The Girl With A Synthetic Halo

Katharine was born in 1898 in the late Victorian era. She was literally dropped off at the doorstop of an orphanage. She doesn't know her birthday, she doesn't know her parents, and she doesn't know her last name. She doesn't even know her ethnicity. All she knows is that she stopped aging sometime in the 1920's. The mafia attempted to murder her and her love, but they only succeeded in taking her love, not her life. Almost a century later, Niall falls into her life. A descendant of her true love, and his spitting image, and after she finds out what she is, he becomes some one she needs to protect with her life.

A/N: So my first story on here, and I don't really know where I'm going with it. But Give me opinions, and I don't think that 'The Girl With A Synthetic Halo' is accurate, because her halo is real. So ideas??(:

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7. Cornered.

The smell of trash and mold filled the alley way and I cringed. Why me? Why didn't I bring my gun? Today was perfect. I don't care how much they hurt me, but I hope they don't steal my... virtue.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?" The man with the cigarette's voice called out to me. Shit. It's excuse time.

"Going to meet some friends, they're expecting me." I make up.

"Well, sorry sweetheart, but they're going to be missing you." His voice gave me chills, but not in the same way that Niall's did.

I start to run, but before I know it I'm at a dead end. I turn around, pressing my back up against the cold brick wall. Tears start to prick up my eyes. The only thing I have left is my dignity, I don't want them to take that away from me. He saunters up to me, his friend trailing behind him, and he uses his pocket knife to pull down my hoodie's zipper.

"Now, if you scream, I will slowly plunge this knife into you, and make it last. And it will hurt. You will do as I say, or else our time together will be much longer and... painful."

I nod, afraid my voice will betray me. Then I pray, in my head, to god that I don't know if he's listening. For once in a long time, I'm absolutely terrified. Dear god, I don't know if you can hear me, but help me. Please, please, help me. I don't want this to happen, I'm starting to get it right again. I know I haven't prayed in a long time, but I will. I swear, I 'll pray more, and donate to charity, whatever you want, just save me.

After I think the words 'save me' a breeze comes. Not a cold November wind, but a warm August wind. I instantly feel comforted, and suddenly my head snaps to the right as some thing makes a loud popping sound. There are sparks coming out of a street lamp that just... combusted? Suddenly, I have a warm, light blue aura surrounding me, and the men are out cold.

I look back up, my spine still pressing against the bricks. There is a pure gold aura illuminating the alley way, and inside it was a man who looked like he should be in a Calvin Klein magazine. He had honey blonde hair that did the 'Edward Cullen' swoop down pat, crystalline blue eyes that mirrored fresh spring water, and skin that looked like he had baked in the sun for just the perfect amount of time. The thing that made him even more unique was the gold flecked angel wings protruding out of his back, I imagined they were at least 5 feet long. He was hovering a foot above me, and all I could do is gape. 

"Y-You're.." I stutter

"An angel?" his voice sounds like music, a harp to be precise, but more masculine.

"Beautiful." I gasp. He chuckles, obviously amused.

"I'm Uriel. My name means 'God's light', as you can see."

My heart has finally calmed down by this point. "And your an angel?" I asked skeptically, although there aren't many logical reasons for the wings. Or the golden light pouring off of him.

"Don't look so unsure. You, my dear, are an angel as well."

"Then where are my wings?" I ask, suddenly confused

"Wings aren't just given, you have to earn them. You were put on this earth for a reason, Amara Elliana."

"... My name is Katharine."

"That is your earthly name, not your heavenly name."

"Okay, so what does it mean?"

"Amara means 'eternal' and Elliana means 'gift from god' in Latin."

"So why did you come now, where were you June 13, 1924?"

"Did you ask for help?"

I'm taken aback by this. I hadn't even considered praying, or asking for help. I mean, I hadn't known I was immortal then. So I stay silent for a minute, contemplating what would have happened if I had asked. After a somewhat awkward silence, he speaks once again.

"Any more questions Amara?"

"Just 2: How long will those creeps be out for, and you said I was here for a reason, so what's that reason?"

"The men will wake up at roughly 7:00 a.m. and they'll have a pretty sore head. And you, are here as a gift from god."

"To who? And what am I supposed to do?!"

"To a young man that you fancy. And make sure he stays safe. To put it simply, you are his guardian angel."

"Why does he need me to protect him?"

"He is destined to do great things, Amara."  And before I could say another word, the alluring Uriel disappeared with a flash.

So I'm guessing that means that I need to get my wings.... but how? And will it hurt? And I need to Google Uriel. Google tells me almost everything I need to know. I jog back to my apartment and pull out my laptop. I go to the search engine and type in 'Uriel the angel'. I click on the first link:

'Uriel is considered the wisest of the Archangels because of his creative thinking, easy solutions, and insight. He is incredibly subtle though,' Subtle my ass. He was about as subtle as a train. I go back to the results and click on the next one.

'Uriel the Archangel of purity, was considered the mightiest in heaven, and second to none other that Michael,' I was saved by one of the most powerful angels? Woah. 'Uriel was in command of all heaven's armies. He is also referred to as the angel of repentance, which is sorrow for any past sin.' I guess that makes sense. But I'm done reading this.

I flip my computer closed and check the time: 1:00 am. Wow, 3 hours for that whole ordeal to happen. Time for bed, I guess. I change into grey sweats and keep on my blue camisole. Amara. I could get used to that, I guess.

 

(A/N: I know that there are people reading this, so I wanna know what ya'll think. Pretty please? (: Oh and, if you want, I can incorporate your name, if you're nice. Either comment or email me at: alysha.thomas@hotmail.com (: And guyyyyysssss. One like? :33 I'd spontaneously combust then regenerate of happiness. Just kidding (: But, it'd make me smile. Really big. Or hell, just comment an opinion. <3 )

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