Recently I was listening to Katy Perry’s extraterrestrial song and character Samuel Perry from the True Intention Series quickly entered my mind. Every sentance reminded me of him to the point of giving me chills. It is if Katy was thinking of him when she wrote E.T. (I girl can dream, can’t she *smiles*)
I’ll let you decide . . . .
You’re so hypnotizing (Ava O’Brian as well as every girl in the universe would agree 100%)
Could you be the devil (Pretty good guess, Katy)
Could you be an angel (Another great guess! Dark Angel fits him perfectly!)
Your touch magnetizing (Ava finds herself feeling exactly these sensations with every touch)
Feels like I am floating
Leaves my body glowing
They say be afraid (Who wouldn’t be afraid to have a Dark Angel sent here to tempt you, like Samuel Perry, in their world?)
You’re not like the others (He definitely isn’t like your average teenage boy)
Futuristic lover
Different DNA
They don’t understand you
You’re from a whole other world –> (Even though it is the same “earth”, living as an immortal slave of Satan is much different than being human)
You open my eyes (Ava’s world once she discovers what Sam is will never be the same)
And I’m ready to go
Lead me into the light (Can she save him or will he be her demise?)
Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison (Like the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden, Ava must resist the biggest tempation in her life)
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction (That might be in her future when dealing with a Dark Angel)
Boy, you’re an alien (After being immortal for 200 plus years, imagine his practice!)
Your touch are foreign
It’s supernatural
Extraterrestrial (It might be much easier for Ava to resist if she was dealing with an Alien than Samuel Perry)
Good Luck Ava! You’re gonna need it.
Prologue
I look up from the floor suddenly realizing I’ve been tricked. I am going to die, and there is nothing I can do to get out of it now.
I, and only I, made the choices that led me to this horrific fate.
How could I have been so stupid?
How could I have trusted him?
As I think back, I know deep down in my heart I never had a chance to begin with. This fate would have happened one way or another.
The pain seems to be getting worse. Even the simple act of breathing is starting to become more difficult. Cold sweat glistens on my eyebrows.
“Will it be quick?” I ask him, in too much pain to move.
“Probably not,” he answers honestly.
His sheepishly guilty smile grows larger as he walks circles around where I lie—helpless and in agonizing pain.
His beauty is probably the last thing I will see.
He will remain here, an angel among us.
While I die, betrayed by a boy I trusted.
I know there will be no heaven for me. No real angels in my future.
He stops at my feet, looking down at me with disgust.
“I thought you would have figured it out. You’re not nearly as smart as I gave you credit for. I had you in checkmate from the first moment I met you,” he brags.
His intuition is frightening.
I have nothing to say in my defense. Maybe he’s right.
Chapter One: BECOMING LOST
How ironic for a single day to hold such power—the ability to change my outlook on life. This cool, breezy, autumn day—October 15th—does exactly that.
My heavy and blood-crusted eyes open to see a white light shining directly down on my face. Its luster so intense, I find it virtually impossible to keep my eyes open. Heaven enters my mind. I wait patiently for the pain in my body to finally dissipate as I cross over. Unfortunately, the pain just continues to intensify even while I lie motionless. Instead of the voice of God, an unfamiliar, female voice speaks my name.
“Ava, Ava . . . can you hear me?” the angelic voice asks, sounding desperate and pleading.
While making a conscious effort to open my mouth and reply, my voice cracks. The bitter taste of dried blood sits on my lips and tickles the back of my parched throat.
I nod with extreme effort to give some sort of response.
“She’s responsive,” the same person yells out. Other voices mumble in the background, but their words sound muffled to my numb ears. It’s like they’re talking inside a tunnel.
“Ava, I’m Dr. Bonfiglio,” the familiar, female voice continues to explain, once again directing her attention toward me. “You’re at Cook County Hospital. You’ve been in an accident. We’re trying to take care of you. Do you know what day of the week today is?”
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open.
What day? What day is it?
Why isn’t the answer jumping out, just like if someone asked my age? Nothing comes to mind except wanting to curse from the uncomfortably hard surface beneath me, the one causing my buttocks to feel numb and my ribs to ache with each deep breath.
It hits me.
Saturday.
The memory comes back quickly, and in detail, like sitting at the theater watching a movie. I remember.
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