All Chapters of An Angel's Feather: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I licked the remains of my chocolate ice cream off my lips with relish while Milla continued to talk to me. It was a warm night - because of the ice - which is why Milla had persuaded me to go swimming at the lake. It would be more attractive at night, as she said. Still, I didn't go into the water. I preferred to watch what was happening from a distance, as I usually do. Being the center of attention was never my thing. Maybe it was just my way, but maybe I had developed that way because it wasn't easy as a child. There was a lot that bothered me, but by now I was hardened ... Milla and I turned into an alley. I was often lazy and knew all the abbreviations in this city. Much to my friend's discomfort. Relaxed and with my hands in the pockets of my black jeans, I trotted forward. "Nyria!"The shrill screeching of the young woman next to me made me stop. With an outstretched arm, she pointed to something or someone."We have to get out of here, now!" My frien

Wrapped in a towel, I stepped out of the bathroom. My waist-length hair was dripping over my shoulders. I didn't bother to dry them, instead I searched my apartment with my eyes. It was small, but modern. Everything was kept in white and glass created an elegant effect. Barefoot and without making a noise, I padded into the living room, where I had dumped the man on the sofa. I had taken care of him as much as possible. It was no longer dirty, there was also no blood to be seen and I had also taken care of its wounds. There were some advantages to having worked in the hospital for a while ... Now he was asleep, the corners of my mouth twitching at the thought of him looking like a little boy. How old was he? Twenty-five maybe? I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms. He had slept for two days, so slowly he would have to wake up. As if on cue, his eyes opened. Again, the sight of them took my breath away. That a man could be so beautiful was incomprehensible to me. He eye

"Woman? I must have misheard. Apart from the fact that you didn't have any weapons with you, you don't seem like a murderer to me, but like an arrogant ass! Now get off of me! ”I hissed and tried to free my arms from his grip. He made a face. "Nobody has ever dared to speak to me like that," he muttered and looked me over carefully. I swallowed."Well, better get used to it then!" I replied cheekily and pressed my legs a little harder. It wasn't my intention to hurt him, but he gave me no choice. He let go of me, growling. He stepped back from the table and scowled at me. I propped myself up on my arms and met his gaze, if not as hostile.“The flesh wound on your back looked really bad. It looked like some animal had caught you in the paw but ... hardly possible in the big city. I sewed the wound as far as I could. ”I shrugged my shoulder casually, whereupon Zayn looked at me suspiciously."Why did you do that? You should have left me in the alley. "

“Your friend is right, Nyria. I am a murderer. I already have too many people on my conscience to say how many there are, ”he said suddenly in a dark voice.I bowed my head. Did he admit it so openly that I got scared and put him out the door? It was the first time he'd called me by my name, so I was speechless for a moment."Are you scared after all?" He spoke up again with the corners of his mouth twitching."I would like you to." I said and for once let out a low laugh....It took me ten minutes in the bathroom. When I opened the door, a tall man stood menacingly close in front of me. Of course it was none other than Zayn. Once again I stood in front of him, covered only by a cloth. I wanted to ask what was going on when he grabbed my arms and pushed me back into the bathroom. He pressed his lips roughly to mine. I didn't even know what was happening to me. Why did he kiss me And why did I like it? I returned the kiss, but couldn't move after he let

I stopped abruptly. I did not turn around."Who raised you?" I asked neutrally.Maybe I got more out of him if I showed him that this wasn't about feelings? So I stayed cold accordingly."Teacher. Employees. He replied, if not colder than me."You were ... are you rich?" I stated and looked over my shoulder."You can't say it like that.", It came back from him.I finally turned around with a fake smile."Apart from your tendency to kill, I'm convinced that you have become something even without your parents." I said softly. I let him stand, but outside the door I heard him say softly: “No, Nyria, nothing came of me. Nothing but a fallen angel. "...The following night I dreamed of angels, fallen angels and black wings. I woke up panting. I had the image of Zayn's back in my head, on which two long and deep scars had been embossed. They pulled from the beginning to the end of his shoulder blades. I didn't know why he

