Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Everlasting Limitation ❯ The Red-Eyed Angel ( Prologue )

AN: Hello! This story is based off a dream I had, so any likeness to any other material is purely coincidental, I promise! I write purely for fun, not profit, and I adore reviews, but only if they're constructive. Rating may go up in later chapters, but that depends on how the muse is feeling :) Now, lets commence with the story!

 

 

 

Usually when he came to see me, he'd do a hell of a lot more than just stare.

 

Tonight was a bit of a rarity, I thought as his face further blocked my vision. His eyes, normally dark calculating slits, were wide as saucers. He looked as though I had either told him the most shocking thing he had ever heard or he was mocking my reaction to our closeness.

 

Given the fact that I think there is very little in the world that would shock a man with wings and red eyes, I settled for option two. And that fact really pissed me off.

 

“Do you think you're funny?” I hissed. He merely blinked.

 

“What else am I supposed to do when a guy who always whispers at me decides to lie down on top of me?” He cocked an eyebrow at me, which I'm shocked that I could even discern, that's how close his face was. He shrugged, which absolutely infuriated me, and brought his face even CLOSER to mine.

 

“Will you get off?!” It came out as a squeak, partially because we were so close that I swore our lips were touching, but also because I didn't want to breathe in his face. I don't know about the next person, but I'm pretty anal about dental hygiene. It's the first thing I take care of when I wake up, and since I was pretty sure I was still dreaming, I wasn't too confident about how my breath smelled.

 

He finally spoke. “Your eyes are always this wide, yeah?”

 

Seriously?

 

“What the hell-” He cut me off.

 

“And you usually yell at me, so what's going on?” He shifted on top of me. I froze.

 

“I don't know. YOU'RE the one using me as a pillow. You're usually flying around and speaking annoyingly low, so I have no choice but to yell.” I squirmed. “Look, as much as I love carrying on mostly one-sided conversations with myself, this invasion of my dreams is getting pretty old. Do you have something important to tell me, like some kind of premonition?”

 

“Premonition?”

 

“Yeah, like something that's going on in the future.”

 

He raised himself on his elbows and gave me a look that clearly said “I know what the hell `premonition' means,” but spoke to me anyway.

 

“Yeah, I might have something like that.” He straddled my legs, finally allowing me that much needed breath I had been holding. He looked to the sky, his curly hair waving in the sudden breeze. “It's about your Limitation.”

 

Limitation? He had mentioned that before. I looked at him hard. He felt it and focused on my face again.

 

“Yeah, you told me before. I'm well aware of my limits.” He laughed at me.

 

“Not this one. Not your Everlasting one. And yours is pretty dangerous, love.”

 

“What do you mean `Everlasting?' How is it dangerous?” I struggled to stand up but found that I couldn't. “Why can't I move?”

 

“Why do you ask so many questions?” He jeered softly, but he must of saw my face alter dangerously because he hurried on, “ Look, I can't tell you now, `cause I don't even know what it is. But it's coming up to swallow you and her. Like a wave.”

 

He flapped his wings, the great breeze ruffling my hair. Damn, he was leaving without answering anything again.

 

“Wait!” I struggled against my invisible bonds. “Don't leave me like this, you jerk!” My vision was whitening. Don't wake up now damnit!

 

His eyes softened as he hovered over me, but then steeled with an unknown determination. His lips moved once more, and I just barely caught his words.

 

“I'm going to save you, Quinn.”

 

He knew my name? For some reason he was repeating it over and over.

 

“Quinn...”

 

“Quinn...”

 

“QUINN!”

 

I couldn't breathe as something hard smacked me in the face.

 

“QUINN! Get the hell up! We have school!”

 

I groaned.

 

I knew what it was.

 

It was reality.