Post by JASMINE ELLA MONTGOMERY on Mar 6, 2012 21:49:51 GMT -8
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #7e1627;][cs=2] jasmine ella montgomery. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #0F104B;][cs=2] female. fallen angel. writer. twenty. |
my name is jasmine and i’m an angel. well, i used to be. i’ve fallen from heaven. i committed a sin that i shouldn’t have, but what can i say. growing up i wasn’t aware that supernatural creatures existed. vampires, shifters, even angels. i was naive when i was a child, my parents usually sheltering me from the outside world. my mother was a bit over bearing, almost as if she knew what was truly out there in the world and was trying to protect me from it. my father didn’t seem aware of it, but my mother watched my like a hawk. this was during the renaissance and i had developed a love for art. i desired to paint, but that didn’t seem right for women. i found it unfair, but my mother seemed to know my tastes. she betrothed me to a young lord who also had a taste for art. i was married by eighteen, but i only lived to be twenty. i stepped outside for fresh air during a ball. i was alone, i know cliche, but i felt cramped with all the people around me. anyways, i was outside for maybe only a few minutes when i was approached by a young man. my mother wasn’t there to send signals that he was more than just a man. he happened to be a vampire. the night is fuzzy, but what i remember is a sharp pain in my neck as i felt my life force draining away. there was a darkness for a short time before there was light. turns out i was dead. despite my mothers best efforts i had fallen victim to a supernatural creature. now i was one. as an angel i was give the duty of watching over humans and keeping them safe. i kept my family safe until it was their time to go, and when they passed on i was there to greet them. i watched humans from the safety of heaven, whispering in their ears when things were dangerous or not following the righteous path. for two hundred years i was intuition of humans and their guardian, until i met him. i had come down from heaven for a special charge, hoping to turn them from the dark path they were following. he appeared, sensing what i was. since becoming an angel i was able to recognize other supernatural creatures. he was demon, but what he specifically was... i couldn’t place. he didn’t seem to be afraid of me, but i was afraid of him. something about him was unsettling and made my stomach churn. turns out he was an incubus. i found out the hard way. he seduced me with ease, the night still vivid in my mind after a hundred years. his kisses were feverish and passionate, his hands roaming skin in ways that my husband never did. my body felt such pleasure, something i had never before experienced. i should have resisted, fought against him, but instead i submitted to a lust that i had been shut away long ago. the incubus extracted it from me. i was punished for my sin a hundred years ago. in europe i traveled, moving from place to place when people began to realize that i wasn’t aging. i haven’t encountered the incubus since. i didn’t even find out what is name was. but each time i let my mind wander to that night i’m reminded of why i’m punished, but then i question that maybe going back to being an angel is the best choice for me. i can’t stop thinking about what happened, it even haunts me in my dreams. part of me wants to push it away, and part of me wants to fully get lost in the lust lingering beneath. i’ve come to london now as a writer, still trying to amend for the sin that i’ve committed. but as i said, it’s difficult when the memory haunts you in your sleep. at this point, i’m not sure what to do anymore. maybe writing out my stories of passion and love will cleanse my system so i can get back to heaven. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #0F104B;][cs=2] confused. honest. artistic. punctual. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #7e1627;][cs=2] telsa. nina dobrev. |
