Hunter's Chorus

The image of the Moon over the lake was constantly disturbed by the tiny ripples rising from below the surface. The endless silence irritated him. He needed something to assure him he was headed in the right direction but the only sounds that got to his ears were there cacophony of the dark come to life - sleeping nature and night scavengers.

He put his hand to the ground, eyes closed, listening for her heartbeat. He had been trained severally for this but only she made his task onerous.

He listened.

Nothing.

He cursed under his breath. Damn! She was good.

Her kind freely risking the Earth had probed to be an incubus to their plans. They had to be wiped off - a special task he was trained for. A special task only his people could carry out smoothly. A Nadir was what he was, what they called themselves, having the special task of exterminating Angels.

Ashely was still, her heart beat steady. She clung to the tree branch like it was her raison d'etre, which in a way wasn't far from the truth. Nadirs had the sharpest ears of the forbidden creatures, a little extra noise would alert him of her exact position, but she needed to climb higher, if she could it would give her enough time to transform and escape before he would get to her.

From where she was she could see him as clear as day - just the way Angels functioned. They couldn't see darkness - standing by the edge of the lake, he had his back towards her, his head slowly moving from left to right registering every sound.

Taking soft deep breaths, she resumed her climbing, reached out for the branch above and gave it most of her weight. Asked regretted immediately because it bent,, then snapped, sending her crashing to the ground. No time, she hurtled to he feet.

His head turned at the sound as he narrowed his scarlet red eyes and locked unto the figure that fled him. He ran as fast as lightening, as smooth as the wind, his cape flying wildly around him like bits of umbrella. He heard her call a name and under the split milk of the Moon he saw her get off the ground, gone was the body hug, leather war suit she had worn, in it's places was a white apparel which adorned her glowing skin and two mighty wings. In two flaps she would be gone. She was fast. He was faster. It filled his vain unthinking heart with pride. He leaped, unsheathed two blades and landed on top of her, bringing her to the ground and pinning her by the shoulder. She screamed, hit liquid gold sipped out from where the blade broke her skin.

"You feel pain?" He smirked. "You've been human for too long, you're becoming one of them!" He twisted the blades. She grabbed his hands, burning the part of his skin which she held.

"Angels can't be killed." She pulled the blades out and her skin sealed itself, leaving no trace of breakage.

"No, but they can be transformed." With a flick of his wrist he had one hand free and on her throat and in an instant his lips locked hers, but he felt nothing.

His eyes opened and she was gone, like spectrums of white light vanishing into the break of day. She had escaped him.

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