25|Angel in the Dark

~Rory~

Hidden in the dark and harsh beating pellet of rain, my heart stilled, and so did every part of my body. I hardly took a gasp before another lightning strike. The man - not human, whatever he was - audibly sniffed my neck, appraising, evaluating me. For what? I’m not sure I want to know.

Surprisingly, knowing he isn’t human didn’t cite fear in me.

“You’re not afraid,” he murmured, a whisper in my ear in duet with the roar of angry thunder slicing through the storm’s holler.

Both hands fencing me by the car, he inhaled and exhaled, not for breathing but to sniff me like a wild animal nosing its food. Another lightning and I caught a glimpse of his tongue running over his protruded teeth.