Mʏ Tᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ Aɴɢᴇʟ (New thread!)

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Humans

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Jane Maria Lockean - Jane stands around five foot four and is seventeen in the story she is writing. She weighs somewhere around 115 pounds and 120 pounds, she won't say exactly. She has red hair that reached the middle of her back and jade green eyes. Jane tends to be a bit wild in her thinking and also a bit of a good girl in the way she acts. She is the girl who manages to fall into one trouble to the next. She finds herself the center of attention when a series of messy events come after her and begin to destroy her life and pull her into an unknown fantasy world where vampires and werewolves are only the beginning of a long list of people who want her dead.

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Romaeus "Romeo" Montague - Romaeus is about five feet and nine inches tall and weighs about 135 pounds. He is the reincarnation of Romeo, who turns out to be a real person and not just some character in Shakespeare's play. He died when seeing his love had 'died' over her fake death. His hair is dark black and he has green eyes, his skin is also a lightly tanned peach. He is completely oblivious to Juliet's true identity, or his own, and feels oddly drawn to her. He has no idea that she is a vampire and is simply a mortal.

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Derek Garth Miller - Derek is a long time crush of Jane's who has dark hair and blue eyes. He is the boy who doesn't even see her as anywhere in his league, he is far above her in his mind. He has no real interest but is the kind of guy who wants everything he can't have, and once he has it, he is bored. He is about five foot nine and has a fairly robust build. His family is a group of mythical creature hunters and he is easily falling in their footsteps and hunting down any creature he finds.

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Jason Livia Miller - Jason, like Samuel, has been a friend of Jane's since she was little and cares about her quite a bit. He, too, was friendzoned as Jane pursued his brother, but he still has hopes that he will have her as his own. He has dark hair and is five foot nine, like his brother, though he has green eyes instead. He is a year or two younger, though he won't give his exact age. Unlike his brother, he isn't as enthusiastic about hunting down creatures unless they have harmed someone. He prefers to just hunt the wrong doers.

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Samuel "Sam" Maguire - Samuel has blonde hair and one hell of a farmers body. He looks like someone off of a movie about a farm hand and a city girl. He stands about five feet and ten inches and has sandy blonde hair. He used to be a bit shorter and very lanky but puberty did amazing things to him over one summer and he turned into a high school Adonis. Even with his new found popularity among the ladies, he seems to only have eyes for Jane. Though, like many sad cases, he has been friendzoned before he ever got the chance and seems helpless when it comes to trying to win her affection.

Angels

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Damion Chase Ackles - Damion is, technically, only twenty years old in appearance. His true age is unknown since he died when he was five and grew up in heaven and trained as a guardian. He then was returned to his five year old stage to grow with her and not to be suspected by any mortal who spotted him. His hair is dark and black, covering his eyes just a bit. Like all angels, his eyes change colors randomly but not to mood or to heat or anything like that... They just randomly change. He is about six feet tall with an eight food wingspan for each wing. His wings are dark black because of the fact he doesn't live in heaven. He still has loyalty to heaven but his wings would only turn white if he permanently returned to heaven. Just because his wings are black does not mean he was kicked out. He is temporarily removed from heaven until his purpose is fulfilled. He doesn't quite know what it is.

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Charion Leah Dravier - Charion is one of the first Angels to be seen on Earth. His name was often not understood by mortals and they gave him names they could understand. He was the first Angel to speak to a mortal, and the last. Charion fell in love with a young woman named Elizabeth, though she was due to be married in a matter of days. Charion, breaking one of the Ten Commandments, committed adultery and coveted his neighbors wife. Now, this normally would have resulted in punishment but nothing else, but that was in normal cases. This little sin spawned a child. A half breed between human and Angel. The woman was killed just after giving birth, though it is thought the child was killed as well, no one knows for sure. Though, this was over one hundred years ago and no one believes the child is still alive. Ever since, Angels may not speak with humans and any physical contact is forbidden. He is the reason a kiss between human and Angel is fatal. After his love's death, he was forced to become the Angel of Death, though one of his main duties is to keep Angels and Humans from falling in love. He has dark black hair with pale skin. His wings match those of every Fallen, though, instead of having a sword of light, he has one of darkness. He stands a staggering six foot two and his weight is unknown. His eyes change constantly just like any normal Angel.

