(Dedicated to @PeanutTotoro for being the only person to read this shit)

*Angel's POV*
Hurrying along the busy street I kept my head down and well hidden under my large hood, clutching the basket close to my chest.
The sun was beating down on my back, and the black cloak was doing nothing to help me cool down.

My father had finally let me out of the house to do the shopping, as the fridge was almost empty, and he was too much of a lazy bastard to do it himself. He didn't even know how to cook, so I was the one that made all of our food. I was also the one that did all of the cleaning. And everything else to do to maintain a 'healthy' lifestyle. Healthy for him anyway.
I rarely got to eat full meals, because I was always outside working or inside cleaning. I used to paint and draw all the time, but that was years ago before my mother was attacked by rogues.

*flashback*
"Mummy? Mummy where are you?"
"Angel darling stay inside I'm just talking to these people for a bit"
Wanting to please my mother, I nodded and skipped back into our little cottage, humming a little tune I heard one of the older kids at school sing.
"Angel baby where's your mummy?"
My dad asked, picking me up and swinging me around, causing me to giggle and throw my hands up, before he settled me on his hip, and began walking outside.
"No daddy, mummy said to stay inside, she's just talking to some people"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, mummy said so, and when mummy says to do something, we have to do it or else"
So instead of going outside, my father turned towards the kitchen and walked to the front window, peering out to see what was happening.
There were two men, one with short, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, the other had dark brown hair that went down to his shoulders with bright green eyes. Both of them were taller than my mother.
The one with blonde hair stepped closer to my mother and grabbed her wrist, as if attempting to pull her closer, but she twisted her wrist quickly and shook his hand off, and moved closer to the front door, holding her wrist close to her chest, glaring at the two men.
My father growled and looked at me and said,
"Baby I'm going to need you to stay here in the kitchen, and hide in the smallest cupboard you can"
"Why daddy? Are we starting hide-and-seek again?"
"Yes darling, we're just playing a new game of hide-and-seek, except you have to stay in the cupboard until mummy or I comes back ok?"
"Ok daddy"
He bent over and kissed my forehead, before helping me into the cupboard and turning away.
"I love you so much Angel, never forget that, so does mummy, we both love you more than anything else in the world"
I frowned, confused at why he was saying all this now, he wasn't leaving was he? No, he said we were just playing a new game.
"I love you too daddy" I said, giving him a grin, which caused him to smile back at me.
"I need to go find mummy now, and tell her what game we're playing"
I nodded and shuffled further into the cupboard, closing the door behind me, now in complete darkness.
I heard my father walk outside.
There was a key-hole in the door of the cupboard, so I used it to peek outside, trying to get a look at what was going on.
Just as I managed to find a comfortable spot in the cramped space, I looked out of the key-hole again, peering over at the large kitchen window.
As I looked, there was an ear-splitting scream and a howl that could be heard from miles away.
A loud bang came from outside.
Then there was red.
Something had spattered against the window, covering it in red liquid.
The screams stopped.
The howling died.
So did my parents.
-end flashback-
I must've run into something, because the next thing I knew I was lying in my back, hood fallen away from my face, and my basket had rolled away, along with my dignity.
Everyone stopped walking and stared at me, then back at what I ran into, then back at me, and continued to look back and forth, until a loud growl ripped through the air, making them jump and hurry away, eyes wide.
Realising I still had the massive bruise on my cheek from last night, I quickly pulled myself up and yanked the hood over my face, dusting my butt off and running after my basket and the roll of bread I had in it.
Before I could get two steps however, someone grabbed my arm, and pulled my into their chest, wrapping their arms around my waist. The person, who I had gathered was a guy, buried their nose in my neck and inhaled deeply.
What on earth? Why was this man just smelling my neck?
I tried to move out of his grasp but he growled and tightened his hold on my waist.
He sighed in content as he continued to breath in my scent, then he spun my around so I was facing him, but he still had a tight grip on my waist so I couldn't pull away.
I was in a very awkward position indeed.
He lifted a hand, which made me flinch, causing him to growl in his throat a little. He brought his hand to my face, holding my cheek in one hand, the other arm wrapped around my waist.
"Look at me" he said in a deep and gravelly voice.
When I didn't move, he growled and said it even louder.
"Look at me!" I flinched at his tone.
He sighed and pulled me into a hug of sorts. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his nose buried my my neck.
He pulled away this time, and lifted my chin with one hand then pulled my hood away before I could protest.
He growled even louder when he saw my face.
Was I that ugly?

(A/N- SEX SEX SEX!!! Now I've got your attention- the man from chapter one with the silver whip is his adoptive father, he took her in after her parents were killed, but hated her, so that's why he's so cruel) and yes, there will be short updates till it gets further into the story. PM or comment any suggestions or requests!