The wind blowing in though the windows whistled lightly, the curtains swayed gently in the soft breeze and all seemed calm and peaceful and cold and quiet. It was much too quiet to be normal, he reasoned, even the crickets remained quiet. True that every other night had been like this, it had always been like this during the past nights but he did not know why he was feeling so uneasy this night, it was a rather strange feeling which he did not welcome and he wanted it to go away. If his instincts were right, something unpleasant was being cooked up and he was sure it would be happening very soon, and very close by too. He straightened up from his leaning position against the door and sharpened up his senses, his instincts were always never wrong.
The room in which he stood in was small - for him, that is - but it was just the right size of cute for the human child whom he was watching over as she slept calmly and peacefully in her princess modelled pink bed. Pasted all around the room where stickers of Disney's princesses and even the wall paper used in the room was a princess theme wallpaper. He smiled when he remembered how super excited the human girl had been when this room had been redesigned for her. He remembered the feeling he had felt with her because of the bond they shared and he chuckled.
His human was a rather simple child and she took utmost pleasures in the simplest of things, plus she was easy to please. He enjoyed her company greatly even though she was not able to see him as he was not human and he did not show himself physically. He was her guardian Angel and it was his duty to keep her safe and protect her at all times, most especially from forces she could not see with her physical eyes. He took his duty to heart and successfully kept her safe.
Now he watched the girl child breathe softly and calmly in her sleep. Liam loved to watch her, seeing her calm face brought him so much joy, and peace radiated in him. The moon light casted a soft bright light on her sleeping figure through the half opened windows and for a moment he was calm, for a moment, he relaxed. Then almost immediately again, the uneasy feeling he had been feeling before returned to him. He frowned, but then realized that this was not just a feeling any more, because he could see them now, he could see them through the window, slithering in the shadows and heading straight for the house.
He buckled and gritted his teeth in annoyance, he walked forward away from the door and went for the still sleeping girl, he lifted her from the bed and placed her calmly and slowly into her closet, she stirred a little in her sleep but still did not wake up, he smiled and shut the doors quietly. By the time he turned round, the first slithering shadow was already in the room. He unsheathed his sword and he went for the shadow. Slithering shadows were difficult to get because they could easily blend in and hide away in the shadow of another object around them but for Liam, it was not a difficult task.
He sliced the first one quickly as another came in. And then another. And then another. They pooled in quickly and he took them down just as fast but they were just pouring in and the danger was beginning to build up, it frustrated him. He kept at it with a fast pace, equalling their numbers with each slice of his sword until he heard the closet door creak open. He made to turn, to find his human and be assured of her safety but he was unable to turn around no matter how much he tried.
"Liam?" He heard his human whisper his name softly and in a question before he felt a powerful sting behind him and then a wicked laugh erupted. It started slowly from a cute giggle and then it evolved into a monstrous and sinister laugh.
Slowly, very slowly he blacked out.
Liam was pulled out of his dream state and awoken from his sleep when he felt a powerful sting shoot from his wings to his spine and throughout his entire body but he did not react but rather remained perfectly still like he had not felt a thing and he immediately knew that one of his feathers had been plucked. But who would be so bold, so courageous and so daring to pluck the feathers off of a sleeping Angel?
When he opened his eyes to take a look, he had expected to see an animal or a demon or maybe if possibly, another Angel, renegade or not, but what he had not expected was to see her, he narrowed his eyes as he watched her watch him with so much admiration in her own eyes. She was quite small and looked very fragile and she had crouched down really close to him and was stroking his fine white feathers which aligned his wings. She was close enough for him to catch a whiff of her scent. The female was small and her scent was mixed, he could smell both Angel and human. It confused him a little.
A human and Angel scent from her? Was she an Angel hunting for humans in the forest to sell off for a few pieces of gold? If so, then she was not a renegade like him and he hated such Angels because they practiced such inhumane sport of hunting humans, he hated such things with an extreme amount of passion and he frowned deeply. He just might have to teach this small looking Angel a lesson or two on humanity.
She turned her gaze to him suddenly and froze when their eyes locked. He fixed his eyes on hers, those hazel eyes were heavy with so many emotions running wild within them, he could easily tell and asides from evident fear from his sudden gaze, there was also something else in them which he noticed. Was it hurt? He could not exactly place it but he knew that he was close enough, there was definitely more emotions in those heavy, captivating eyes.
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