The Fallen Angels Captives

Sunlight streamed gently through the window. Opening my eyes groggily, I glanced at my red alarm clock through slitted eyes. My eyes flew wide open when I saw it was half seven and that my alarm had failed to go off, which made me now half an hour late for work. I jumped out of bed, grabbing my phone at the same time, seeing that Melissa, who was both my best friend and work partner, had called five times. My bedroom was small but cozy, and ok, a little messy too. The walls were a warm purple and gold. My double bedsheets a matching purple and white, whilst the curtains were a matching gold. Staring at myself in the reflection of my wardrobe mirror, I sighed. I would never be slim, tall or long legged like a model as Melissa was. No, I was on the bigger side and curvy at only five foot two. My deep brown doe eyes Melissa loved, but I found them boring along with my simple medium length straight black hair. My skin was as dark as the night sky on a starless night. I had lovely warm doe eyes, a button nose and perfect cupid bow lips upon a flawlessly smooth face. I had no confidence, though. Guys always wanted the blonde, blue-eyed look that Melissa had going on, which is why I was always left sitting alone in the corner of a pub even on a double date, because the guys would usually end up fighting over Melissa and trying to impress her. Problem was, I also loved the blonde blue-eyed look, it reminded me of angels, and I wanted my own angel. I was Catholic and a virgin, which I could only imagine further hindered me in trying to find a man, when they much preferred wild and fun girls like my best friend. I shook myself from my dark thoughts and hurriedly pulled on a simple white T-shirt and jeans, scraped my hair messily back into a low ponytail and figured screw the make-up and raced out the door. Jumping into my car, I tried to get to work as fast as I could without breaking any speeding limits. When I parked up in the staffing parking lot, I jumped out the door and slammed it so fast my hair ended up trapped between it. Crying out in both pain and humiliation as passersby snickered at me, I fumbled around blindly, unable to see where the handle was for fear of ripping myself bold. When I was finally free, I raced up the stairs of my work building and never had a chance to calm my heated cheeks from the hair incident because my feet chose that moment to somehow wrap around themselves, making me land almost face-first into the stairs if it weren't for someone yanking me back just in time. "Really, Destiny, still as clumsy as you were when you were five," laughed Melissa. "what? Me? Never, it's mother's fault for not shooting me out fast enough at birth. Starved my brain of oxygen for too long," I mock scowled. Melissa laughed harder at that and answered, "yeah, yeah, keep sticking with that story, Des, we all believe it." Melissa made her way back to her office chair, and I tried to hide behind her. Unfortunately, Mrs. Denfold, our boss, still caught sight of me. With her gray hair in a loose bun, glasses perked on the bridge of her nose and those ice cold green eyes, I could have sworn she worked as the devil's right hand man...or woman. Those piercing green eyes had a way of striking right through your own eyes and down to your very soul. At least, that's what I told myself when fear hit my chest and my heart started to pound as I sheepishly made my way past our endearing boss. My grandma had always told me people with green eyes were a little mad in the head anyways. I slunk down quietly into my chair beside Melissa and got to typing on my computer. Opening it up, I saw a new case for us to look into. It was a case of apparent demonic possession. Yeah, that's right. I didn't have an ordinary life. Nope, both me and Melissa had always been interested in everything supernatural. We had learned, read and watched so many things that we hadn't realized we had practically become demonologists. Whenever something out of the ordinary happened, it was us that friends and family and eventually, strangers came to for help and explanations. To be honest, more often than not the we would find something completely normal, but not always. Word must have gotten around or something because one day our boss had come along and offered us a job to investigate the paranormal and supernatural. Only catch was it was top secret, as in don't tell your friends, your family, no one, or you might possibly die, green piercing eyes your last sight before you left this earth. Ok, ok, I was exaggerating, at least I think I was. All I knew was that it was secret, after all, nobody believed or knew about werewolves, vampires etc, existing. Our company had their own cleaning crew, so if people kept complaining why there was no proof that was why. I had seen for myself how genius they were. Literally, no trace would be left of a supernatural body or CCTV images...nothing and that's the way Mrs Denfold liked it. In ninety-nine percent of cases, demonic possessions were usually nothing more than some form of mental health issue, but they were still required to check it out anyway. Glancing over at Melissa who was reading the same case, I asked, "Want to check it out?" Melissa grinned back at me and replied, "wouldn't dare miss an invitation to meet the devil."