Chapter 1

"Give her some space, Ben," Lindsay heard her mother say to her father.

Lindsay was already packing to run away. She knew that she wasn't going to back down again like she had always done before.

"She's freaking fifteen for God's sake, Angela. What's wrong with you?" Her father yelled. "My daughter isn't about to lie to me once more to see this Chad boy again!" He spat Chad's name like it was an insult or a bad word.

"Maybe if you stop smothering her and let her be with boys, she wouldn't even be sneaking behind our backs. Nothing would be a problem." Her mother's tone represented grief and aggravation, but she never lost control.

"See, that's the thing, Angela. Maybe. If we don't keep an eye on her, she might bring even worse boys than this boyfriend of hers. Men, even. Who even knows if she's doing that now!"

"Don't be ridiculous now--"

Lindsay did not want to hear anymore of the arguement between her parents. Her father was going to undoubtedly mention her older sister, Clarissa (Clara for short), like in every arguement they had involving Lindsay herself. She abruptly opened the window slide and climbed out. She lightly landed on the grass in her backyard and made it safely. Lindsay did not bother to be sneaky with her escape plan because her parents were loud enough already to be oblivious to anything she was doing in her bedroom.
Lindsay felt more courageous than ever before because she felt free when she didn't get caught with breaking the rules. She had always wanted to be a rebel but she was too afraid about being caught and punished by her dad.
The best part was that no one could stop her simple plan once she went through the first phase of actually leaving without getting noticed by anyone. After phase one came phase two; wait for Chad to come pick her up in a small alley near a tavern. Lindsay knew that those kinds of places were unsafe for a girl like her but Chad would never put her in danger (she trusted him completely with all her heart).
Chad had never let her down before and he said one time that he never will.

"I will always be there for you," he had said with his soft, velvety voice.

Chad might have not even looked the part as the sensitive, caring, and gentle boyfriend but he had definitely made up for it with being practically perfect. They have been together for almost a year and Chad had never shown any sign lust over Lindsay's well-being. He had always said that he would whenever she was ready.
Once Lindsay arrived at the exact place Chad told her to be in, she checked her watch and patiently waited for him to meet her. She was about two minutes late but a few minutes couldn't matter. After a short while, she dropped her duffel bag on her feet and crossed her arms, feeling a bit insecure.
More minutes had passed and Lindsay started to grow frantic, darting her eyes at every person who walked by or who spared a glance at her. The weather even changed without her knowing it. Now she started to feel unsafe. She checked her watch again; ten minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Chad anywhere. So many emotions sprung out of her and she suddenly grew panicked. Was he not going to get her? Was he just going to leave her here in this strange, dark place? Those questions frightened her so much that she automatically reached into her bag to pull out her sister's cell phone.
At first, she didn't know what to do with it, and then had the slightest idea of calling her folks to come get her. No. She would get into so much trouble and her dad would probably whack her with a stick. He never did that unless she did something wickedly devious--this trick would probably be in that page. Clarissa obviously doesn't know where her cell phone was either because she was in rehab for a while. Her recovery still continued.
Lindsay knew what she was going to do to use the cell phone. The answer was clearly in front of her.

"Hello, Chad?"

"Oh... Hey. Linds." His tone showed awkwardness like he wasn't expecting her call. "Why are you using your sister's phone?" He quickly asked before Lindsay could ask where he was.

"I kind of stole it from her while she's still at the hospital. I said 'screw it' and took it because she wasn't going to use it anyways, right?" She rambled on.

When she was close to hyperventilation, she tended to constantly explain with unnessesary details.

"Yeah--" A static sound interrupted Chad's simple response and the noise went on that way.

"Hello? Chad? Helloo." Lindsay lightly banged on the phone but there was no improvement in the reception. "Hello, are you still there? Speak."

Suddenly, the irritating noise stopped and the dial tone replaced it.

"Damn it," she cursed with her high-pitched voice.

