Vampire Angels??

Bottom line, this is the story of Angel, a high school student. She isn't your average high school student. She's dark. She used to be a normal human, until her parents gave her up for scientific testing at age five. They gave her wings, but of course they didn't stop there. Now, in addition to the wings, she has fangs. Perfect...not. She's used to being a loner, until the new boy decides to come and sit with her. Will she change her mysterious ways and make a friend? Or will she ignore Dallas just like she does with the rest of the student body. Read on to find out...


4. Chapter 2

Angel's p.o.v.

"So, you're the new kid." I said, putting my book down. The boy with the sandy brown hair and blue eyes nodded.

"I'm Angel. Piece of advice. Stay away from me, or things will get ugly," I said, as the bell rang.

      I gathered my things and left to p.e., the only class that I can't stand. I could feel Dallas's eyes watching me as I walked away.

     After I had changed into my ugly gym clothes and put on a lot of sunscreen, I headed out to see the gym coach waving me over. I groaned inwardly as I slowly made my way to her.

"Yes Coach Grayson?" I asked her. Most coaches are fat, but she's buff. Like, disgusting buff.

"You know we've started sparing last week, and you're the only one without a partner since you busted a punching bag with a single punch," Of course I knew that. I wouldn't want to spar with me either.

"The new boy needs a partner. You'll be that partner, and you won't break him. Understood?"

"But I don't-"

"No buts, Rhodes. You do this, or I'll fail you this semester. If you think I'm bluffing, try me," She said, crossing her huge arms.

"Fine." I huffed, crossing my arms as well.

"He's outside like everyone else," She said, leading me outside.

       I saw everyone with their partners, trying to hit each other. Then there was Dallas, leaning against the brick wall that traps us in here and watching everyone.




Dallas' s p.o.v.

       I was leaning against the wall watching everyone while I waited for Coach Grayson to find me a partner. This school is pretty much an American version of my school back in Australia. Same cliques, same 'populars'. Everything's the same.

         Except for Angel. She's different than any other girl I've ever met. She didn't throw herself at me . She didn't even fall subject to my charm. You may think I'm kidding, but I'm dead serious. I had my charm on full blast and she didn't even smile.

      She's been in all of my classes so far, but I don't even think she noticed. I noticed her, sitting in the back with her head down, answering every question the teachers asked with ease. Everyone seems afraid of her for some reason.

        Just then, I saw Coach Grayson walking out of the building with none other than Angel herself. Her long black hair was up in two pigtails and she looked extremely pissed. Her icy blue eyes seemed to give off a creepy glow.

"This is your partner." Coach Grayson said to Angel, pushing her forward.

"Wait a minute. I can't hurt a girl. Especially not a girl so cute," I said, winking at Angel. She gave me a disgusted look and let out a sharp laugh.

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried. No one here can," She said, rolling her eyes at me. I just don't get it. Usually, a girl would be giggling and flirting with me by now.

"No broken bones, Rhodes. Remember what I told you. I'd be careful if I were you, Wells," Coach Grayson said, turning to walk away.

"I already said I'm not gonna hurt you," I said, once Coach Grayson had went back inside.

"She meant I can't actually hit you," She snapped.

"Hey. Are you calling me weak?" I said jokingly. She looked at me for a second before responding.

"Exactly. You just don't get it. If I punched this wall right now, I would probably make a hole in it," She said, putting her fist gently on the brick wall.

"Sure you can," I said, sarcasm clear in my voice.

"Don't believe me? Watch," She said, pulling her fist back.

        I was about to tell her to be careful when she drove her fist into the wall. I expected her to break her hand, but the exact opposite happened. I looked at her, shocked, as she pulled her hand back and examined the hole she left.

"That was.......solid brick," I said, probably looking stupid.

"Yes. Thank you for pointing out the obvious, stupid. Hope that explained the 'no broken bones' thing," She said, brushing red brick dust off of her hand.

       Coach Grayson came out and called us all in to get ready for next period, and Angel left, leaving me still staring at the hole in the wall.