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Mystic Roser Tien - Mystic is the daughter of a high ranking angel, though they didn't start out that way. She was a small child when her family was in a carriage accident and killed, though, because her family served the church and even offered her to God when the country was poor, and she stepped forward willingly, they were turned into Angels. Her mother was killed in a trip to Earth that the family took, wanting to see how Earth had changed since their last visit. Mystic was only ten at the time and watched her mother have her wings brutally sawed off and them beheaded. Ever since, Mystic had hated mortals with a burning passion. She has despised them so much that any time she touches them, her hate flows into them and hurts them severely. She is very cruel to humans though has yet to fall as she has not killed them or added any evil. In fact, she has taken an interest into Jane's affairs, finding she can hurt the girl in order to stop her and not get in trouble for it. Being untouchable by the other Angels in a plus as well.

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Coraline Mori Ackles - Coraline was born just after her brother, but she survived till she was about ten years old. She then became deathly ill with cancer and didn't survive till her eleventh year. She was put up in heaven to join her brother but he was already down watching the mortal girl. She wishes to reunite with her lost brother and wishes to help him with the girl so he may return faster, which means following Mystic around and undoing any damage she does. She has brown hair and the same changing eyes of every angel. Her skin is almost ghostly pale, though. Her wings are large and white, showing she has not fallen.

Werewolves

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Mira "Mirage" Pocket - Alphess of the Sanguine Lupus, Mira was born to an unknown female werewolf who was an Omega, forced to head to a males camp to mate and produce more for the pack. She had a son first, but Mira's brother is supposedly dead. Mira's mother took her home and was forced to go back three years later, which resulted in a younger sister. Mira was soon given the nickname Mirage for how elusive she was and how much of a trickster she could be. After an attack on her younger sister by the Alphess, Mira attacked the Alphess and won. Mira became the Alphess but her mother died from a hunter attack. She has long black hair and blue eyes that resemble what the sea would look like if it had frozen over. Her wolf form is also black with blue eyes, and she is far larger in size then the rest of her pack members.

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Missy "Mist" Pocket - Missy is the Beta of the Sanguine Lupus. She is the younger sister of Mira and was one of the driving forces to cause Mira to fight the Alpha and become Alpha. She has grey ash hair and a softer and lighter blue for her eyes, she is also smaller and a bit paler. Missy has always been fairly feeble compared to her sister and she uses her older sister as a role model. She was never really respected by the pack, even when she became the Beta female, so she'd put her life on the line to prove to them that she is just as tough and not some feeble pup. Her wolf form is a grey wolf that is a bit tall and lanky. Her eyes are grey instead of blue though in her wolf form. She was given the nickname Mist because of how she blends in with the mist.

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Timberly "Timber" Fawnling - Timber is the Omega of the Sanguine Lupus pack, an all female werewolf pack that resides on the edge of the town in the forest. She was born into the rank of Omega and her last name is proof. The Fawnling family of the pack has always been the Omegas, and their last names are to show how weak and small they are, like a fawn. She was given the nickname Timber as her mother hoped she would become as strong and brave as a timber wolf. Timber is a very mousy looking girl; small, thin, bland features. She isn't the beauty of the pack, though she is quite pretty, even more so in her wolf form. She only stands about five feet tall and weighs about one hundred pounds, she is extremely light for a werewolf female and has some scars covering her skin. She is an Omega but is willing to help anyone she thinks is unjustifiably being attacked. She is very kind at heart and, despite being a predator, wants nothing more then a normal life living with a human male she met. She is very timid and rather scared of the Alphess, worried the Alphess will attack her. Not much scares her other then her pack and Alphess.

