Visitor

"Get OUT!" I screamed, scrambling for my towel, and wrapping it tightly around my body. I could feel myself shaking in rage, my face flushed with embarassment.

My visitor seemed unbothered, leaning forward as he stared at me, clearly bored. "Well, now you're boring." he said, and again I could feel the goosebumps spread on my arms, the deepness of his voice surprising me.

Although I was fuming, I could now get a better look at the guy; he had inky black hair, that was messy, and fell in front of his red black eyes, skin brown with a strange gray hue. He wore a black button up with the sleeves rolled up, dark gray pants, and running shoes that were a mix of red and black.

He clapsed his hands in front of himself, staring at me with a strange curiosity. I could feel the blush go from my face to my chest, my hand balled into a fist.

"How did you even get in here?" I demanded, seeing that the door was still closed and the windows unopened.

The guy shrugged his shoulders, as if he was too much of an effort to get an answer. I glared daggers at him, then froze as I looked around him.

There was no angel around him, an eerie red aura that made me feel a little uneasy.

He stood up then, in all of his full six-foot-five height, and he walked closer, somehow his steps making little to no noise.

Was he real? I thought, once he got close enough, I placed my hand on his chest, feeling solid muscle underneath.  I marveled at how rock solid he felt, sliding my hand to the other side of his chest.

 "Having fun there?" he asked, his deep voice hitting me out of nowhere. I looked up, and saw his eyebrows arched, face amused.

I dropped my hand away, and backed up, blushing.

"Interesting." he said, as he touched my red cheek. I slapped his hand away, holding on tightly to my towel.

"W-what do you want?" I stuttered out, and the guy tilted his head, as all of a sudden, he pressed the side of his head to my chest, listening to my heart hammering.

What the fuck was this guy's deal? I wondered, frozen in spot.

After a few seconds, he let go of me, looking into my eyes. "Curiouser, and curiouser Josie."

My name sounded strange coming out of his mouth, and before I could ask how he got my name, he placed my head against his chest with a firm grip.

I was stunned, but with my ear pressed against him, I  realized he was...quiet. There was no heartbeat, nothing, and I pressed my head a bit harder, searching for the familiar thumping noise.

I could only hear his breathing, and when I pulled away, I stared at him with wide eyes.

"W...what are you?" I whispered, so quiet, I was sure he wouldn't be able to hear me.

But he looked deep into my eyes, before answering.

"I'm your Guardian."

At this point, I needed clothes. I snapped my mouth closed, and excused myself, throwing on a t-shirt, and pajamas shorts.

All the while his words bounced around in my head.

The beautiful (magical?) strange man was my guardian...

And what was he exactly? He didn't look nore give off the vibes of an angel. And he actually interacted with me.

When I dashed back into the living room, he was opening the door, grabbing food from the delivery  man. He shut the door after he paid, taking a seat at the dining room table, placing the containers on the table.

I smelled noodles, and dumplings, and my stomach growled, remembering that I was going skip dinner and opt for bed.

Mystery man heard my stomach, and gestured for me to eat. I took a seat, popping one of the dumplings into my mouth.

"So...what's your name?" I asked, serving noodles onto my plate. I grabbed chopsticks, eating them. The sauce on the noodles was hot, but the flavor was delicous.

"My name is Loss." he replied, slurping on his own noodles, and smacking his lips with satisfaction.

It was a strange name, yet it suited him.

"Why can I talk to you? Where were you all these year? How can you eat human food?" I asked, realizing that I had so many questions I needed answers too.

He had taken a big bite of his eggroll, staring at me with wide eyes. When he was done, he cleared his throat.

"So, how familiar are you with chakras, and auras?" he asked, taking a sip from his coke. I racked my brain as I tried to remember what I had read growing up. I had books on all those subjects, but I had mostly been interested in the study of angels themselves.

"Not much." I admitted, taking a bite out of my dumpling.

"So everyone has an aura and a head chakra that sends out a signal to each guardian. Yours," he said as he tapped my forehead, "wasn't giving out any signal."

"Why aren't you an angel?" I asked finally, setting my plate down.

He chewed softly, and just as he was about to answer, there was a knocking on my door. Annoyed at the interruption, I got up from the table, opening the door.

A random man stood there, holding out my sunglasses and towel. I thanked him, and he walked back, I closed my door, and locking it behind me.

I apologized, placing the towel and sunglasses on my nightstand, and gestured for Loss to keep talking.

But when he said nothing, I looked up, glancinc around my apartment. I sighed as I realized that Loss was gone, the mess on the table the only thing confirming that he had been here.

I moved to pick up the mess, the clock on the oven telling me it was just about to be eleven thirty. When I was finished, I turned off the lights, and headed to bed.

As I drifted off, the words "You're supposed to be the one protecting" were whispered in my ears.