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Dawn Turner

"Are you crazy? Get out of here!" I yelled and tried to cover myself with the short dress I picked up. I'd be lying if I said that dress made any difference.

"Oh please don't flatter yourself like that. I couldn't care less about whatever you have going on down there." He said, staring straight into my eyes. My jaw dropped in disbelief. How did he manage to turn this around on me?

And even if he's just staring at my face, it's still creepy to walk in on someone while they're getting dressed.

If only I had a pan right now...

"Not that this makes things any less creepy but, moving on. Would you mind letting me get dressed first before you kill me in whichever kind way you please?" I gave him the nicest smile I could master.

He raised his brows at me. "You don't seem to be afraid of me anymore. Did smacking me in the face a couple times give you false hope that maybe you'll defeat me and make it out alive in the end?" The fallen angel asked innocently.

"Oh, not at all. I just saw you make 3 men fall dead to the ground without even touching them, had butterflies appear out of nowhere to attack me on demand, and then proceed to disappear into thin air twice. So excuse me if I've accepted my fate a little too fast for your liking and want you to just kill me already." Despite trying to sound calm, I could tell my voice came out shaky when he shot me an arrogant smile. I wish I had his disappearing abilities because I would've been long gone by now but unfortunately, not all of us are born special.

"I don't know... Hearing that just makes me want to keep you alive even more and torture you as slowly as I could before killing you." I shot him my coldest glare and flipped him off. "Speaking of torturing you slowly, did you think of me much during your interview?" He asked sarcastically.

I gasped loudly and pointed my finger at him accusingly. "I knew it was you." Of course it was him.

I know I'm not the smartest person in this world, or even this mall, but I knew there was no way I heard the wrong thing three times and all three words being related to him as well. It had to be his doing.

"Did you, now?" He leaned against the wall of the cubicle we were in.

"Yes, I did actually. So what did you do then? Take over her body?" I asked him knowingly.

I'm think I'm finally starting to understand what this man is actually capable of.

"What am I? A ghost?" He rolled his eyes.

Well damn. I guess I still don't understand anything then.

"I may or may not have done a little 9 hour research on fallen angels and saw that you can take the image of human beings if you wanted." Maybe if I told him about the research I did last night, he wouldn't think I'm as dumb.

"Oh you did a research about me, love? Be careful or I might start thinking you're in love with me." He faked a smiled then placed a hand on his heart. I've hated a lot of men in my life but he is, by far, the worst.

"As if I would ever fall in love with you." I rolled my eyes at his stupid words. "I was just looking for ways to defend myself from you." And I'd be lying if I told you I found anything.

You see, I don't think anyone has gone through what I'm going through right now. I was able to find information about fallen angels easily but I couldn't really find anything about getting rid of them.

"I thought pans were your way of defending yourself from me." He countered back. He's not wrong.

"You don't know me." He probably does.

"How do you explain filling your whole house with pans then? And even giving one to your sweet innocent mother?" He asked innocently. I wanted to smack that smile right off his face.

"You are an actual stalker. Get help." It's probably not a good idea to be insulting a fallen angel who is trying to kill me but he seems to be going along with it so I might as well let it all out now.

"I'm not a stalker. I just have a way of knowing things." He winked at me.

"And what else do you know?" I huffed.

"Only everything?"

"And you're trying to convince me you're not a stalker? This is not helping your case at all Mr.Fallen Angel."

"I was not stalking you. And it's Alexander." He crossed his arms over his chest. Mr.Fallen Angel finally has a name now.

"Then how could you possibly know everything about me? Like how I gave my mother a pan and how I had an interview today?" I pointed my eyes at him.

"I'm sorry, does your mind not give you all the information you need whenever you ask it to like mine does?" He asked sarcastically.

"Your mind gives you information?" I asked in awe.

"Maybe."

"Cool." I nodded impressed. "Wait what? No, not cool, that's very creepy." Did I seriously just compliment my future killer? Get your shit together, Dawn.

"Whatever you say, Rapunzel."

