Angels Of Elements by Angel92296 (summer beach reads .TXT) 📕

devastated by the lost of his beloved wife and says to the press, “How will I ever go on?” We give Mr. Crowell our deepest respect for him and his beloved wife.
“Serena? May I come in?” Angelo’s voice asked from behind my closed door. I looked at the books spread around my room and shrugged.
“Come in,” I said. The door cracked open and he slid into the room, closing the door behind him. He saw the article on the page and he pointed at it.
“May I?” he asked. I handed him the book and he rubbed a long finger across the page. I could see a little hint of a frown form on his lips. He handed me back my book and I hid it behind my back.
“I have a question. Why are you mentioned in all of my keeper’s journals?” I asked.
“I was assigned to protect you. Your status is more than what it appears. If I’m not mistaken, you’re the last or close to last Angel of Water. You were a very smart artist and you interested me. I wasn’t supposed to come to close to you. They didn’t kill you but they knew you couldn’t ignore a disaster that was happening right under your nose,” he said. He didn’t look up at me. “After that, I kept my distance. After losing someone like that, I had to avoid it again. I knew you would come back but I didn’t want to be anywhere around you. So I stayed as far away as possible. But here we are.”
“I guess I caused you a lot of pain in the past. But I can’t be held accountable for the past. Not for a life I don’t remember,” I said coldly. I didn’t like anything he just said and I was going to let him know it.
“No! That’s not what I meant. I just meant that I know what would happen if I were to get too attached. I have nothing against you Serena,” he said. He let out a sigh of relief when I relaxed.
“What is your kind?” I asked lifting my chin in a defensive way.
“I’m one of the Nexona. I looked him up and down and saw how muscular he actually looked. His bold shoulders were tight and he seemed troubled.
“Is something wrong?” I asked walking to my desk.
“Why do you ask?” he asked. I felt his eyes on me as I searched for something on the desk.
“Your shoulders, you’re tensed. Are you preparing for battle already?” I asked sarcastically.
“You could say that. Sorry to have disturbed you Lady Serena,” he said. He turned to open the door and I jumped in front of him.
“You’re not getting off that easily,” I said.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked confused. I sighed and shook my head.
“I need to know some things. Something I know you know the answers to,” I said.
“I think I have something that might help you answer those questions for you,” he said staring at the door, expecting me to let him past. I slid away from the door and he opened it. Cameron was hovering just by the door waiting for me with an angered smile. I rolled my eyes and walked toward him.
“Is love boy here reinventing the past?” Cameron asked.
“Learn your place and speak when spoken to,” Angelo hissed. I raised my eyebrows in shock at the seriousness in his voice. Cameron growled and watched as Angelo swiftly walked away.
“I don’t like the guy,” Cameron grumbled.
“You don’t like any guy that gives me the time of day,” I said, shaking my head. This made him chuckle.
“You have no idea how true that is,” he said wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He walked with me to the library where Marcel and Marcos were hovering over yet another book. Their eyes immediately looked up at us. Marcos went back to reading but Marcel stared with a challenging smile directed to Cameron. I pushed away from Cameron and sat next to Marcos.
“I can’t live with a whole bunch of guys. This is seriously going to kill me,” I whined. Marcos chuckled and glanced up at Cameron who still stood at the door.
“Shouldn’t you be heading back to the club Cameron?” Marcos asked him.
“Yeah. It’s getting kind of competitive in here anyway,” he said glaring at Marcel.
“I will walk you to the door,” I said eager to get him out of this room as soon as possible. Hopping from my seat, I walked to Cameron. He slid his arm securely around my waist and pulled my into a kiss I wasn’t expecting. I heard a small growl come from Marcel and a sigh come from Marcos. I was frozen in shock so I didn’t do react to the kiss. When Cameron pulled away, he was smiling with amusement plain in his eye. I grabbed his hand, squeezing it with anger, and pulling him out the door. I saw him send a smug smile in Marcel’s direction and I pulled him harder. Once out the room and out of ear shot, I punched him in the face. What made me even more pissed was that he only laughed, though his nose was bleeding and probably broken.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” I yelled.
“I don’t like these guys. Not just because of the way they act but because of what they are. They’re Nexona angels Reyna,” he said wiping at the blood from his nose. He sounded serious. “If I have to make you hate me to keep you away from them, then so be it. They aren’t like us,” he said. I sighed because I’ve known Cameron a long time. He may talk crap but he has a kind heart and he is very protective.
“Thank you for trying to protect me but these guys aren’t the enemies. Not yet anyway,” I said.
“If you say so,” he said. I watched as he turned away from me and walked toward the front door. I sighed when he was gone and turned around running smack in Angelo. He caught me by the arm before I hit the floor. When I was steady I pulled my arm away. He put his arm to his side as if he regretted what he just did. In his other hand was a shiny long blade that I surprisingly recognize. Recognized and feared.
“Where did you get that sword?” I asked, taking a few steps back.
“You remember it?” he asked in amazement.
“Why do you have that? I thought I got rid of it. No one was suppose to find that,” I said staring at the shining blade. The blade was rare and heavy. The only thing that blade has every touched is flesh and blood. It has the power to make the purest person the most lethal person in the world. It was my greatest weapon before I realized who I really am.
“It was given to me by my master. You are well known by the True Bloods. Korana speaks highly of you,” he said holding the sword out to me. I took a giant leap back, shaking my head.
“She knows what I did. She knows why I gave her the damn thing in the first place. I don’t want that thing,” I snarled.
“I understand,” he said putting the blade back at his side. I sighed at the fact that he didn’t push the matter any further. “Though I am curious.”
“Curious about what?” I asked finally relaxed.
“On how good you are with a sword. My job was to keep my distance and I did what was told of me. For a while anyway,” he said looking at the floor.
“I guess you won’t know until tomorrow during training. Please keep that thing away from me. You will regret it if you don’t,” I said walking past him. I walked to the library thinking only of the way Cam acted tonight. Living with these Nexona angels aren’t going to get to my head. I refuse to let that happen. I am also going to have to set some limits from Cameron. I could still feel the essence of his lips on mine. When I walked into the library Kyle was glaring at Marcos. Marcos ignored him and continued reading in the book he had.
“I just thought of something else,” Marcel spoke, rubbing his jaw line in deep thought. “We might not be the only ones looking for the portal. Some people actually want the damn thing open. How are we going to keep what is inside in and what’s not inside from freeing what’s inside?”
“Excellent point that you have created but the solution is very simple. We must get as much Nexona and Elementals as necessary. Serena is well trained in combat,” Marcos said looking up at me from his book. He pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Well trained is an understatement,” I laughed.
“We’ll have to see about that,” Marcel said looking me up and down.
“I’m going to call it a night. Training is at five o’ clock sharp,” I said to Marcel.
“In the morning?” he asked in anger. I laughed at his reaction.
“Of course,” I said. I turned out of the library and headed to my room. I hopped in my bed and stared at the ceiling thinking of the past. I was so desperate to let it go and no one stopped me. Now I have to bring it all back and I’m scared that I won’t be able to. I thought about the past until it gently pushed my eyelids closed and I drifted to sleep.

