House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 6 (Clare)

Clare took the corner when she saw trouble shaped in the form of a car. The light captured her figure and the music grew louder as the car lowered speed. The front window wound down and she turned her head to the white Chevrolet, which was full of men. The one in the front seat mocked her in a drunken deep Indian accent “Hey, what’s your name, where are you going? come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

She frowned with saliva thick in her mouth. For a second she contemplated bolting it, but looking up at the sky she screamed, “God how about some help, or miracle will do.”

When she heard them laughing in the car, she caught the whiff of alcohol, they were plastered, and most likely on something more. Her fear rose to panic and she kicked her legs into a sprint. Building her speed, she ran the corner she needed to take to get to the hill she came from. She wished she’d stayed with the other guys, they seemed safer, scarier, and stronger, but safer,

“Aarck” she screamed as she sprinted down the road toward what she hoped was safety. The men continued to follow her in the car, laughing and mocking her attempts. They drove down the road and for a moment her body slowed in instant relief, thinking they lost interest. But no, the car paused a few blocks below and parked off, waiting. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She ran down the hill thinking she could pass them before any ONE of them jumped out of the car, and possibly duck in one of the hotels. To her disgruntled surprise and horrible luck, a bald guy from the back seat jumped out. He was fat with a thick silver chain locked around his neck and slightly shorter than Clare.

Clare ran, going deeper on the pavement to avoid him.

The man grabbed her as she passed the car. She screamed as loud as she could, “HELP!, HELP ME.” She kicked his shin and elbowed him in his big belly. He cursed in pain swearing her profanities but let her go even if it was with a hard shove. She stumbled but didn't lose balance.

The men in the car threatened her with bodily harm but didn't jump out. Checking the road for any cars or signs of life, she looked profusely from side to side, but there wasn’t any.

She turned at the sound of the fat guy now a few feet away, screaming like a woman. Spying the wetness on his jeans, and twisted position of his leg she was shocked, it looked broken. Clare didn't think she could've kicked him that hard, could she?

Bending over, hands to her knees, ignoring the men in the car while trying to catch her breath. The banging on the window frightened her at the thought of them jumping out, causing her to lose her balance. A sharp pain tore through Clare’s left shoulder as she fell, landing hard on an idle brick in the center of the pavement. Her face contorted with discomfort. Squeezing her eyes shut, she opened them slowly looking up into the darkness.

“What the hell..”

With her right hand, she rubbed at her eyes, not certain or believing what she was seeing was real. Pulse racing, breathing escalating she was definitely seeing something, and it was falling from the sky, at a missile speed,

“Can shit get any deeper!?”

Ignoring the men in the car, her focus detained on the descending object that now looked an awful lot like a meteor.

Why did it seem like her time to die. Maybe it was all a dream and she was asleep in her room.

Unfortunately, the pain in her shoulder quickly assured her of how real it was, and if that wasn't enough, the carload of angry men who still scorned her would have done the job.

Lost in the fire blaze that just kept falling way too fast, she was mute besides for the two words that split her lips, “holy shit.”

Pushing herself up, moving in a backward crawl, using her heels and her hands, and ignoring the pain that tore with every flex of her shoulder. The men in the car oblivious to what was now so close still screamed saying the only hell knew what. They were the least of her problems. She was too busy gawking at the fiery light dying down as it drew closer and closer.

Clare screamed and screamed, her lungs hurt, her shoulder desperate for restraint, until finally in front of her, stood

a man,

She had no idea where he'd come from, well she did, it was the light or meteor thing. Shit, this wasn’t happening, she was supposed to go for a walk and get back. Crazy guys in leather and drunken ass wipes weren’t part of the plan. And a guy that glowed like he'd been sent straight down from heaven, had no business being anywhere, holy shit, was he an Angel.

The mysterious man landed on his right knee and one really large hand firmly splayed on the stone ground. And at that moment her mouth blurted loudly, “oh thank you god.”

He stood up like some sort of savior with feet plastered to the ground and legs slightly parted. Blocking Clare from the other men which she thought was the bravest thing to do.

His attention focused solely on her as his voice drifted through her like molten lava, “I am not god.” He then gifted her with the cockiest and leg melting smile she had ever seen. Which sent shock waves coursing through her body, as her cheeks turned crimson.

She caught the streaks of ginger or was it orange, and black that made up the color of his hair, as the wind blew the volcanic mass in his undefined gorgeous face.

The hue of his eyes remained a mystery but for the shimmering ray of light that glowed behind it. What the hell was this guy. Corded muscles displayed his long length as his ripped v waist peaked out of his loosely fitted shirt as the wind blew from the west.

His muscular arms hidden in the loose long-sleeved shirt he wore were enough to leave a lot to the imagination. The silky fabric teased a woman, but what made him sinful was his juicy dark pink lips that looked ripe, if only she ...., eyes widening she gaped at the direction of her thoughts.

What the hell is wrong with me, she groaned inwardly. Why was she feeling like this all of a sudden? Why couldn't she stop staring? It was like his body gave off instant heatwaves flooding her senses with intimate emotions that she knew was not the time or place for.

There was something in his features and the piercings in his ears that gave a dark impression. He was no average boyfriend material, well not any material, unless it came with lots and lots of heat.

He stood there watching her like he had no deterrence of looking away. Her heartbeat knocked hard in her chest.

THUMP, THUMP. Raging with insanity to get out of its confines, her heartbeat was fierce, while his spellbinding gaze sucked the leftover adrenaline she had in her. Drained and suddenly light-headed, she hunched herself further toward the floor still gazing at him through a curtain of long lashes with unmasked amazement.