Angel Born - D. R. Rosier Page 0,1

found a corpse or two, but I made it over to the dumpster, threw open one side, and started to shift the trash bags from the bin to the dumpster.

I know, my introduction to the real world you live in ignorantly, to the supernatural I mean, isn’t all that riveting, but I’m getting there. It was a lot of trash, but it wasn’t exactly brain surgery, and it didn’t take all that long either before I headed back inside and loaded up the loose bags. Then I grabbed the other overfull one and headed back out dragging the second one behind me.

I was about halfway done shifting the second large rolling bin of trash to where it belonged, when I heard the staccato of slapping feet on pavement that meant someone was booking it. My head turned sharply to the alley entrance and a gorgeous golden blonde ran into the alley with three huge guys right on her ass. She had wavy golden blonde hair down to her ass, it was a very bright gold. She also had amber eyes, a very light brown ochre that seemed to reflect the light from the street almost too well.

She had sharp cheekbones, a thin face, small button nose, full lips, and a slightly pointed chin, giving her a sharp mischievous beauty that was nonetheless at least a nine on my personal scale. Her body was petite, at five feet nothing, but very curvaceously athletic in proportion. Except for her bouncing D cups in the tight red dress she was wearing. D cups on a five foot nothing petite person were almost indecent. She was practically half breasts, well not really of course, but damn did they look big, bigger than those size tits would on a taller woman.

As she ran past me, I couldn’t help but notice, mostly because I was staring at her in awe, that she had a tight and petite pear-shaped ass to die for outlined in the scandalously tight red dress. How the hell was she even running that fast in four-inch heels? I couldn’t say.

Now, I don’t know what I was thinking, or even thinking with, it was almost a subconscious choice. But three large men chasing a petite and sexy blonde in a dress and shoes that was probably worth more than my crappy apartment couldn’t be a good thing. I’d never done anything heroic before, despite my martial arts training and respect for the fairer sex, probably because it just never came up before. Maybe I was just a sucker for a pretty face on one of the sexiest and ripest, petite, and curvy body I’d ever seen. Although, I’d like to believe I’d have done the same if it’d been some grandmother, or even a bloke in a suit being chased by three huge assholes with death in their eyes.

Regardless, as soon as the tiny sexpot ran past, as I stared at her ass, the mostly empty garbage bin somehow got pushed out in front of the guys racing after her. I mean, fine, I admit it, I pushed it, I just didn’t think about it first. It wasn’t unreasonable to make that quick a judgement, the guys were dressed in ratty jeans and t-shirts, and no one jogs in a scandalously tight dress that her big breasts might bounce out of any second. Especially not down a dark dirty alley after sundown that was filled with rancid smelling garbage from rotting expired food. Point being, there was no way those rattily dressed assholes were the cops, and she was no suspect on the run.

Okay, I’ll admit it. At the time I thought none of those reasonable things before acting. It happened too fast, but all that bullshit I just said is how I justified it to myself later. Mostly in that moment in my mind, it was hot girl, three assholes, and pure instinct that she needed help before she was caught and bad things happened to her.

The bin slid in front of them, and the guy in the lead hit it going at a dead run. His body stumbled as the bin was pushed sideways about two feet against the large wheel’s direction, and then he flipped into the thing with a cry of shock.

I think I even might’ve laughed. It was visually humorous.

The next two guys slid to a stop, on greased and wet pavement, did I mention the alley was nasty? They managed not to dump on their asses by