Chapter Five

The water filled my lungs but it felt just as pure as air. It flowed freely in an out of my opened mouth. My hair floated in curly strands as I swirled my arms around me embracing the beauty and freedom of the water until I saw him. He stood there below me, looking at me as if I was the answer to all of his unanswered questions. Our eyes met and he smiled. He lifted his right hand out to me and without hesitation I swam toward him. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me into his arm. I laughed and it came out in bubbles out of my mouth. He held his hands gently around my waist and put his lips to my forehead. I then looked at him and his smile was gone. It was replaced with a frown that looked permanent on his beautiful face. I frowned at him and then I was being pulled away. The water began to burn at my lungs and I was finding it really hard to breath. I can’t breathe.
I sat up trying to catch my breath. I was shivering and my heart was pounding in my chest. The dreamed played over and over in my head. The water and him staring at me with a smile. It was Angelo that had stood smiling in the dream. The dream felt so real as if it was actually happening. I shook my head to clear and jumped off my bed. I slid into a pair of sweat pant and an old pair of converse. I pinned my hair up into a bun and slipped quietly in the hallway. I walked downstairs to where the whole entire room was covered with swords and exercise equipment. I kicked at the practice dummy standing in the corner. I punched and kicked at the dummy with anger and without mercy until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Marcel stood dressed similar to me in sweat pants and sneakers.
“Are you ready to apply that force to a real person?” he asked. I smirked and