(I'm not a native English speaker, please excuse my bad spelling). - original story by ('Taylor uwu, my name on Wattpad),

('Rachel Gardner', my name on Webnovel).

Lying on my bed and looking up at the ceiling was one of my transports to my thoughts. Things that happened, conversations from the past, everything came to my mind as small fragments. It's inevitable, I can't stop thinking about anything. It is unavoidable!!

Why can't I stop thinking about anything from the past? Why my indolent world of memories does not see the future? I don't know.

On this day like any other, I should get ready to go to school but, there are still 70 minutes to go. maybe I should think a little more, oh reading a book, one of my favorite hobbies, and listen to music too.

Despite my fanaticism for romance and action stories, I love fantasy. Every time I read a fantasy story, my soul and my whole being travels to a world without words. Only those readers with a great imagination, pioneers of feelings, will feel that empathy.

I got up from my bed and went down to the kitchen to make myself some bread and some coffee. just to fill in, my parent's house is a double story, and going down to the kitchen is a bit annoying sometimes.

After having breakfast, I left my house straight to school. Normally I like to walk to school listening to music, it's nice but sometimes I like to listen to the natural sound of the environment. It's hard to explain but if you're curious, I could recommend it.

At that time I saw a group of three guys and a pretty girl, judging from the atmosphere and the way they treated her, I only thought one thing, she is being harassed.

I walk slowly towards them slowing down little by little just to listen to their conversation, but more than that, to make sure I'm not mistaken.

- I haven't done anything, so let go of my hand. "That girl said with a clear tone of fear."

- Don't worry, if you come with us we won't do anything to you. "says one of those guys as they surround her"

- No, please I...

- Excuse me if I interrupted you, but could you let this girl go on her way? It is clear that she is scared and some assholes like you are harassing her. "I said as I took his hand off of her, staring at him."

The three boys looked at me with a quite relaxed reaction, the most peculiar thing is that they all had very white skin like snow, red eyes, and a strange fang shape that stood out slightly you're the upper lip of the jaw. I wasn't scared but, if I had a bad feeling, here I ask you guys, do you ever feel like you're the next dish for dinner?

- This little brave who thinks he is? "Says one of them."

- If you don't want to get hurt, you better leave. "I answered while lowering my bag by throwing it on the ground."

I thought they would say something else but they just left. Only one of them strangely approached me to look at my neck. Not that it seems strange to me, but it was the most disturbing experience of my life.

- Thanks for helping me but, you didn't need to do it. "she says showing a slight smile and relief".

- Don't worry, but what exactly happened? Those guys were weird.

- Don't worry, it's nothing, but please, don't get more involved, since it would be dangerous for you to stay by my side.

Not only is it difficult to understand what others say, from so many things starting with reading about the environment, but it is also difficult for me to understand people. Why? It is easy to appear ignorant in the eyes of this world.

- because what you say?

- It's nothing, bye, I'll be late for school. "She says she shows me her back but, I held her hand, a little risky but I have my reasons."

- Excuse me, but I'm a bit stubborn and insistent. Oh, I'd rather say curious so please don't take this the wrong way.

She looks at me a little scared trying to get away but, I thought I noticed something. She seemed to apply little force to move away, she was holding back from using too much force. So as not to hurt me? Oh maybe, to hide something. At that moment I realized something that I had not noticed a moment ago, could it be that the beauty of that girl had my sense of vision clouded? My sense of touch. His hand, yes, his hand was cold as ice, and his eyes were red with snow-white skin. All this made me think of one thing, what am I doing?

At that moment the atmosphere turned cold, the weight of the moment was as if it were not day, as if the night fell suddenly on my back. But I'm not the only one who felt it, that girl was also surprised but her cute shy face disappeared, she wasn't the same.

Suddenly we saw a dark silhouette slowly approaching, taking the form of a man. But, the most shocking thing for me, was seeing that he had the heads of the three boys in his right hand.

- Seriously?, but if it is Miss "Violet Vom Di Blood The Chevarlier", what does a maiden like you do outside her cave? "says that mysterious man".

She at that moment took out a dagger from her waist, with a look where the thirst for blood, rancor, and hatred filled the environment with an unpleasant smell of death. How interesting.

- what are you supposed to be doing? you killed my companions you are declaring the...

- War? No, you are in my territory, and you know exactly what happens when you enter an angel's hunting territory.

- Despicable, you call yourself an angel? You are a fallen and filthy fucking angel.

- Yes Yes. By the way, who is that human behind you? A friend?... Wait a minute, humans shouldn't enter this fallen dimension.

It was at that moment, in which I could not appreciate anything, my mind became cloudy, in a blink as at the speed of light. Her hand had gone through my chest piercing my lungs and shattering my spine.

That girl cuts his arm with that dagger, but he regenerates another one out of nowhere.

In that moment of distraction, she runs away carrying me in her hands. How strange, I don't understand anything that's happening, I don't understand why she attacked me. My senses disappeared little by little without being able to understand what that beautiful girl told me with such effervescence. But why? Why do you care about someone like me? I don't know. The last thing I could see is the girl approaching my neck with very long fangs. Will be real? Or is it just the typical hallucination that the human being has on the brink of death?

Maybe not.