That bar was no place for a girl like her.

It was dirty, dark and filled with thick, dark smoke. Only bastards and sluts belonged in that cave. That fucking cave with it's blood-stained metal cage were I made my living.

I never dared to stay in one place for two long. Eventually the truth comes out. So I paid for the food and gas I needed the only damn way I knew how, with violence.

I wouldn't say thing were going good for me but they were better than usual. The people in that pathetic little town didn't give a fuck about me. They never looked past my face and fists in that cage.

Then she walked into the bar were she didn't belong.

I'll never know how long she was there. How much she saw. I was to caught up in my battles, giving myself over to the rush coursing threw my blood, to notice who entered or left that hell.

The only reasons I saw her at all was 'cause she didn't leave. She was still there deep into the night with her free water and silent prayer.

She must have been on the road for weeks, she had that look to her.

But God, she was still beautiful, angelic even. I almost sat next to her, bought her all the damn food and drinks she wanted. I almost threw her over my shoulder like the caveman I am and carried her out of that prison to my truck to ravish her.

But I didn't.

Partly cause it scared the shit out of me. I was a lone, violent man. I didn't have thoughts like that. I didn't feel that way, especially about some girl who's name I didn't even know.

Partly cause she was a baby. She was young, pure and fragile. Despite her days on the road.

So I had my beer and shot her a quick look. I knew she was different, better. She knew what I was too. Don't ask me how. I'm as clueless as the next fucker.

Then that jackass from the last fight was up in my face, all 'cause I kicked his sorry ass.

The she screamed and I reacted.

I was horrified to look at her, my claws bared. I was afraid a look of disgust would be on her face.

But instead, she looked at men in wonder.

And I was gone.

And she followed me.

And I let her.

And I'm mixed up in this shit because of her. Not that I regret it.

They told me she couldn't touch anyone, that her power was to drain a person's life force.

Maybe she's an angel.

She's to pure for us to ever dream of feeling. She's above us.

And that's good 'cause it keeps me the hell away from her.

Because she's a baby and an angel. And you know what I am.

Whatever the connection, whatever the feelings between us are, they don't matter. I could never taste her.

Not that it stops me from wanting her in a way I shouldn't.

Imagining her lips against mine, her flesh against mine. Her face filled with pleasure as my rough hands moved over her skin. Hearing her soft, southern voice moaning my name as she clung to me, our bodies shining with sweat. The feeling of being inside an angel.

But I'll never know that.

I'm to dirty to make love to an Angel.

So I'll stay by her side, I'll fight by her side.

I would wage war to save her.

I give my life for her.

Maybe this is as close as Heaven I'll ever get.