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Mr. Spring made sure that I knew some special moves to defend myself.
    So, I was walking. The weather was... not very nice. Heavy and dark clouds were above my head, warning that every minute it could tear and small water drops would touch my body. But I didn't care. I loved rain.
    I took a deep breath when I bumped into something or someone. I lifted my eyes and saw a man in front of me. He was somewhere round twenty five or maybe older. He had dark hair, chocolate color eyes and big smile on his face. The man was wearing a dark leather jacket, jeans and shoes.
    “Oh, sorry,” I said quickly and tried to walked around him, but he gripped my hand. I wasn't happy about that. I looked at him, frowning.
    “Hello, little angel,” he said. His voice sounded surprised, like he couldn't believe himself that I was next to him.
    I shivered. He knew who I was? It was the first thought in my head which turned on alert. Mr. Spring told me many times that I must never tell who I really was. Angels were powerful, but not when they were alone.
    “Sorry, but I need to go,” I tried to rescue my hand from his hold, but it was pointless. He only gripped it tighter.
    “You know, it was a long time before I have met an angel as pretty as you,” he stared at me with big eyes, like he wanted to eat me.
    “Please, let me go,” I asked him in a whisper.
    He seemed pleased to hear me pleading for my freedom. I didn't like that.
    “I am Marcus,” he introduced himself and took one small step forward. I could smell his perfume which reminded me of burning paper.
    “Melody,” I said and I didn't understand why I told him my name.
    “Melody,” he said only to try how my name could sound in his voice. “It's nice to meet you.”
    I gulped. I quickly glanced around, trying to find someone who could to help me. Marcus noticed that. He wasn't happy that I wanted to escape, to leave him.
    He quickly imprisoned my other hand and pulled me after him. I tried to struggle, scream, but my body didn't obey. It seemed almost to me that he could control it. I knew that it was impossible, but at that moment I couldn't think straight.
    Marcus pulled me into some kind of house. It smelt strange in the room. I didn't like that smell. I tried once again to force my body to move, but the fail met me and I had to stay next to that man.
    “Don't try,” in the end Marcus said. I looked at him surprised. He was staring at me again. “You know, that it isn't safe for an angel who is so pretty to walk where devils leave,” he said and let my hands go, but he didn't walk away. He just stood two feet away from me.
    “Why ...why are you calling me angel?” I heard myself asking him in a trembling voice.
    My parents once, really long time ago, told me that if there are angels, there should be and devils, demons, but I had never believed in that. Now, I knew that there were these thing. One of them tricked me.
    “Because you are,” he answered simply. “And I should say, that you are the most beautiful angel I have ever seen, Melody,” he took a step closer to me.
    “Who are you?” I found myself asking. A fear was starting to grown in me.
    “A devil or a demon. You can choose how you want to call me, angel.”
    I took one huge step back. Marcus didn't like that. He step forward again.
    “What...” I lost my voice. I knew that I shouldn't let fear control me, but because I was such a shy girl, anything could scary me.
    “Why do your eyes look so sad, my pretty angel?” he asked and put his fingers on my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes, which I tried to avoid.
    “Please, let me go,” I repeated my request.
    He shook his head. It was his answer. Marcus didn't want to let me go. Why? And how did he know who I was? What would he do to me? Why? All those questions were in my head, making me even more scared that I should be at that moment.
    “You can trust me,” he said in a soft voice and I almost wanted to believe in that.
    “Please, I want to go