She put the mobile back in her back and rubbed her arms. The weather started to get unseasonably cold and windy at six o' clock in the evening. That was when she got entirely terrified and slammed her back against the wall.
Lindsay was raised to be a girl who didn't break rules, did not secretly date and definitely not go off by herself. Alone. She was undoubtedly petrified with being alone. She always had someone with her in places like this--mostly her father.
Lindsay shivered, then sat down and leaned on the wall she rammed into. Close to tears, she took the cell phone out again and decided to dial Chad's number again.
She gasped in despair. "What are you doing?" She squeaked.
The person ripped the helpless technology into large pieces. A spark was even made from the masochistic assault. Lindsay had her hands gripping on her duffel bag like it was her life. She had no room to run because the person had already occupied the space. She then felt claustophobic.
It was like staring into the eyes of death. It was the way that person was glaring at her.

"Don't! Please! Don't! No!" Lindsay pleaded.

Her hands shook but still locked on to her bag. She was practically crouched in a ball--in order for her to not look at the fear.

She should have stayed home and moped around in the house instead of exaggerating into such measures. She should have stolen a better cell phone if the pain was too strong for holding in her actions. She should have waited somewhere else.

Tears started to spring out of her eyes. It appeared that everyone disappeared and out of sight, so there was no help.

She screamed anyways. "Somebody! Somebody, please! Help me!"


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Chapter 2

Lindsay had only managed to see an outline of the figure who was supposedly crazy. In her vision, it looked to be night time but she knew it was not true; hours could not have passed because she should have been dead in a second. She waited for her quick, upcoming demise. If her death was not coming soon, the person would cause her pain and then do what he or she needed to do. Lindsay had only thought of suffering, but... it still did not commence.
Was it endless seconds ticking by?
Ironically, the person swiftly grabbed her collar and it went black. Lindsay didn't even endure the pain. Although, she still panicked as she lay unconscious because it could not be that simple.
Nothing... Nothing more.
Lindsay's eyes slowly slid open. At half-way, when she finally gained consciousness, her eyes fluttered wide open. Once she found her body in a full-lying position, she sat back up like she came back from the dead. Lindsay gasped, shocked about where she was, and terribly confused. Where was she? Where was that person? She edged her neck back and forth over again to watch for some sign of familiarity... None. Of course there was not anything known to her in where she was.
On the contrary, Lindsay found herself in a small hotel-like room. Fancy and stylish--definitely expensive. She wondered who could have afforded...

"Where is he?" Lindsay scowled.

She was certain that it was a male because a woman could not have carried her without being noticed (but that was just an accurate assumption). She decided to get up from the tiny bed and fell over on her face.
The scarlet red covers jumped after her and covered her legs. She then noticed that her legs were numb. She still had feeling when they was not moving, but if they moved about an inch, an effect occurred along the muscles. Lindsay harshly removed the delicate blanket, grabbed one leg and squeezed it. A strange feeling swirled amoung the part she touched. She grunted as she tried to get herself back up from the ground--at least in a sitting position.
She struggled for a couple of minutes until she finally got back on the bed--the floor was no better.
Lindsay felt dizzy, seeing differents colours out of nowhere; the energy had been taken away from her. How long has she slept? She looked around for a clock and found one on a night stand at the other side the room; ten thirty-four at night.

"Damn it!" She hissed.

She tried to move her legs again but the energy failed her and the limping body parts flopped back down on the edge of the bed.

"Glad to see you're awake," a male's voice murmured. It was so soothing his voice, but felt very wrong.

She jumped, surprised to hear another presence in the room. Lindsay darted her head all around the room, but there was still no one to be found. Suddenly, a guy walked in, wearing a velvet red robe, looking to be around his late teens--seventeen or eighteen.

"I suspect that you do not know where you are."

"Who are you? Where am I? What did you do!" Lindsay questioned with poison in her voice.

"I have just saved your life. Now, I don't expect a thank you yet because you are too confused to know what was going on."