Other

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Juliet Morgan Capulet - Julie is actually Juliet from the play Romeo and Juliet. It seems the play was not just that. The story doesn't go as true as told, she tried to kill herself after finding Romeo 'dead' but a vampire found them and turned her, giving her the appearance of death as she turned, giving Romeo enough time to wake from his 'death' and see her like that. After assuming she was dead, he killed himself for real, leaving her alone as she survived for many years after that. She has dark brown hair and sky blue eyes, her eyes used to be brown but they were changed when she changed. She stands about five feet tall with an added two inches. Her weight is unknown as she doesn't bother weighing herself anymore. She is very close friend of Janes.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

The Beginning

The chains along his wrists kept his hands tied to his back, the chain around his neck kept his head low. He was chained at a worship site for these early humans. It wasn't called Christianity back then... It was just religion. Either way you look at it, it was all one God playing different parts to fit the needs of his children. It was why Charion could come to any temple or church and be welcomed. He'd take the form of any creature needed to let the humans know who he was. Now, though, he was chained with his wings above his back as he stared at the ground, another angel keeping his head forced down.

The images of the murder of his young love kept playing before him. Thankfully, she had given birth to their child just before they had been attacked. Charion had not seen the child, he had no idea if it was male or female or its appearance. He had flown to her house when he heard what was going on and then realized he had appeared too late. He had no idea if the child was alive or if they had taken it. He had spent three days mourning this loss of his love before searching for the child, only to find an empty cradle and a torn cloth in which a child would be wrapped in after birth.

He glared up at the Angel holding his head down, his sadness having turned to anger. How dare they! What right did they have to do this to him? He out ranked them in every way! Though, it seemed all of Heaven had turned against him for his small time of happiness. He didn't know what was wrong with wanting something for himself for once. He wanted nothing more than to live with her... but no, she had been taken away from him. He would have given up his wings, torn out his grace and become mortal all to be with her, but no, she was killed before he had the chance to make his plea to be let go.

A large Angel landed in front of him and sneered down at him in derision. He opened a parchment and began to read, "Charion, Messenger of Heaven, you are charged with coveting thy neighbors wife, going against orders, and and breaking rule three hundred and seventy-five of the Angels Law. How do you plead?"

Charion couldn't help it, cracking a slightly insane grin. "How do I plead? What are you trying to pull with all of this nice [censored]? You'll damn me either way. There are only two things you can do to me! Damn me and kill me! Either one would be a blessing. You call yourself the protectors of Man, they think you are almighty and pure. You are just big thugs with wings. Thou are no better than the demons you fight to keep from your precious mortals! You kill an innocent woman and child and yet, if a human had done that, they would be damned!" He snarled, anger evident in his voice.

The Angel narrowed his eyes and said, "There are other things we can do to you, Charion. So many things. In fact, for your crimes, you are sentenced to become the Angel of Death, the collector of souls for these mortals. You will also be in charge of killing any Angel and mortal that fall in love. From here on now, let it be known, an Angels' kiss is the kiss of death to any mortal. No Angel may speak to a mortal without expressed permission from a higher power."

Charions eyes widened. His wings twisted and shuddered, body twisting and jerking. His whole body felt as though he were melting from the inside out as his feathered wings fell off, only to be replaced with a bloody pair of black wings. The first fallen. The first Angel of Death. The last bit of love an Angel ever felt towards a human, gone.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Day 1,

Hello, my name is Jane. The psychologist in this place, the asylum, believes it will help me if I write a journal. You might as well know my story, I guess. it's not like people would believe it anyway. Well, it feels like just a year ago I was out in the world, I had friends, a boyfriend, family, and a life! Now look at me.... I'm in a mental ward with no chance of leave.

It all started out with one fatal trip. One trip I would do again and again if I had the choice. I walked down the forest road, I was going on my usual shortcut from my friends to my house. There were no large predators in this forest, from what I had been told, but I guess they didn't really look all to well 'cause the minute my foot went off the trail and into the deeper part of the forest I heard a vicious snarl. I'm spooked and I run, feeling my Fight-or-Flight response kick in. At the time I did not know what I know now and it would have saved me if I had known to go back to the path, sadly I went even deeper.

As I ran, time seemed to slow around me and I realized how foggy things were. I turn my head back and see wolves... Well they aren't your average wolves. They are wolves the size of full-grown male bears! I try to scream but nothing comes out as they race after me at a speed that seems to be faster than a cheetah! Time goes back to normal and I'm staggering and stumbling as I try desperately to get away. One of the wolves, the wolf I will later find out is the beta female of the pack, lunges and bites my leg and drags me down. The female keeps hold of my leg till the rest of the pack catches up. These wolves are huge compared to my seventeen-year-old body.

