She closed her eyes, hoping for a fast death, when his hands were whipped off her, and she heard a struggle going on. She opened her eyes, refusing to look at the man lying on the ground dying, and watched as a huge, beautiful, black man struggled with her second opponent. She heard fist meet with fist, and a weapon meeting with flesh, but she had no idea who was hurt, and she prayed her savior was the one still alive.
Time stood still for her, waiting to see if she would live or die, when at last her black savior backed away from the man and dropped him, letting him fall to the ground. Her savior turned around and she could see that he also took a few stabs, but his injuries looked like they were healing themselves, and she wondered how that was possible.
She stood up on shaky legs and rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck sobbing into his warmth. “Where were you?” she cried. “I thought they were going to get to me.”
The man wrapped his arms around her thin frame and nuzzled her gently. “I would never let anything happen to you. Come, let us find some place to rest.”
“No,” she cried out. “There will be more men. There are always more men.”
“Shh, little one. I am here. I will watch over you tonight. You rest tonight, and we will worry about tomorrow when it comes.”
Seraphina realized he was right. She didn’t know who her savior was, only that he came whenever she needed him, and tonight was one of those times. She let him lift her up into his arms, as if she weighed nothing, and she probably did. She fell asleep in his warmth as he carried her away from the dark alley reeking of death.
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