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As she settled in on her couch, he sat cross legged on the floor, looking up into her face. She looked away from him, then sighed and looked back.

"Okay. Tell me what is going on here."

He closed his eyes, and as if gathering his courage he too sighed. He opened his eyes and looked straight into hers.

"I told you that I didn't work for Heaven or Hell. I actually work for the Fates. I am what is known as a Knight Guardian. My job is to look after certain people."

"Like a Guardian Angel."

"Almost. There are Guardian Angels, but my main charges are Empaths. Every Empath needs a Guardian, so that they dont go crazy. They need someone to protect them from all of the hurt and pain and anger they face. Even though you can block and then purge the negative, they still need someone. Usually the Empaths don't know they have the Guardians, and the Fates like it this way, because most of the time the Empaths don'y know what they are. And those are the ones that need the most help. But Fate assigns all of them a Guardian, just in case."

She didn't remember telling him that she was an Empath...in fact she didn't even know the word herself until a few years ago, she was reading a book on the supernatural, where it explained to a tee the feelings she got around certain people. She always knew what they were feeling, even if they didnt say it.

"So you were my Guardian."

"Yes. I was assigned to you when you were 13. You were my first Charge. I watched you grow into a beautiful young woman, and the more I guarded you, the more I fell in love with you. I don't know if I was ever Mortal...but I felt as if I had know you for an eternity. Falling in love with your Charge is a big No-No, however, and when it was found out, I pleaded my case to the Fates. They brokered a deal with me: True Love or Banishment. They gave me a time frame, for me to court you the human way, hopefully the result being that you love me as much as I love you. If not, I am banished from you. And that, would be the worst punishment. The Sisters would wipe your memory clean, and make sure I could see you, but not let me near you." He reached his hand out and touched her face. "I have never been so happy, as I have been with you. I love you. I can't say it any other way. If you send me away, then I would gladly face my punishment just knowing that for a brief moment, you were mine." His eyes filled with tears, and she savored his touch on her face. She wated oh-so-badly to believe him, to tell him that she loved him with everything she had in her, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. She climbed off the couch and into his arms, clinging to him as they both cried softly. She could only think of one way for him to prove it...and what did she have to lose?

"Stay with me tonight," she whispered. "Stay here. Love me. Prove to me that you do." He pressed his lips into her hair, then into her forhead. "I will...I will show you all that I am." He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, then laid her on the bed. He knelt beside her, then kissed her deeply, passionately. She ran her fingers thru his hair, pulling him greedily to her mouth. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of him, then slid her fingers down his chest. He grabbed her again, kissing her lips, then her neck...she slid her shirt off, and he kissed down her neck to the cleft between her breasts. He undid her bra and threw it to the floor, then cupped her breats in his hands. She moaned at the tiny explosions he was causing in her skin. He ran his thumbs over her hard nipples, then sucked them gently. She felt a stirring deep inside her, and as she slid her hands down his body, she felt that he had the same stirring. He knelt between her legs and slid off her jeans, tossing them. He slid his hands over her trembling thighs, then leaned over and kissed her again. He retraced the path that he had started, from her lips, taking the same care with her aching breasts. He finally arrived at the lace edge of her panties....he looked up into her eyes for final permission as he kissed her clit through the soft cotton. She closed her eyes and moaned. He pulled her panties down and off and admired her. He traced his fingers down her soft lips, circling the delicate opening to her womanhood. He pulled his hand up and tasted her wetness on his fingers and savored the taste. She gasped at his touch, craving more. She arched her hips, and he leaned down to taste her fully. He nibbled and sucked on her clit, then entered her gently with his tounge. She cried out at the new sensations coursing thru her. He sat back for a moment, getting undressed all the way. He slid between her legs, then leaned down to kiss her. "We don't have to do this," he whispered, his voice deep. "I want to...I need you," she whispered back, wrapping her arms around him. He entered her slowly, gently, letting her womanhood stretch and mold around him. He felt her give way to him...giving all of herself in one loving act. He thrust gently inside her, and she arched her hips to meet him. She completely let herself go, feeling him deep inside her. She felt a heat building inside her...he felt her tighten against him and he knew that he would not be able to last much longer. She dug her nails into his back, trying to fight the release. "Don't fight it love...let it go," he whispered, and she did. She cried out and let her wave crash on the shore. She clung to him, as if she wouldnt let him go. He was nor far behind her, filling her with his own heat. "I love you." She whispered, not sure if he heard her. He held her close to him, praying that this moment would never end. He slid off from on top of her, but not letting her out of his arms. She fell alseep against him, utterly exhausted. She would think tomorrow. Right now, she had an Angel in her arms.

He unchained me today. He used me one last time, then with tears in his eyes he unlocked my collar, gave me my name back, and bathed me. He told me that it is for the best, that my teaching was complete, that i was now the teacher. He said what we both knew and didnt want to hear: We can never be together. Our paths were only meant to cross for a short time, and not as Master/slave, or even lovers. He chuckled sadly as he looked into my eyes and told me that he will burn for a long time for what he turned me into...his greatest success, his biggest mistake. We both know that our falling in love as fast as we did was wrong, that we pushed Fate and our punishment was swift and just. I resisted him, destroyed him, made him suffer for the patience and love he showed me. He made me know humiliation, fear, lust, jealousy, rage, passion, but most of all, love. I swore to him so long ago my aligence, my eternal servitude, and now i am free. I love him with all of my heart and soul and now i can only pray that Fate will find it in her heart to give us another chance, in another time.

