Bitter Sweet Love

 

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Beginning Of Another Life

 They told me to never trust him. Did I listen, no. Should I have listened, yeah I should have. But I didn't listen to their warnings and that was how I ended up kicked out of Eden and stripped of my wings. But my story doesn't end there, little did I know that my story was just beginning. One part of my life ends, while another begins and this time I was determined to set things right. This story begins with the ending of my life as an angel and the beginning of my life as a high school junior student in the city of Portland, New York. 

                        ***

"Freya?! Aren't you listening to me?!" Whined out my friend, Alena. 

"Whaaat?" I groaned out. "Can't you see that I'm trying to catch up on my sleep before we get to school?!"

"Yeah I can, just by looking at the drool that's coming from your mouth." She pointed out and giggled.

"Oh shut up!" I said and I quickly wiped the drool off my mouth. "So what's sooo important that you had to wake me up?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." She explained. She then proceeded to pull out newspaper clippings, out of her red shoulder bag, and then handed them to me. "Check this out. There's been three more homicides in the last couple days. The police are saying there's a serial killer stalking the women of this city, and the worst part of this whole thing is that there's only been one survivor. A teenage girl, around our age, who was attacked last week. She told the police that the man who attack her was a demon from hell. He was dressed up all in black and has white hair and red eyes....." 

"Why are you showing me this, Alena? Why should I worry about some guy who's killing people?"

"It's not that you should be worried about why he's killing people, but you should be concerned who's doing the killing." She stated.

"And why's that?" I asked.

"Look at this picture taken by a security camera at the last victim house. It shows the killer face."

"Ok. Let me see it." She hands the newspaper clipping to me, and when I look down at the photo, I let out a terrified scream. 

“Freya what is it?!” Cried out Alena, but I ignored her as I quickly jump up from my seat on the bus and run down the aisle and as kids were walking onto the bus, I shove past them running down the street as fast as I could. I ran and ran until I came upon a park, and I stopped running when I realized that it was down pouring and I was soaking wet. I glanced down at the photo in my hand, and I thought to myself 'No it can't be him?! He's dead, I watched him die in my arms. It's because of him that I have lost everything.' But the photo showed me that it was indeed him. I collapsed to the ground in horror, as it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest once more. He broke my heart once but I still loved him, even though he was Satan's son. 

After a few minutes of panicking, I suddenly heard this loud thunder bang and I saw this lightning bolt struck inches in front of me. The energy from the bolt was so powerful that I was knocked to the ground and knocked out and the last thing I remember seeing was this shadowy figure walking towards me. 

                   ***

When I woke up, it was still raining, but I wasn't soaking wet anymore. I looked around me and I noticed that it was dark and cramped. I tried to move about but there wasn't enough space to do so. Then the realization hit me. I was in the trunk of a car and I was being kidnapped. I could hear the car's engine purring as it rolled through the streets and felt the tires bump on every crack. It must've been an hour or so before the car finally stopped moving and I heard doors opening and people talking. Then the trunk of the car was opened and a face appeared right next to mine. Their breath smelt like cigar smoke and alcohol. He leaned over me and pulled me up out of the trunk and threw me to the wet and muddy ground. I looked up and standing around me were four big men with assault rifles, all pointed at me. Then I heard a male voice say "Freya....My dear Freya. Oh how I've missed you. It took me a while to find you and to get you by yourself. So here we are, my dearest Freya." 

"Who are you?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

Then the four big men stepped aside and standing there behind them was Michael. "How.....How did you find me? I thought the Holy One forbade anyone to come looking for me?"

"He did. But He can't forbid our love for each other to go unnoticed for too long."

"What love?" I asked. "There was never anything special between us two."

He smiled his slimy smile and said "Oh, but there will be my dear Freya. But it's because of him that you don't want to love me!! Isn't that right?!" 

I looked away from him as I felt myself starting to blush at the thought of him. "I see. So the rumors are true, then aren't they? An angel falling in love with demon, and not just any demon, it had to be the son of Satan. My, my, how the mighty have fallen!"

"Shut up!" I yelled out. "I don't love him. Well not anymore that is." But I knew that wasn't true, even though no matter how many times I told myself I didn't love him anymore.

"Then look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love him." I glanced over into his green eyes and opened my mouth but no words would come out. "I thought so." He scoffed out, "Well it's your funeral. Oh wait, you already had your funeral!! You have nothing left that means something to you. Your wings were stripped and you were locked of Eden. What a tragic story indeed."

"What do you want, snake?" I demanded. "Why did you kidnap me and bring me all the way to this old factory?"

He smiled his slimy smile and laughed at some unknown thought that he was thinking and then motioned for his men to move forward. "Until our next meeting Freya." Then he walked over to me and give me a kiss on my check, and then he vanished into thin air.

'What just happened?' I thought to myself. I soon just shook it off as last meeting between me and them, and then my worries began to set in. It was still down pouring and I was really wet and I knew I was going to catch a cold. Then I realized that I had no idea where I was at, or how far away I was from Alena's house, so I pulled out my phone and flipped it open. I pulled up the google maps and searched up my current location. What it told me almost made me faint, it said that I was in 'downtown Seattle' which is two and half hours away from Portland. "Jiminy Crickets!! How am I going to get home now?" 

I decided to call Alena and tell her the situation that had just happened to me. But when she didn't pick up the phone, I had no other choice but to call my friend, Rex, who lived in Seattle. Even though he and I didn't get along with each other that well. He was still one of the few people who knew about me being a fallen angel, and he has kept my secret from the rest of the world and everybody else who knew me. So I called him and when he answered I told him what had happened to me. He said "I thought that the Holy One forbade anyone to leave Eden after what you did? But don't worry, I'm on my way, just stay put until I get there." 

"He did. But thanks Rex, I definitely owe you one. How about I take you out to lunch?" I said. 

"Sounds like a plan." He said, "I should be to where you're at in about ten minutes. I was already in the neighborhood." 

"Ok." I said. Then we hung up. As I waited for Rex, I began to think about whether or not I should tell Rex about seeing Hamlet in the newspaper. But if it was the newspaper, then he probably would have already seen Hamlet's picture and what he is doing. 

Ten minutes passed by and I was sitting on this pile of rubble when I heard the sound of a car engine driving closer towards me. I slowly got up from my spot and in rolled in a black Ford truck. The truck pulled up to me and the passenger side window rolled down and a voice asked "I heard that someone needed a lift?" 

"Yeah, you'd be correct." I said.

"Well hop in then." Said Rex. I opened the door and slid into the seat. 

Once in I turned towards Rex and said "Thank you Rex. I don't know why Michael kidnaped me, but he did say that we'll be together soon. He still thinks that I love him, which I don't. He's up to something, and I got a feeling it's not going to be good, and I know it's going to involve Hamlet." 

"Hamlet?" He asked me. "What does that scumbag have to do with Michael and you? I thought you were finished with him?!"

"I am. Or so I thought." I explained. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'll tell you when we get to your place." I grimly said. "You'll want to be sitting down for this and not driving." He glanced over at me with this worried look but didn't say anything, and we continued driving in the rain in silence, until we reached his apartment.

 

 

 

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