"Where am I?" Her ferocious attitude smoothed out, thanks to the anonymus man's velvety tone.

This man reminded her of Chad; Chad had the same soothing voice which made her go down to her knees and neutrally melt. Although, she did not melt this time. It was not the time to be in the romantic state.

"You are in my hotel room. Is that so surprising?"

"Yes," Lindsay answered. The question wasn't meant to be answered to. "You have to explain... This."

Lindsay lifted one motionless leg with both hands to indicate the man's doing.

"My name is Jaden Walker, in case you wanted to know."

Lindsay showed sarcastic countenance as she smiled in fake-delight. "Nice to meet you, Jaden. Now are you going to kill me? Or not?"

Jaden lightly laughed finding it amusing somehow--there was no sign of mockery whatsoever which made Lindsay wonder.

"Your sarcasm makes me question your thoughts. Tell me, what is your name?"

Lindsay was a second away from actually replying to that question, but held back and ended up boiling mad. "Why should I tell you my name when you kidnapped me?"

That soft chuckle of his... "Because it is common courtesy to basically introduce yourself, when another person has presented theirs."

She scowled. She couldn't say anything to debate against that, so she obeyed what he insisted she do. "Lindsay Call. Now what are you gonna do with me?"

Lindsay preferred to deal with the present, and confront the nessessary parts of the past later.

"Get you recovered from your wounds and you'd be all set to go."

"What wounds?" She questioned.

She involentarily checked her arms, stomach, chest, and waist. Nothing but a bandage was plastered on her stomach. She then felt the rough surface of a band-aid on her cheek and forehead. She rushed through all the taped up parts of her face before she turned to face Jaden again. He was cautiously staring at her with warm eyes.
Lindsay felt herself calm down as well, but fought back to keep alarmed. She shouldn't be neutral at a time like this and she should be calling her parents to come get her. She didn't care if she was going to get beaten with a stick once she got home.

Lindsay looked down with sad eyes. She whimpered, "I want to go home."

"Everybody wants to go home after a traumatic time like this but... you cannot help but live with it," Jaden explained.

He walked forward and sat on the bed she was in and looked at her straight in the eyes even though she wasn't looking back.

"What do you mean?" She felt like a baby asking an undetailed question.

"You have to wait here for three weeks until your life is permanently determined," he flatly said.

"What!"

She almost fell over trying to get out of bed again, but luckily, Jaden caught her by her lanky arms. It felt too intimate with the romantic colours flashing along the whole room while this mysterious man touched her.

"Thanks," she managed to utter, blushing a little.

"You're welcome." His voice seemed more faint to bring a dramatic effect into the moment.

Lindsay pulled away and stared only at the blanket, trying to figure things out in silence. Jaden rose from his place and sat in a comfy cushion couch. He patiently waited for something to happen.

"Three weeks?" Lindsay murmured. She finally had the courage to look at him in the eyes, but not too strongly or she would fall faint. "Why? Please. Explain."

Jaden deeply sighed, then hesitated whether or not he should tell her the unknown of another kind.

"Between human, angel, dark angel... or death," he slowly said. He said each word like it has further meaning to it.

"Wait, what? What do you mean by angels? Death?" She emphasized through her teeth.

"You ask a lot of questions. Please, let me continue."

She waited as Jaden sucked in a breath.

Chapter 3

"It is not so difficult to explain about the rules to the Angelic Theory," Jaden started. "Well, that's because I have repeated it over and over to many victims."

Victims?

"So you call it the... Angel Theory?" Lindsay questioned, disobeying Jaden's small request.

"Angelic Theory, my dear," he corrected. "Please, let me continue to ease your severe confusion."

All Lindsay did was frown; that remark was considered an insult to her.

Jaden cleared his throat. "I'm starting with your particular story; you've been beaten and almost molested."

Shivers went through her arms and neck.