Oh, by the way, I have long red hair, a bit like Jessica Rabbit, and my eyes are bright green but I have no freckles. I know it might be a bit strange not to find a red head with no freckles but it won't be the weirdest thing you find in this story. Now, back to my 'adventure'.

When the wolves surround me they let out a loud howl, it almost makes my ears burst it's so loud. I cover my ears with my hands and look down at my wounded leg. Blood was seeping from the wounds and the wounds looked very deep. I look around at the other wolves and frown. I watch as a large black wolf, female of course, walks forward and narrows her blue eyes. I'm talking ice blue, the color of ice over the deep-sea kind of blue! She bares her teeth as she circles me, sniffing my neck and back. She growls close to my ear and I respond in the way I saw other, normal, wolves do when a larger wolf comes towards them in an aggressive manner. I quickly lie on my side and make a sort of whimpering sound that seems to please the female.

The female looks at the pack and so do I, then I realize they are all female. The female turns her attention to me then my leg and glares at the beta, who is a kind of misty gray color with the same, but more bland, blue eyes. The beta backs a bit and dips her head low while her ears are plastered against her skull, showing submission. The alpha turns to me and barks loudly, once again almost breaking my ears, she pulls on the back of my shirt until I am forced to my feet, but I soon crumple from the wound in my leg.

The alpha female is obviously annoyed that I cannot stand. She growls lightly and turns to the smallest female in the very back and gives a mix between a bark and a growl and the female lowers her ears, head, tail, and stature as she warily walks forward and picks me up onto her back, carrying me, then looks at the alpha female to see if she has done right. The alpha has stopped growling and gives a small nod to the smaller female, which wags her tail and looks excited to please the alpha. The smaller female is a brindle color with brown eyes that are rather plain.

The female begins to carry me at the back of the pack, I'm lying with my stomach on the females back, and I can tell this female is either new or has been the omega for a long time. I'm suddenly very glad I did that report on wolves the year before. I watch the pack, still surprised to find them all female. I watch as they follow the large black female with the stunning blue eyes, the gray female not far behind the black one.

Soon we are in a large clearing and I'm dumped in the middle once more, as the pack looks anxious to check me out, they also look more relaxed now that they are home. I'm quick to lay down on my side and kind of curl up to show I'm no threat, hoping the black female won't give the word to tear me apart piece by piece. What the black female does when she approaches shocks me. She turns human. She has long black hair and her eyes are the same, stunning icy blue. The rest of the pack does as well. The wolves coat color seems to represent their hair and their eyes stay the same.

"Who are you?" These are the first words that come from the alphas' mouth. I'm still in shock and I can only stare with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. The female growls once more, "Who are you?" This time there was a deadly edge to it and I'm forced to respond. "Jane." Is all I'm able to manage. The pack still looks anxious to meet me, maybe fight me. I look at the alpha with pleading and desperate eyes. The alpha is not fazed but rather amused. I can tell by the smirk that twitches and flashes along her lips. The female is beautiful, and I'm jealous. I'm no lesbian but this female is so stunning that I envy any male who gets to be close to her.

"My name is Mirage." The female responds. I can no longer refer to her as 'female' and now you will be hearing her called Mirage instead. A tone of seriousness washes over her face and voice. "Why were you in our forest?" She says in almost a growl, and I'm reminded that these girls were just the same snarling wolves I had seen a minute ago. I look down and mutter, "I was walking home and wanted to take a short cut because I shouldn't be late tonight, my grandmother is coming."

The female, err, Mirage snorts and said, "You intruded and now we can't let you go otherwise you might expose us." These words take me back and I look up at her with a shocked expression. "What? No! Please! I need to go home!" My pleas go unanswered as Mirage turns to her pack and nods. The girls all come around me and push me to my feet and start shoving me to a tree. I scream at the top of my lungs when I see one of them bring a knife out as they pin my arms and knees to a tree.

