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The darkness of the night enveloped me in its chilly embrace while the moon smiled down as I walked.  I had taken the same route home from work on a nightly basis for a few months now, ever since my car died on me.  I was a creature of habit, and stubborn as a bull.  I paid attention to my surroundings, I stayed in well-lit areas, and I did what everyone is told to do when they’re in school: don’t talk to strangers.  It was a 30 minute walk from Stacey’s Pub to my apartment on East 45th Street, and I never ran into any trouble.  I tugged my jacket zipper up to protect myself from the cold.  Everything felt normal, somewhat, until I heard footsteps behind me.  Usually, nobody else was on the sidewalk at 2AM, unless it was Billy the Homeless Guy, who I befriended with a sandwich and a bottle of Gatorade.

It’s probably just someone else walking home from work, I told myself.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” a man’s voice called from behind me, and my heart sank into my stomach.

I dug around in the deep pockets of my jacket for my pepper spray, ready to do damage if this guy tried to hurt me, but I couldn’t find it.  Panic swept through my veins, and my senses moved into a state of high alert.  “Sorry, babe, I snuck that pesky pepper stuff out of your coat while you were working.  I couldn’t let it get in the way of our time together.”

My instinct told me to not even bother looking back, so I didn’t.  Instead, I started screaming and I propelled myself forward.  With adrenaline pumping its way through my body, I quickened to a sprinting pace, hell-bent on getting away from whoever was behind me.  I swung my arms by my sides to make me go faster, yet went tumbling down onto the harsh pavement after something hit me between the shoulder blades.  I yelped as my body convulsed, as if I had been electrocuted.  “G-Get away from me!  Help!”  I struggled to scream as my attacker knelt down above me with his hand cupping my chin, his fingertips pressing deeply into my cheeks.

“Shh, nobody is out this late at night.  I’ve been watching you for quite some time now, Alex.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks as he pinned my arms down by my head.  “Take my money, take my purse, just let me go!”  I tried kicking my feet, and attempted a few times to knee him in the groin, yet to no avail.  “Let me go!  Don’t kill me!”

Kill you?  What do you think I am, some kind of murderer?”  He laughed and shook his head while his knees dug themselves into my thighs.  “I don’t want your money, Alex.  I want something that money can’t buy.”  He held both of my wrists tightly against the ground as his free hand dug in his pocket and retrieved a knife.  It glowed brightly as he dug it through the flesh of his forearm, making him hiss.  He then used the blade to cut an intricate pattern on the inside of my wrist.  I continued to cry and beg for him to stop, because not only did the knife cut me, but it felt like it was burning my skin.

“Alex, you will thank me later for this,” he smiled as he switched hands and pressed his forearm, oozing black blood, onto my wrist.  For a moment, I felt nothing, and then my eyes rolled back into my head as I began to convulse.  I couldn’t see what was happening anymore, but I could still hear, and I could feel.  I felt ice and fire burning through my body, and this gnawing pain in my chest.  I also no longer felt the weight of his body on me anymore.

“Samael, you think you’re such a sneaky bastard, don’t you?”  Another voice, one I thought I had heard before but wasn’t sure, growled.  I heard some scuffing around, and some pained cries, before the sound of bones breaking.  “This will be the last human you harm, and once you regain the strength to travel, you can send that message to your boss for me.”

I finally began to go numb, until I felt a hand caress my cheek and I heard a sigh.  “Alex, fight it.  I’m going to take some of it away, but the rest of the poison is going to stay inside you.  Just hold on, okay?”  If I could’ve moved, I would’ve nodded.  I felt the same hand, which was slightly rough, touch the cuts on my wrist.  The numbness slowly transformed into a comforting warmth, as if I was sitting beside a fireplace.  Eventually, I was able to open my eyes again, and found myself looking at Billy the Homeless Guy.

“Billy?”  My voice sounded incredibly dazed as I noted his features; the ice blue eyes and the long brown hair, the tan skin and the beard.

He smiled.  “Actually, the name’s Gabriel, and I’m an angel.  You haven’t done much right in your life, Alex, but the day you fed me was the day you gained a guardian.”