I was still fuming from my encounter with Deichi, so I was little surprised to see someone in front of me when I emerged from the brush. I hadn't sensed him at all. I stiffened from the surprise. He was an angel. A fallen angel. I changed into a vampire, one I had highly respected.
"So you're a shifter. Do yourself a favor and walk away. I dont wish to hurt you, but i wont let you hurt me either," the angel told me.
I smirked, "You cannot hurt me, for I have a vast army in my collection. I could kill you in a single second." Then, a thought occured to me. I had a fallen angel in my collection. How fitting. I could kill him should he make a move towards me being one of his own kind.
I morphed into the fallen angel, my eyes narrowing, daring him to take me on. I was still in a mood for a fight, but I wasn't sure of his motives. If he wouldn't attack, things would be great.
I heard Phyllis emerge from the brush, and I wondered if the guys followed. Were they coming or had I really pissed them off. I shook my head. Stupid angel that always cares about others. It was the only reason why I hated being in this form as fallen angels were quite powerful.
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