Thread: Her Guardian Angel (LeDamsel and Don'txxBlink)

Chastity Chase Harris Nineteen year old Chastity Denise Harris, or Chase, as she preffered to be called, sighed as she left the restaurant where she was a waitress, fixing her blouse and her skirt. Her boss had tried to cop a feel on her again and get her to sleep with him but she wasn't that kind of girl. She'd seen what a life a kid gotten from a few one night stands had gotten her mother and herself and she wasn't going to have sex, accidently get pregnant then have a child to care for without someone else around in case something happened to her. Her mother had gotten pregnant after an affair and the guy hadn't even known her mother was pregnant. He'd left far before then. It had left her mother in a precarious position. Regardless, Chase had been born some nine months later and her mother had done the best she could. When Chase had been five years old, her mother had been murdered. Chase had been lucky to escape before the men had killed her and after being found, she'd been placed into foster care. So she had stayed there for thirteen years until turning eighteen, escaping scrapes and sexual assaults from her foster parents, running away a few times. Never settling in one place for long. After her eighteenth birthday, she'd been tossed out on the street. On her own, Chase had found a job as a waitress and after staying in a homeless shelter, she'd finally gotten her own place. It was in a seedy part of town but the cheapest place she could find. She got paid basically shit but she was luckier than most in her situation. Sighing, Chase fixed her purse over her shoulder, walking the two miles from the restaurant to her apartment. She'd been taking the same walking path for the past three months since getting her rather small apartment. Nothing of consequence had ever happened. But tonight was not to be her lucky night. As she rounded the corner in a back alley, she collided with a man and gasped as he grasped hold of her and then looked down at her leering. Lookie lookie what we have here, he chuckled. Fear raced through her and she tugged back, reaching for her pepper spray, turning and running, he was casually walking behind her and she glanced back, screaming as she turned and collided against him again. He grabbed hold of her and grinned. Aren't you just a pretty picture, he growled. Chase struggled as he lifted her up as though she weighed nothing, slamming her into the wall with one hand. She used her pepper spray, spraying his eyes. He growled, letting her go and going to punch her but he missed. Though it was narrowly. She straightened her five feet, four inch tall frame, running as fast as she could through the narrow alleyway. She didn't know what the hell was going on but it was scary. The man swooped down in front of her again, glaring at her and she screamed, dropping back but he grabbed hold of her, lifting her up and throwing her so that she slammed against the brick wall and fell to the grimy ground. Stupid halfling..... he growled, then leaned down, grabbing her hair and lifting her up, ripping her shirt, his finger running over the wing shaped birthmark on her shoulder. Well...I'll be... he grinned then turned her over. She grabbed his hand, pushing him from her but he just grabbed hold of her throat. Easy now halfling...I'm sure Lucifer would be glad to see you, he chuckled. She looked at him, her head hurting but she couldn't let him win. She shoved and for some reason, the bastard flew across the alleyway, slamming into the wall himself but before she could recover or move he was right back on her and slammed his fist into her stomach. She curled over, trying to catch her breath.