Angela was born with a special gift unknown to her, she could sense spiritual presence and strange voices. How could this be happening? an explanation she has been searching for.
it's late in the night, she felt a strange wind blew into her room, she could feel some strange being trying to enter her room, she took her mattress and cover herself up, holding her pillow so tight, as if it was her weapon.
The wind blown off her mattress, making her alert for the incoming, her windows was now wide open, with strange voices in her head.
who's there? show yourself now.
I'm not afraid of you,
No, you shouldn't be my queen. A strange voice replied her
A tall white man, with shining blue eyes passing the room through the open window moved his long hair gently. She felt a great urge to touch them but held herself on a second thought. He was just too handsome, her young mind reasoned.
"Who are you?" she asked suddenly. He took his gaze off the window and glanced at her with another friendly smile. Her heart missed a beat.
"A nice question indeed!" He said with quiet dignity and paused for a while, looking at Angela face. "I am Evans," he replied not taking his gaze off her. She looked at him with a little frown in her brow. She knew the name sound familiar.
"My Queen, there are mysteries you would never understand in life. You just grow to accept them the way they are." He replied as he stared out off the window, into the darkness of the night. She was still awed by his look and wondered again in what strange reaches the mind behind those beautiful eyes floated. She stared at his bare feet, then back to his hair and face.
"Now that you are here, what do you want from me and why do you call me your queen?"
He smiled reminiscently and took his gaze back to her. He folded his arms across his chest, looking at her with strange admiration. " A good question" His eyes sparkled with pleasure, but before your questions are answered, i want to warn you that whatever that's going to happen between us should remain A Secret! you must not disclose it to any one, even your parents!"
Angela gave a strange look towards him. He smiled at her again, making her tension and fear give way to calmness .
"My Queen," he called gently and leaned towards her ears " I have come for you." She lifted her eyebrows in mild surprise.
"How?" she looked confused.
Ignoring her question, He leaned gently towards her an kissed her. She became entranced. Slowly, he untied the rope of her nightdress, staring intently into her eyes.
She was able to regaining her sense, she tried to resist but felt weakness enveloping her. Something inside of her yearned for him but the female pride dwelling in her would not allow him to have his way easily.
She began to fight back but her efforts were utterly fruitless. Her walls of defense were breaking down gradually and she knew it. She gave up her struggles and yielded herself to him. Her curiosity wanted to know how it feels like because she was just fifteen and this act was her first.
