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chapter three.

   i was alone. not only on the walk home--with my mother not knowing i was even gone might i add--but the next couple days of school. jenson was never there. my heart sank every time i would turn around and not see his bright, shining face. it made me sink into a lower depression, not willing to be pulled back up. i decided to forget. it was probably just my imagination of something that will never happen. it was too good to be true. and too horrible.

  a week went by when sian leaned over to me while the teacher was discussing the cannibalistc karankawas and asked, "what's wrong?" her light brown eyebrows were creased with worry.

  i was preoccupied in my own thoughts i barely noticed her talking to me. "hm? oh. i just dont get this stuff," i lied--it was indians. how more simple could it get?

   "it's about indians, how more simple can it get?" she knew my thoughts too well. i sighed.

  "i'll tell you later," i said, not sure if i would keep that promise or not.

  the class drug on, just like the rest of the day, until the last bell when i got my books and left--while running past austin's locker so he wouldn't notice me of course. i stopped outside, looked around, and, to my relief, no one i knew was out yet. i walked quickly to my car when i heard my name calling me. and i knew the voice. i slowly turned. jenson was leaning up against the building. he smiled and moved his motioned his finger for me to meet him. i walked slowly over there, noticing that he was wearing a mysterious black cape. i walked over there to find him smiling a smile that you hide things from. i eyed him suspiciously as i stood beside him.

  "i bet you have some questions for me," he said. i nodded. "well...shall we?" he took my hand and led me to another adventure.

  before i could blink we were at the beach [weird since we were in dallas]. the waves rolled by and the palm trees swayed. we were alone. he eyed me closely. "look.." he began.

  "why are you here? why did you come back? why can't you leave me alone? and go bother someone else about killing them?" i was angry. his eyes softened up and seemed vulnerable.

  "because if i dont then something horrible to happen with you. and i dont want that to happen," he stroked my hair gently. i quickly stood up.

  "who do you think you are?" i questioned, disgusted by his beauty. yes i know that's an oximoron.

   "because...i already told you. the devil told me that i was supposed to kill but i dont want to. ever since i saw your chocolate brown eyes stare at me i couldn't stop thinking about you." this couldn't be true.

   "ok that has to be the worst pick up line i have ever heard," i joked, lightening the mood. he didnt think it was too humorous. tough crowd, i thought to myself. he leaned in to where he was inches from my face.

   "you bet your stack of cds it is," he breathed. i nearly fainted. he backed away, put his arm on my shoulder and pushed me down in the sand to sit. he took in a deep breath and started his story. "i'm a messenger. i used to be an angel, but the devil pulled me down into his underworld when God sent him down to create his own world. i've never been able to return. the serpent says that i have to collect one hundred souls to be free."

   "and how many do you have?" i asked. i was worried about his expression to the question. he looked pained.

   "ninety-nine. this is my last one." he looked down, ashamed. "i'm not supposed to mingle. he chose you because of your musical ability. he thinks that it will be a threat in his world after you pass on. he knows how much you love God so you'll go to heaven, so there will be competition. you dont believe the kinds of wars God and the devil are having because of you,"  he chuckled and then went on, "so i'm supposed to steal your soul. and now we've come full circle." he smiled, but i could tell his eyes were torn. i placed my hand in his and smiled.

   "i'm sorry. i guess that IS a good pick up line," i joked, but yet again he didn't laugh. he got anxious.

   "you don't believe me?" he asked, his face sad now. i gripped his hand harder, letting him know i was being sarcastic. he smiled.

   "so...is this was love feels like?" he joked to me now, looking down at my hand clenching on his. i loosened my grip and smiled. i looked away towards the rushing waves coming near us for high tide. i sighed. it was so romantic how he took me here. i looked back at him, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. he was looking past me at something that no human could see.

  "melissa. we need to go. now."