Marcus lit another cigarette and felt a cold air form around him. The weather was slowly changing and Marcus loved the cold (living in fire does that to you), he drifted off in thought until something strangely familiar entered his nose, 'an angel?' he questioned. Marcus looked around but all he could see was a black haired girl who was lighting a smoke of her own, the scent was faint, almost non existent, but it stuck in his mind. Marcus waved to the black haired girl to come over but she seemed to give him nothing but a cold glare. 'If she was an angel' he thought, 'she is probably a fallen angel'.