I clench my teeth and close my eyes tight as I await the piercing knife go wherever they please it to. But instead, I hear one of the other girls scream and I feel the pressure from my arms and legs disappear. I slowly open my eyes to see someone in front of me. Someone with raven-like wings that look as if they suck the light right out of the forest. He pulls a sword that glows like it's made of pure starlight and I have to look at his wings again, but this time they glow as well. They glow black though and I can't see his face as his back is to me. He stares at the werewolves and narrows his eyes, I can tell from the way the skin on the side of his head moves just slightly.

He has black hair and tan skin and he looks as if he has worked hard his whole life. I can not help but admire his wings. I reach my hand out to touch the large, glorious, wings but they move just slightly before my wings can touch them and it makes my hand shoot away from them. I see Mirage turn into a werewolf and she snarls as she moves towards the man in front of me and she swipes her claws out at him but he deflects and slices his sword at her and it hits her shoulder. She howls in pain and backs up slightly, her black coat beginning to clump with blood. The girl with the gray fur and blander blue eyes jumps to Mirages side then turns to the man in front of me and snarls. She jumps at him and manages to pin him but he runs her through with his sword. She goes limp as her heart stops beating and her eyes turn flat and milky.

"MIST!!!" Mirage screams, agony and disbelief filling her voice. Tears run down her cheeks as she turns human and pulls Mist from the ground after the man has stood and Mist turned back to her human form. Mist couldn't be much older than me. She has gray colored hair and blue eyes that are now milky and gray as her hair. Mirage is weeping over the girl. They look like sisters. I feel guilt twinge in me, though I have done aanything to harm the girl. The man has kept his back to me the whole time and has not allowed me to see his face. I turn to him, as he looks ready to once again kill off another werewolf. The werewolves all move around Mirage, most crying as well.

Mirage has gone into a full sob as she buried her face in the crook of her sisters’ neck and kept one hand on the wound that ran straight through her heart. I would admit, Mist had no chance against the man who is protecting me. Mirage looks up and sets her sister down then kisses her forehead and closed her eyes. She glares at both me and the man and screams, "You killed her! You killed my little sister!" She looked as if she were ready to take a knife to both of us and run us both through. I am in shock, once again, and almost scream when I see large black wings cloak around me and cover me, sadly the shadow covered my protectors face once more.

I feel a sudden wave of relaxation and calmness wash over me as the dark wings surround my whole body and I close my eyes and melt into the cradling wings. I feel like I'm flying. Everything is nothing and nothing is everything. I can no longer tell the difference between night and day and the world slips away. My senses are overloaded with a mix between pure joy and an amazing amount of relaxation. I feel kind of high. Not drugs high but the laughing gas at the dentist high.

I open my eyes when light swirls around me and I'm back in the forest, though not in the same spot I was. I'm alone. My wound is gone and there is not even a scab or scar. If it had not been for the black feather in the palm of my hand, I would have thought it was a dream. I sigh to myself, just noticing the feather. Had I really seen Mist be killed, or had I dreamed it all and a black feather flown into my hand? I shook it off and began to run home, unknown to the fact I would be seeing my protector more than once in the next week. It is time for me to retire for the night; the guards have shut off all the lights in the asylum so I cannot write anymore and will have to finish up my story a bit later, my apologies.

Day 2,

I'm back and ready to finish the rest of my story. I've found the journal does keep my mind off of things but it won't free me from this place or convince them I'm sane, which I am. I have to share my story in group therapy in a week, they hope it will help me, but no one will believe it and the therapist will just say its fiction. Which it’s not. My story is one hundred percent true! Now back to the story.

The morning after I see my grandmother I go out for my morning run, a thing I do every morning to keep myself fit. I stop when I see the forest and I feel a sort of longing in my heart that seems to call me into the forest. I walk into the forest and look around. I pull the feather out of my pocket and lean against a tree and stare at its midnight color. It looked as if the color was made from the sky that held no stars, moon, or sun. I smiled at the thought as I ran my fingers over the feather. Something compels me to bring it to my lips and I do, kissing the feather lightly then putting back into my pocket as I began to run once more.