They walked along in relative silence, her hands stuffed deep into the pockets of her hoodie. He reached for her but she shrugged him off, preferring to think in the quiet about all that had occured in the past month.

A month.

Had it really only been about 30 days since she had first seen him? She could recall the day clearly: it was raining, and she was late for her english lit class. She was running across campus when she slipped on a patch of wet grass and fell backwards, into his waiting arms. She looked up, totally mortified, into his beautiful brown eyes. "Hi," he said, helping her to her feet. "You should try to be more careful, its wet." "Yes. Wet." She stammered, then mentally berrating herself for sounding so stupid. She mumbled a thank you and rushed off to class, her mind on the handsome stranger she had just encountered. She was leaving the classroom when she realized that she had forgotten her keys. She searched frantically but they were no where to be found. Mother Nature echoed her disgust of the day with a loud crack of thunder. She walked slowly toward the door, reaching for her cell phone to call her dad when she saw him again. He was walking toward her, holding something in his hand: her keys! She raced toward him, a smile breaking out on her face. He returned her smile. "You dropped these...I waitied here so maybe I could catch you." "Thanks," she said taking them from him. "Do you want to maybe get some coffee in the cafeteria?" he asked her. Under normal circumstances, she would have said no, but there was something in his eyes that made her want to stay and talk with him. "Sure," she said, smiling again. "I dont really drink coffee but for rescuing me twice I think I shold do something to reward you." He smiled back, a beautifully devlish smile, "A gentleman requires no reward, M'Lady, but I will take your gratitude." From that day on they had been inseperable. They had so much in common. She told him things she had never told anyone, and he listend to her with great intrest, never taking his eyes off of her when she spoke. She felt so at peace with him. It was almost like...love. But she was a rational girl and knew that such things didnt exist, and even if they did, she wasnt going to open herself up to find out. She had tried that before and had only succeded in find little boys only caring about one thing, and when she wouldnt give that up they moved on. She felt so different with him...she felt free. She was letting him in. When he asked her to meet him this night, she had planned on telling him how she felt, damn the reaction. But to her suprise it was him doing the telling. He had taken her to favorite place: a secluded part of the city park, with tall Romanesque gazebos and willow trees, right on the river. He had taken her hand and looked into her eyes. "I'm an Angel." He said. At first, she wasnt sure exactly what he said. Then she laughed. He kept holding her hand, unsmiling, a look of dead seriousness on his face. She swallowed hard. "What do you mean, an Angel?" "Well, not an Angel in the traditional sense. Im sort of a go between from the Human world to Heaven and Hell. I don't work for God, and I dont work for Lucifer. I'm freelance, in a way. I've been watching you for a very long time, and I worked out a way to come and meet you." She narrowed her eyes. "I don't believe you. Angels, or celestial 'message boys' dont exist." He stood up, his full height reaching, in her estimate, 7 feet tall. His hair, which had always been long, escaped from its bonds and was wild in the dim light. His eyes burned blood red. 2 perfect jet black wings ripped through his shirt and fanned out in the night. She fell over backwards.

The arrived at her car. She unlocked it and got in, and he slid in beside her. He reached for her hand, and this time she let him take it. "How were you able to come and meet me?" "I'm on vacation, as it were. I have roughly 90 days to convince you of who I am, and that I'm on the level, and maybe to love me, that I can stay human. Not an easy task, I assure you. But a worthy one." She put the car in drive and headed toward her apartment. In a wild moment she decided that she was going to let him explain, let him try to convince her. "Okay. We spoke of my terms. My terms are, that if you cannont convince me, you erase every memory of you from me. Take me back to before we met. If you are who you say you are, you can do that." "Done." "Fine. I want your story. All of it. No lies, no fiction. You have 60 days left."

She looked up at the Specter before her: a 7 foot-tall man, long black hair, red eyes, lips set is a small smile. But it was the wings the got her: a pair of beautiful, feathery soft jet black wings, that fanned out from just above his shoulder blades. He fluffed them out then folded them, as if they were a pair of silk trousers. Her mouth slacked open; she didnt know what to say. He laughed gently, then offered his hand to her. She took it, and he helped her to her feet. "Now do you believe I'm an Angel?" He said, clasping onto her hand. She looked into his eyes, and as she did he blinked; the color changed from blood red to a deep and soothing brown. She swallowed hard and blinked...this day was just too much for her. "Yes. I believe that you are an Angel. But I thought Angel's were Heavenly Creatures that sang?" He laughed again. "Heavenly, I doubt. A Creature? Definately. Sing? You don't want me to do that." "Why are you here? Am I finally Crazy?" He tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "Crazy is subjective. Beautiful is objective. I believe that you are one and not the other. My reasons for coming here to you are simple. I believe you are my Soul Mate. It sounds cliche, but I came here to find out for sure." She closed her eyes, shrugged him off, and turned her back on him. "I dont believe in Soul Mates. I don't believe in True Love. I've been hurt too many times. Fate forgot about me." "Did She? Or have your 'Prince Charmings' been Frogs?" She turned slightly, looking out of the corner of her eye. "It's possible." He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Then maybe we can try. You had no qualms getting close to me when you thought I was just a freakishly tall human. Now that you know my secret, maybe we can start fresh, with no secrets. I want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me. I want our love, if there is to be any, to be real." She turned fully and met his gaze. "Okay. I'm willing to try. Slowly. On MY terms." He smiled that knee weakning smile. "As you wish, Beloved."