Snippet #2348609

Samuel.

Samuel's plate.

His last supper.

Memories flooded Chissy's mind. Watching from the window as he sweet child scratched at his plate, not hungry after the scolding he'd received when he'd been caught wandering towards the forest.

Chrissy hadn't meant any harm; she'd been trying to save him for heaven's sake! Now he carved his initials into his plate in a stoic silence, much like Chrissy who hovered unseen by the locked door, her silver eyes flashing with poorly concealed fear.

The feeling of a warm arm sliding around her shoulders ripped her from the flashbacks, but it could not pull her from reality. Her blue eyes darted to a human boy, but barely recognized him as Jo-Jo. All around her were little creatures, not quite human but similar to the size and shape Samuel was. Had been.

Abruptly the stood, knocking Jo-Jo's arm aside, and whipped around. "D-D-Don't t-touch me!" she cried, blue eyes wide with panic, a fear she could not control, "Please... Don't TOUCH ME!" Then, suddenly, there was a brilliant white light and the sound of tearing flesh. Chrissy screamed in agony and fear as two white wings materialized on her back. Instantly her wounds were healed and he dress changed, her ponytail coming undone and her white hair falling into its proper place.

From her hands fell a white dear as she whipped around, wings spread wide, shimmering as she turned to face an imp standing just apart from the crowd.

Rushing at the unfortunate imp, Christina scooped him up in her arms before shooting high into the air. The imp squeaked but she gently petted its head. All the hostility and pain she'd shown before seemed to have been replaced by a peaceful and serene beauty.

"There there now, don't be afraid," she said in a soothing whispery voice. The imp became quiet and looked up into her blue eyes in awe. "Wh-What are you?" he gasped, settling comfortably into her arms. Chrissy smiled lovingly, still caressing the imp's face like a mother would a child until it's eyes slowly fluttered shut.

"I'm a Guardian Angel..." She whispered, her soft voice becoming harsh and guttural. The imp's eyes now snapped open to a horrible sight.

Christina's features contorted frighteningly, the scars of torture she'd suffered in order to be redeemed. Skin transforming, burned by holy light, melted, blue eyes bulging from her eye sockets, veins throbbing... The only beautiful thing left was her wings, which beat frantically before closing in and encasing the two of them as they dove towards the ground. The imp shrieked as Christina, or what she had become, remained stoic, nails digging into her victim's flesh, cutting the skin and drawing blood which further intoxicated her.

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Back at the feast the imps were in panic as they watched the winged girl and their companion plummet into the forest some distance away. Some were drawing weapons, others ducking for covering, many running for their lives. Left behind at the scene was a small white bear, laying unnoticed on the ground where Chrissy had been standing, looking mournful, bearing marks of compression on it's body from being held a little too tightly. It's black marble eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle as the imp's last cry faded into the sounds of the waking forest.