The urge to tell this girl everything was tremendous! I had been hanging around her apartment for days, hoping not to have to leave. I usually didn't know what to do with people, but this woman was special. Her unusual ice-green eyes looked at me coldly or suspiciously most of the time, but every now and then deep feelings flashed within them. I was slowly going crazy. What was it about her that made me want to stay here so badly? It would really be better if I went, but I couldn't and wouldn't! Just that she'd brought me here and taken care of my wounds had been a miracle. Why did she do that? Even now I still had no answer. I doubted she did it out of pity, but what was it then? She kept upsetting me. Why could she judge me so well? No one had ever seen more than my arrogance and cruelty in me. But this game that she played with me could also be played by two. Of course I knew that she was just fooling me into this self-confidence, but it wouldn't be fun if I dropped this bomb now

Zayn got quieter and moved closer to me, which already sent a shiver down my spine."I've always been moody about that," he whispered in my ear.I had two options. I either let my fists do the talking and let him see how stupid he was acting or I just got up and left. The latter option would be more appropriate, but boring. And who knows how this guy would react to my fists. Maybe I should consider a third option after all? "What's this here?" I whispered in an exaggeratedly dark and rough voice. He blinked and finally seemed to notice how close his face was to mine. Zayn didn't answer, but looked down. Apparently he didn't even know what he was doing here. He crouched indecisively in front of me, his lips still close to mine. Thoughtfully, I grabbed his chin and lifted his face. “Something seems to be confusing you. Are you going to tell me what? "My tone of voice seemed to confuse him again and again. Right now, too. It stayed calm.

"I think it's better if you go before my position goes to my head," I grinned.After less than two minutes, no one could be seen anywhere. What was left was the pistol in my hand. I thought about where to put it for a while, until I finally decided to slide it barrel first into my pants. I felt a bit stupid, but nobody was on the road anyway."You don't want to emulate Zayn, do you?" I heard suddenly next to me.Now, frightened, I lifted my head. My eyes met that of the man who had recently stood angry in my apartment. Jere. I didn't really know what to make of this situation, but decided to get involved."Not really," I replied still coldly.The muscular man eyed me almost approvingly."What does the good guy actually do? Is he driving you crazy? "This guy seemed to be in a chatty mood."I have no idea." I answered his first question. "He is gone. No idea where to go. "I shook my head and then turned fully to him.“Jere,

 Jere had dropped a bad bomb with his words. I've been biting my teeth on it for weeks. Angel? Was that the key word? Should it really exist? Were you real? Then how did it come about that there was all this suffering in the world? I was evangelical, of course baptized and confirmed, but I never believed in all this nonsense. If there were angels, there had to be a God. But for me there was no evidence that it existed. Of course there were things that you couldn't see, hear, smell, taste or feel. We still knew that it was there. But why should I believe in God? He never made himself noticeable, and science had nothing to report on that. Sighing, I looked at the night sky. In the meantime I was only out at night. Maybe because of my dreams, I didn't know. I didn't want to worry about it either."Angels, huh?" I mumbled, looking at the countless stars."You don't believe in her?"I don't know who the voice came from, I didn't care. I stared at the crescen

I opened my eyes tired. Hell, that was probably one of the longest nights I've ever had. I looked down at myself and saw Nyria lying on my lap. I stroked her hair thoughtfully. She had taken me to an old and derelict warehouse, but since they would have found us there, I had taken her with me. I hadn't been in the apartment in a long time, but since everything was still in place, I suspected that no one had heard of this place. The corners of my mouth twitched. Unbelievable that this woman actually protected me! She fell asleep in the warehouse so didn't know we were here. Let's see how she would react. I got more serious. She had hurt Nereus. He wouldn't let that sit on him, that much was certain. I exhaled noisily. She slept soundly. And as deep as a stone. I wondered what was causing her nightmares. And most of all, I wondered if she knew who I was in my past. I still toyed with the idea of telling her everything, but if the others found out ...  “Nyria, what am