"I am a protector, knowing this will happen. I was in the neighbourhood and spotted a middle-aged gentleman strangling a young lady. The young lady was unconscious meaning she did not even know what was going on. So, naturally, I got rid of the unnessesary man and happened to acknowledge that the young woman was too close to death. She was far too young to have her life end so I saved her by... well, biting her wrist to plant my venom in her veins."

"Wait, wait, wait. Woah, woah, woah. You did what?" No matter soft and old-fashioned his voice was, Lindsay still got freaked out by part of the story.

"I bit you," he answered a matter-of-factly.

Then Lindsay let him continue on, ready to again listen attentively. "That was your story. Now, here comes the Angelic Theory. Once I brought you here and cleaned your wounds and such, I wondered what you were going to be--remain human? Revert into an angel? Dark angel? Or are you going to die? The vemon has those options which randomly choose your fate."

"Why did you bite me then if I have a twenty-five percent chance of dying?" Lindsay's tone was full-on panicked and not a trace of calmness entered her.

She always panicked and exaggerated (though today, there was a perfect reason to act such a way).

"It's better than you being one-hundred percent dead, am I right?"

Lindsay had nothing to rebut, so she looked away from Jaden's gorgeous face and kept quiet.

"I am an angel--the kind who does good and who does good deeds. A dark angel are considered devils, only they are not. The devil passed away long ago, leaving his children behind to do evil deeds. The dark angels and pure angels are natural competitors on whoever succeeds in chances of people being either a pure or dark angel. Dark angels and pure angels act differently, have different purposes, but, we act so similar in routines. It's complicated, I would have to tell you afterwards.

Then again, if you remain a human or join the afterlife, nothing happens. The competition does not involve you anymore unless, if you're a human and you get bitten again." He chuckled on the last part.

Lindsay stood completely frozen, incredulous to the 'theory' he was telling. It made no sense--it was unbelievable, abnormal, inhuman... Maybe the whole entire world which she thought was normal was inhuman. Maybe humanity was always like this--fill with angels--and it was considered normal.
She was part of this world. It was a good seventy-five percent chance that her life would completely change for good--or not even survive at all. Lindsay had to dwell for three weeks until the experience ends permanently. Even if she stayed hman, her memory would never fade about the angel who took her in, almost changed her life. If she was an old woman, she would tell everyone, though the people would typically call her crazy walk away. Lindsay had a futuristic flashback about all those possibilities in three seconds. It went by so fast, yet, it was believable.

Lindsay snapped her head to Jaden's direction. "Why are you telling me all this anyway? I mean, there's still a chance that I would definitely be human again, so your stories were a waste. And, what if I told other people? Huh? Would it be a secret anymore? Wait, is it even a secret?"

Jaden glared at Lindsay with his bold eyes, with no smile on his face anymore. "You partially lose yourself in becoming either us or them--I wouldn't have time to explain what's going on because you would be off to work automatically. You wouldn't acknowledge who you are or even know what you're even doing until you properly encounter another angel.

If you remain human, you would forget everything that had happened; forget everything you acknowledged about an angel. There... does that explain things?"

"... Y-yes," she stuttered.

Lindsay then felt a bit guilty about threatening Jaden about telling other mortals the inhumanity. It was also hard to follow with the theory; there were so many possibilities and specifics to four catagories.
And weren't angels supposed to have fluffy wings? Aren't they supposed to glow? Aren't the devils (dark angels) supposed to stay in Hell? Like-wise with the good angels--aren't they up in heaven? Then again, of course, those tales were only stereo-types but it was quite astonishing to encounter a real-live angel in the same room with you, without any trace of those rumours. For goodness sake, angels bite people.

"Good, now that you understand. You're quite the snobby one, aren't you?"

"Why are you the old-fashioned one?" Lindsay shot back.

"It's my upbringing. I really do think that I relate to your so-called boyfriend with that fake tone-of-voice of his."

What did Jaden mean by fake? How did he even know that Lindsay had a boyfriend!

"Okay, you're starting to creep me out. You still haven't told me everything--I'm guessing it's an angel thing?"