"Stop calling me that."

"Well stop being that."

"What do you want from me?" I finally asked him.

"I want to kill you."

Well that was blunt.

"Then why haven't you killed me yet? You already had your chance multiple times." I pressed on the matter.

I needed answers and he was the only one that could provide me with some. Maybe I'd be able to find a loophole in his plan to kill me if I knew more about him and his plans for me as well.

"Wow, you want me to kill you already? I think we're taking a little things too fast, love. We've barely known each other for a week." He said in a low tone, bringing his face closer to mine.

"You are such a sadist."

"I was flirting. I thought that's what you wanted." He shot me a confused look but I can tell he knew exactly what I meant.

"This is not at all what I wanted. And as much as I enjoyed the flirting, that we totally did not do by the way, I have a friend waiting for me." I gave him fakest smile I could manage and turned to open the door.

He laughed. "You have friends?"

When I turned around to slap him, he was gone already.

I'll make sure to smack him with my pan even harder next time.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Skylar asked for the third time after I finished getting dressed and left the fitting room.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it." I gave her an assured smile, despite not being fine at all.

I didn't feel like going to a party anymore and I hated the fact that I gave Alexander enough power to make me feel this way.

Ever since my meeting with the fallen angel, I've been in a really bad mood. It wasn't until he disappeared into thin air again that it sunk in that I have to be dealing with him a lot from now on.

Even though today went well and he didn't try to kill me, I feel like I only managed to survive this because he was in a good mood. The fact that he might still come after me with a new attack strategy when he's in a bad mood made me realize that I somehow became an actual punching bag to this Fallen angel and I had no one to help me at all.

"So, I was thinking. Do you want to have a sleep over at my house? We can stuff our faces with ice-cream and watch 17 again starring the one and only Zac Efron!" Skylar yelled out his name on our way to the parking lot. I didn't even have to look around me to know people were giving us weird looks. Being friends with a loud extrovert is... interesting.

"I'm in. Let's go!" I grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards her car before she could yell more in public.

17 again is probably one of my favorite movies ever. I don't know what it is about this movie but I never get bored of it and I've watched it at least 5 times already.

Skylar rolled her eyes. "Someone has the 17 again fever." I turned to give her a serious look.

"Everyone has the 17 again fever."

The drive to Skylar's house was quick. Her parents were always away so we thankfully had the house all to ourselves. Skylar immediately rushed to the kitchen to make some popcorn the second we arrived and I was grateful for that because I somehow always burn the popcorn when I make them.

Half an hour later, we were settled on the couch comfortably when I got a call from my mom.

"Yes mom, I'm sleeping over at Sky-OH MY GOD STOP JUMPING ON YOUR DAD!" I yelled at the girl on TV as if she would be able to hear me. "As I was saying before past Zac Efron got jumped by his future daughter, I'm staying over at Skylar's--HOLY SHIT, STOP IT! I'll talk to you later mom. I'm at Skylar's house!" I quickly hung up and continued staring intently on the movie.

"This movie is so interesting. It's almost like we haven't watched it at least 5 times."

"I know."

"What do you think will happen at the end?"

I punched her shoulder lightly. "You already know what will happen at the end."

She shook her head lightly with a frown. "It still won't hurt to pretend like we don't know what's going to happen at every second." She complained. It's best to never argue with Skylar over movies.

Our conversation got cut off when we heard the door open from the hallway. I turned around to see who came in and my eyes landed on Skylar's sister; Crystal, walking in with a guy I've never met before. I watched as the two of them passed by us quietly and went upstairs, probably to her room.

What made my heart drop was the fact that the guy turned around to look at me for a brief second before they completely went up the stairs, and I swear I saw his eyes turn from the color brown to the deepest shade of green I have ever seen.

I looked back at Skylar to see if she saw what I had seen but she was looking straight at the TV with adoration at Zac Efron.

"Who was that?" I tried to sound nonchalant as I asked Skylar about the mysterious guy.

"This is my sisters' boyfriend, Zach."