The air in London was starting to get colder each day, and Angel was unpacking the last of her boxes in her new flat. She’d only been living in London for a week and a half but she already loved the change. She moved after her parents died, and she never really kept contact with her family as it was. Or anyone for that matter. She really preferred being alone. She was 20 years old and she lived with her roommate, Gen. She’d met Gen 2 years ago in America when she was visiting her family and they’d become instant friends. Gen was 21 and also from America. She moved when she was 18 to go to University. She managed a book shop 2 blocks away and gave Angel a part time job there. But Angel’s main job was drawing, painting, and graphic design. She worked with a company called Divine Works and she loved every minute of her new life.

Angel had long blonde hair, blue eyes, snake bites, and a half sleeve. She had a couple tattoos on her chest and one on the back of her neck.

“I’m home, darling!” Gen shouted as she walked through the door. Gen had bright red, curly hair, hazel eyes, and multiple tattoos covering most of her body.

She put away her coat and purse and entered Angel’s room.

“Hi,” Angel greeted, putting away the last of her books. “I’m almost finished unpacking.”

“Great!” Gen said as she looked around the room. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”

Angel smiled at this. She put away the last book and took a look around, herself. The walls were covered in band and movie posters, photos of friends and family, and some of her favorite works. When it came to expressing herself, she liked to go all out.

“So, what do you say we hit the pub tonight?” Gen asked. “We can finally celebrate!”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”


***


After an hour of getting ready, both girls headed out the door. They didn’t live too far from Gen’s favorite pub so they just walked. Gen was off on one of her rants about customers asking stupid questions and Angel couldn’t help but feel like they were being followed.

“What’s wrong?” Gen asked when she noticed her friend seemed troubled.

Angel looked behind them again for the hundredth time. “Huh? Oh. It’s nothing.”

They entered the pub and sat at the bar and ordered a couple drinks.

“So, how’s the new beau?” Angel asked referring to Gen’s boyfriend of about a month, Joey.

“He’s dreamy and perfect,” Gen said, sighing happily. “I think I’m already in love.”

“Ooh, are you going to let me meet him soon?”

“Pretty soon, I’d say. I’ve told him a lot about you already. He thinks he has a friend for you.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Angel wasn’t too big on relationships.

“Oh, come on. At least give it a shot. English boys are different.”

“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”


On the way home, Angel still got the feeling that she and Gen were being followed. But, this time the feeling was a lot stronger. She tried to ignore it.

Just a block away from home, there was a tall man standing on the corner. He had shaggy brown hair and was wearing a long black coat. He lit up a cigarette before he spoke.

“Hello, beautiful ladies. Lovely evening,” he said.

They both smiled at him but walked a little faster.

He flicked his cigarette and matched their pace, walking next to Gen. “Would either of you lovely ladies care to come to a party?”

“No, thanks,” Angel said.

Gen looked at the man, prepared to tell him off, but instead she stopped. “Sure.”

Angel stopped and stared at the two. The man came closer to Gen, planted a soft kiss on her lips and she instantly fainted. Angel screamed and started to run. She ran into the man and backed away. But she ran into someone standing behind her. She slowly turned around to see a beautiful man with spiky hair, gorgeous blue eyes, a nose ring, chest and neck tattoos, and full sleeves.

“Leave them alone, Dean,” the beautiful man said and pulled Angel behind him.
Dean smirked. “I’m only having a little fun, Louis. Try it some time. You’ll love it.”

Before Angel could hear the rest of the conversation, an arm wrapped around her waist and she was back in her flat. She felt dizzy for a second. When she caught her balance, she looked around to the man that stood behind her. He had curly hair, a lip ring, chest tattoos and two full sleeves.

“W-who are you? Where’s Gen?”

“Relax, love. My name’s Harry and the gent who pulled you aside is Louis,” he said. “We’re not the ones you should be afraid of.”

“Then, would you mind telling me what the fuck’s going on? And how you know where I live?”

She heard the familiar voice of the man called Louis and spun around. He had blood splattered on his shirt and large cut on his arm that seemed to slowly be getting smaller. Surely, she was just seeing things.

“You’re being tracked,” he said. “We don’t know how or why but we’ll figure it out and stop it. Just be careful.”

She had so many questions. But when she went to ask them, they were gone.

Notes

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