"Yes, actually, it is." Jaden casually walked over and scanned over Lindsay's features in a seemingly seductive way. "If us angels touch you on the forehead--" He demonstrated with his own hand, lightly pressing it onto her creasing forehead. "--we know everything there is to know about you. Although, it only works on humans. And the power mainly works during dreams; when you are asleep." He lifted his hand and poked the same spot where he touched with his index finger. "It is more difficult to see and hear your thoughts when you're awake because there are so many things going on in the brain. When the mind is free from volentary movement, dreams and thoughts from the subconscious easily wanders around. Common sense is part of volentary movement--it's practically a routine you have known almost all your life but you still acknowledge it yourself. Our power powerfully triggers the subconscious; the part of the brain here it knows everything--even the unknown in your case."

All the facts and information Lindsay needed to know did not seep in quick enough. She had to think about it hard in order to memorize the theory.

"Then what do you know that I don't know?" Lindsay asked.

"That your companion is, indeed, a player. It was actually pretty obvious to the average human eyes, but you it wasn't for you."

She growled. Why did Jaden insist on insulting her time and again?

"Chad is not a player! He had loved me from the very beginning; he's always there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on, and he's always there when I'm in a crisis, and he never cared cared if I'm younger than him. He also has the best boyfriend qualities. I don't need to explain that to you."

"I acknowledge the obvious picture when he is around you. I saw every time you chickened out with running away, he wasn't going to meet you anywhere anyways, so you had simply gotten lucky all those times except for now."

Lindsay gasped as Jaden's abruptness and his straight-forward attitude. "No! How do you know? You said angels could sort-of read minds, not stalk other people in touch with the person."

Jaden sighed in frustration. Lindsay was a persistant one.

"Lindsay, do you remember one of the times when you backed away from your plans to run away? The one where you called Chad and his mother said he went out with friends?"

"Yes. That was just an excuse to get out of the house."

"Wrong. You called his cell phone with your own, and he was at a popular bar."

"Chad said it was crowded around the area. He barely made it through."

"He never came looking for you. Your subconscious told me that you had forgotten that, the next day, you overheard Chad's friend boast about how Chad lapdanced with a harlot. You barely heard the conversation, trying to tune them out, but your mind had certainly absorbed it."

"What? No!" Lindsay shrieked. "How can I believe you? You don't know Chad the way I do. You could be making this stuff up just so I would be upset." She was close to tears.

Lindsay desparately did not want to believe the stories Jaden was telling her. She didn't want to believe it, but at the same time, she believed it. Her other invisible half turned paranoid and then she wanted to hear more.

Nothing came out of Jaden. He respectfully allowed Lindsay to silently express her emotions and figure things out.

"How long have you been listening in?"

"Almost the whole time before you woke up."

"Well that's nice to hear. How many hours?"

Jaden shrugged. "A couple, I guess."

She knew that he didn't want to get her even more upset so he came up with that casual answer. It didn't fool her.

"Oh, great. I got my own personal stalker."

"Oh, please. I would hardly call it that."

"Then what would you call it?"

"My job for the accurate theory. I admit, little of the purpose on why I looked in your mind longer was curiousity because your life is a bit fascinating, and yet, it isn't. I am not sure how to explain it but I'll try; you have a boring life, but it is amusing with what you do in it."

Lindsay huffed. "I still think you're lying about Chad."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"I have done enough bickering for today. You are a short-tempered one, aren't you?"

"People have said... but it didn't keep Chad from loving me!"

"Give it a rest. It's late. Go to bed." He said flat out.

His response to the on-going arguement was unexpected, but predictable.

"Whatever..."

"Goodnight."

"... I don't fel safe with you going around my head."

"Don't worry; I have sleuthed enough for me to know pretty much everything."

"Goodnight, then."

"See you in the morning."

Once Jaden went back down the hallway and into his personal bedroom (while Lindsay occupied the pull-out sofa), she grumbled, "Whatever" again.

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