Gabrielle - Chapter One???

The first time he saw her, she wasn't exactly the fearsome beast he had been told to expect. Curled into a foetal ball in the corner, shivers quivering the unmarred skin of her back, she had actually looked rather pathetic. He'd found himself sneering with the flash of disgust that had rushed through him, washing away the edge of fear that had ensnared him since being informed of his assignment.
He'd been told he was needed to guard an asset. To watch over something powerful and fearful, something that could tear the world apart in a flurry of unearthly power and monstrous, howling rage.
Instead, it appeared he was now a babysitter.
Indignation curdled in his stomach. This had to be a joke. A terrible, rancid joke that would have to be answered with various idiots sporting fresh bruises after this utter humiliation. He'd been told this was a promotion, a step-up beyond what any normal grunt should be able to expect. They'd recognised his talents, they'd told him. Recognised his strength and sheer determination and brilliant intellect.
Such brilliant intellect, to be fooled by such a stupid joke.
It was then he noticed the cowering forms of the men who had accompanied him. Startled, he turned to face the General, who fumbled anxiously next to the door, sweat beading on his forehead. Several of the scientists hadn't even dared to enter the room; he could see their faces peeking in nervously from behind the darkened glass in the door. He raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to respond to this rather ridiculous display.
Honestly, if this was a joke, they were taking it way too far.
But if it wasn't…
A hiccough tore through the tense air. He whirled round, the frantic atmosphere finally beginning to seep into him. There was danger here, the stillness and whimpering noises from the few people who had dared to enter the room with him stroking prickling fingers down his spine. His hand twitched, fingers reaching for a weapon he'd been ordered to leave behind. Trained nerves whistled into action, the muscles in his legs pulling taut. He didn't understand it, couldn't see where the danger was coming from, but he would be ready when it arrived.
And then she raised her head. One tear-filled green eye peered over her shoulder.
It felt like a fist to his chest. He crumpled to his knees, pain blossoming through his shins. Tears abruptly appeared on his cheeks, an agonised cry tore from his throat. His eyes were locked to her one. Pleasure and pain spread through his brain.
She whispered to him there. Soothing and desperate and screaming all at once. He felt the infinite hunger for freedom curled in her gut. She hated them, all of them. These disgusting fleshlings that held her captive, chained her down so she could not fly.
He felt the wings spirited teasingly under her skin. The knowledge was his instantly. She couldn't hold it from him.
This was an angel. This tiny, pathetic, shivering girl.
With a ferocious scream, she released him.
He fell forwards, hands hitting the floor in tandem, the beats helping to pull him further out of the haze that coated his mind. His mind fumbled for purchase, clinging to any drifting thought it could reach. Slowly his laboured breathing calmed, slowly the frantic pulsating of his heart eased until it no longer felt like his chest was tearing apart. He swallowed sporadically, bile rising repeatedly. His stomach clamoured to be empty, roiling and clenching painfully.
It seemed like hours must have passed before he was able to pull himself under some semblance of control. The acrid smell of vomit wafting about the room threatened to push him over again, but he gulped and screwed his eyes shut, throttling the temptation to add his own pile of stench to the room. Shivering, he managed to finally raise his head and stared straight at her.
She was stood now, naked and furious before him. At some point she'd paced to stand directly in front of him, fists clenched so tight her knuckles cracked and bled. The sheer rage on her face caused his stomach to curdle again, but he swallowed quickly.
Her lip curled in a snarl as she glared back at him, eyes still locked with his own, though the ripping touch of her mind no longer seemed to enter his own. The longer he stared, the more her face contorted with fury and hatred. The shivers shook her body now, raven-black strands of hair whipping about her face as she shook her head sharply, a screech issuing like a challenge from her throat.
She spat at him. The feel of it splattering on his cheek made him cringe, but he did not turn away. Still he gazed at her, something in him imploring him to not let go.
His inaction only seemed to infuriate her more. Howling, she threw herself at him, small hands smashing in to his shoulders, smacking between his shoulder blades. She bit his cheek, teeth too sharp to be human tearing into his flesh where she had spat on him earlier, blood mixing with the saliva.
Suddenly, her rage met with his own.
He grabbed her fists and bellowing with pain he tore her from his face. She struggled against him, spitting out the flesh she had won from him and bucking and kicking and scrabbling as he forced her to the floor. He covered her bare body with his own, a leg on either side of hers and crossing back over to pin them to the ground. With a wordless frustrated cry he slammed her back to the metal, arms held in his fists to either side.
The fight fell from her all at once. Wide-eyed she blinked up at him, face abruptly untwisting from its mask of fury. A crooning, gentle noise began to whisper on her breath.
He gaped at her, not quite sure what was happening. His limbs twitched with adrenaline, mind still reeling with the suddenness of the surrender.
The croon abruptly became a growl and she glared haughtily at him. "Do you really think I would need to surrender to you? Idiot!" She spat the last word at him and turned her head with a snort of derision.
It was hard not to gape at her. His mouth fell open as he grasped for any words to say to that. She eyed him briefly, before rolling them both. "If you're so very intent on mimicking a fish, might I request that you get the hell off me first?" She tapped her fist against his wrist for emphasis.
With a strangled noise he leapt up, staggering backwards with confusion. She sighed and raised herself to rest on her elbows, raising one delicately arched eyebrow at him as a smirk curled her lips. "Cat got your tongue?" She quipped, laughter spreading across her features.
He gawped uselessly for a few more moments, before he finally managed to reorder his thoughts enough to regain speech. "Wha…?" he gulped, shaking his head as he desperately tried to clear it.
Just what, in the name of all hell, was going the fuck on?