Broken and rebuilt

Angel

>> Unknown POV<<

I heard a branch snap, and instantly I was on full alert. I aimed my sub toward the noise, the torch lighting up the night in front of me. Bryan took a while to register, as he was whining about his wife, again. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, but I didn’t care, as long as this asshole didn’t get me killed. He glanced down at me in ready position, and quickly followed suit. Seeing nothing, but feeling something not quite right, I call out the usual spiel - “Who’s there? Come out with your hands up!”

With hands above her head, up stood the most beautiful angel I had ever seen. And I had seen her many times, but still she took my breath away. I caught my breath, and stood there entranced. Bryan broke the silence, putting his weapon down and heaving a sigh of relief. “Mrs Smith, Jesus you gave us such a fright!”

Mrs Smith, Jenna. My Jenna. Ha, in my dreams. She looked nothing like the glamourous model I’d see wondering the halls of that giant house – now she stood before me cold, wet, in a nightgown with a long black trench coat, open and flowing behind her. Her usually golden hair looked darker in the wet, and with no make-up, my mind triggered a memory from long ago. Even still, she was so beautiful.  She looked haunted, her face a little sunken in, and a light bruise around her eye...wait, did that asshole hit her?

“Sorry to disturb you, Mrs Smith”, Bryan finally spoke. “But what are you doing out here, in this weather, and wearing that?”

Suddenly our earpieces started crackling. You’d think with all the money Javier makes doing his dodgy deals, he could afford better f*****g earpieces. I couldn’t quite make out what the guard chief was saying, but he sounded panicked. I looked up at Jenna and thought I noticed a flicker of panic cross her angelic face, before replacing it again with a peaceful smile. Hmm, what's going on, I wonder...

“Bryan, so good to see you” – her voice sent a cool shiver down my spine. I don't remember actually hearing her speak so closely to me before. Is it possible that she speaks like the whisper of unicorns, frolicking in the rainbows on f*****g clouds! Jesus Christ her voice was intoxicating.

She put her hands down and started walking towards us. Something didn’t feel right, why is she smiling at me? Damn those big brown eyes were so beautiful, like a sweet lake of chocolate milk, I could swim in them all day...Shit! Snap out of it!

I raise my sub again, with a smile this time. I knew she was ex-military. Hell we served at the same time. If she wanted to kill us, she would've done it without us even knowing she was there. “Please don’t move. What’s going on?”.

She smirks a little before pulling out a tranquilizer gun and shooting me and Bryan in quick succession. Bryan was bending down to cough, and the tranq dart got him right in the middle of his forehead. Mine hit in the left shoulder, but no sting. I saw Bryan go down, damn this s**t works fast. Without looking, I guess the dart hit my vest. Confused with what is happening, I decide to fake pass out. Rolling my eyes back in my head I dramatically fall to the ground, releasing the trigger on my sub.

I hear branches c***k under her feet as she walks towards us. I hear her give Bryan a little kick, and I can’t help but smile. My Jenna is still a badass.

“I hit your vest on purpose, get up!” I hear, then I feel a little kick. I open one eye quizzically, and she smiles and offers her hand. I take it and stand, a look of confusion over my face.

“My name is Jenna, it’s nice to meet you,” she purrs and I feel a stirring below my belt. Jesus Jenna, what are you doing to me?

“Christian” I smirk, giving her hand a slight shake before pulling away. It's funny to think that this is the first time she's meeting me, when I've known her so long.

“I’m sorry Christian, I have to go. Please don’t tell anyone you saw me.” She looks down at Bryan and continues, “He’ll be ok, just make up some story about whiskey – I know he’s a drinker”, she shudders as she pulls the dart from his head and pockets it safely in her trench coat.

She walks around to the driver’s side of the red civic and unlocks the door. I’m so confused but this is hilarious. Is this really happening? “Excuse me, Jenna”, I start. She just smiles, shuts the door and guns the engine.

“f**k I’m fired anyway” I mutter, and open the passenger door. She smiles and says “Hold on, Christian”, and peels off into the night.

I think I’m in love.