered.
Who was he?
What was he?
Well, with a body like that... With wings as breathtaking as those... He must be...
An Angel.
