With only minor bruising and a few scrapes here and there, it was if her life hadn't been in any danger merely days prior. Elizabeth removed her last bandage and studied her cheek in the mirror. Nothing but a light pink scratch remained. She sighed heavily. Since the day of the attack, her father had been back at work full time, with no possibility for a break anytime soon. Worried about her as well, he called her every morning and night to assure her that he would get to the bottom of the attack she had witnessed.
Although she was usually perfectly accustomed to being left alone, her new state of solitude left Elizabeth edgy and irritable with much too much time on her hands. Because it just so happened to be spring break, she had absolutely no homework to numb her mind with, and the majority of her friends had ventured out on various vacations. Beth decided to turn her attention to the finishing details for the ball that was to take place the following night. However, as she read over her check list, her mind flashed back to the scene of the attack. She saw everything in vivid realism. The flash of the blast as it hurtled toward her. The worried screams of the bystanders. The smoke that clouted the morning air. As her mind continued its recollection, it froze on the memory of her savior. The tall, mysterious man. Shrouded in a lingering power that left the atmosphere around him buzzing with electricity. His wings, dark and magnificent. Unlike anything Beth had ever encountered before. His face, perhaps most important of all, warm and calm, although she knew the chaos of the situation must have affected him as well. It was as though in that moment the only thing that mattered to him, was her safety. The safety of a complete stranger.
Standing, Beth peered at the clock, realizing that she had been lost in thought for nearly an hour.
"I guess I should do something with my day..," she stated blandly.
As she stood to leave, she heard the phone ring, startling her. Who would be calling her? Beth walked to the receiver and answered the call.
"Hello?" She inquired curiously.
"Hello Elizabeth," a sinister voice sang through the transmitter.
Mildly cautious, Elizabeth replied, " Who is this?"
A snickered played out. " Oh of course you wouldn't know who this is.. well it doesn't matter anyhow I suppose. I'm just delivering a message."
Beth listened on in silence, trying to return her heart to a normal pace.
"She may not have been able to finish the job the first time, but rest assured that she will. Now that your little guardian is safe back in his own world, you have no chance. The next time she finds you, do not doubt that she will kill you Elizabeth," the voice continued robotically.
"Who is this?!" Beth cried frantically, but as soon as she finished her question, a steady buzz came over the line. The call was dead.
Immediately, Elizabeth dialed her father's number, knowing that she had to tell him what had just happened. The phone rang unceasingly. Frustrated, Beth hung up. Her breath, uneven and shallow, mimicked her racing heart. What was she going to do? She had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and for the first time in her life she felt completely and utterly alone. Checking the locks religiously, Beth decided it was best to retire for the night, instead of remain awake and allow her fear to fester. As she closed her eyes, she found herself slip into a nightmare, filled with the uncertainty and chaos that seemed to be slowly dominating her once routine world.