   I didn't have Angel in any of my other classes, since I had all regular classes after lunch. I did make a friend though. His name was Alex and he was super cool. After school, he asked if I wanted to come over and hang out since it was Friday. My mom said it was ok, so I agreed.

"YOU HAVE A JAGUAR F TYPE! THAT'S MY DREAM CAR!" I shouted at Alex, gawking at his black and white car.

"Mine too. It was a birthday gift from my dad. He directs movies, so he makes a good income. Get in," Alex laughed as he unlocked the door.

"Do you know Angel?" I asked him, remembering how Angel had came into our classroom earlier.

       She came to give some papers to Ms. Quell, one of the meanest history teachers alive. When Alex saw her, he broke our conversation and gave her a wave. She gave him what looked like a genuine smile and waved back, before hurrying out of the classroom.

"Rhodes?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yea. I wanna know how to make her a friend, like you have," I said, Angel creeping her way back into my thoughts.

"If I were you, I'd steer clear. She's not big on friends," He said, pulling into the driveway of a huge house.

"Home sweet home," He said, taking the key out of the ignition and opening his door.

"Who's awesome motorcycle is that?" I asked , pointing to the Honda 599 in the driveway.

"My sister's. No surprise she beat me home," He said, opening the door to his house.

"Talk about good income," I said, taking in his house.

     It was gigantic. He laughed again before calling his dad. A tall man I recognized as Dylan Rhodes descended the stairs.


"Hello Alex. Who's your friend with amazing taste in movies?" Mr. Rhodes said over dramatically. I laughed and introduced myself.

"Well, you're welcome anytime, Dallas," He said before going back upstairs.

"Wanna find something to eat?" Alex asked, not really waiting for a reply.

        He was already heading into what I guess was the kitchen. After we got through eating sandwiches and chips, Alex took me up to his room to play his PS4. I have to say, his room was a mess. We were in a heated argument about who really won (I did, of course) when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in! Maybe you can tell us who really won!" He shouted. The door opened to reveal Angel, playing on her cellphone.

"Dad wants you to keep it down, idiot...and what are you talking about?" She asked, looking up. When she saw me, she merely scoffed. I gave her a shy wave, before blushing and literally face palming myself. What was wrong with me?




Angel's p.o.v.

"Again, keep it down." I said, not giving Dallas a second glance. I was about to close the door when Alex's voice stopped me.

"Come play Resistance 2 with us. I know you love that game," He said, motioning for me to come over.

"Fine," I said after a minute of thought.

       I walked over and sat down in a chair next to the bed, which the boys were sitting on. Alex passed me a controller and we played against each other. In less than five minutes, I had killed them both over a dozen times.

"Ok. I give," Dallas said, throwing down his remote. Alex did the same and I jumped up in victory.

"YOU CHEATED!" Alex shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I TOLD YOU TO KEEP IT DOWN!!" Dad shouted from his room.

"SORRY!" We all yelled back.

"Let's go outside," Alex suggested.

"Sorry. I gotta get started on my calculus homework," I said, disappointed. I hate homework.

"Oh, crap! I completely forgot we had homework. Can you help me with it? I saw how good at this stuff you were in class," Dallas asked.

"You're in my class?" I asked, confused.

"I'm in all your morning classes. Anyway, will you help me?" He said, that stupid flirty smile back on his face.

"You nerds do your homework. I gotta go meet Wendy in ten anyway. See ya," Alex said, patting me on the head. He ran out of the room and down the stairs before I could protest.

"Looks like it's just you and me," Dallas said, stepping closer to me.

"You and I," I corrected automatically.

"Right, right," He said, putting a hand on my cheek. I hissed, showing my fangs. I'm not accustomed to anyone but Alex and my dad touching my bare skin.

"What the hell?!?" He shouted, pulling his hand back.

"You're ice cold! And those teeth..." He made to touch me again, but I put my hands on his chest and pushed. Not that hard, but hard enough. He flew across the room and hit the wall. I opened Alex's window and prepared to jump.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed at Dallas before jumping out of the window.

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