I stop as the path ends; usually I would turn and head back but not today. I'm so tempted to see if it was true and I take a step from the path and look around, hearing and seeing nothing. I begin to walk deeper as I hear the sound of water. When I reach the water I dip my hands in the cool liquid and cup my hands then bring the fresh water to my lips, there is no litter in the water because rangers patrol this forest 24/7 to make sure. As I drink I feel refreshed and relaxed. I turn and jumped to my feet when I hear a glow growl. I see a girl walk out, it’s the girl who carried me on my back yesterday and I'm suddenly sure I was not dreaming. The girl has brown hair, a bit brindle colored, and brown eyes.

The girl walks forward and says, "You shouldn't be here... Mirage is going nuts trying to find you and... And... Whoever that man was... You killed her sister now she wants to kill you..." I'm to frozen to respond and I shake my head. "But I didn't-" I'm cut off when she speaks again, "It doesn't matter… You were there... She wants you dead!" I back up, terrified. "But..." "But nothing! RUN!" The girl says as she pushes me back to the path and then turns into a wolf and runs off. I take a large dash towards the path, suddenly realizing how far I am from it. I begin to think and feel sad for the girls in the pack, there were no males. Does that mean they can never love? It saddens me to think that those girls might be in love with a human male and never be able to put that love into action.

I shake off the thought and keep running, but I don't go towards the path, I go towards the place where the man with the black wings had dropped me off. I look around and look up and down, trying to find him once more. I hear the sound of large wings flapping. I turn and see large wings spread out completely as I can almost see the front of the man, but his face if covered with a deep shadow. I look at him in astonishment. How did he know I was looking for him?

He doesn't speak, in fact, I'm not sure he is even looking at me. He takes a step forward but the shadows cover his face in every angle. I suddenly feel scared of him and I back up. I suddenly feel as if this isn't the man who protected me and I'm proven right when he pulls out his sword and it glows black. My eyes widen and I back up, I back so far up I stumble over and rock and land on my back. The man walks over and places his sword above my neck, as if to decapitate me, and I hear the sound or large rustling wings once more. I look up to see my protector standing over me once more. My heart soars.

He takes out his own starry night sword and the other man backs up while folding his wings, so it looks as if he doesn't have any, then spreads them wide and takes flight and runs. I still cannot see my protectors’ face but I manage to stand, my legs wobbly, and I finally speak. "W-who are you?" I stutter. I know he wants to reply because the edges of his lips twitch up slightly as if he wishes to smile but cannot. My eyes widen as I spot the other man coming down to attack my protector and my protector gets a long slice across his arm. He recoiled in pain and held his bleeding arm, his blood a normal color like all humans, and then he slices at the other man. The other man received a cut along his chest and was jabbed in the side with the starry-night sword.

I watch in astonishment as this happens all in front of me. When the other man finally leaves, after a five-minute battle, I run to my protectors’ side as he put his sword away and seems to be in pain. My mother was a doctor so I do know what to do. I put my hand on his arm but he pulls his arm away. I never liked being shaken off. I grabbed his wrist this time and said, "Your hurt, let me help you..." My green eyes reveal that I'm not going to give up and he knows it. He looks at me, though I cannot tell what color his eyes truly are because they change so constantly.

He grabbed my wrist with such force that I pull my hand away quickly but then grab his shirt tightly. After doing this back and forth for about ten minutes he finally gives up and sits down with his face covered by shadows. Not once has he spoken a single word. I look at his cut along his arm and pull out my water bottle, which was really low. The reason I had gone to the lake was to fill it up with water once more. I pour the water over the wound to flush it out and he winces and seems to growl. I look at him sharply as he tries to move away, "Stop it, I haven't even touched it!" He stops moving and allows me to tend to his wounds but when I ask him questions all I get is a nod or shake of the head, no words.

I soon finish tending to his wounds and look at him and ask again, "Who are you?" No response. He then reaches out and touches my shoulder and brings me in, wrapping his wings around me for a brief moment. For that moment the world fades away and I feel total bliss. Then he unwraps his wings from me and pulls away, the only physical contact he made while having me in his wings was the touch on the shoulder. I cannot help but want him to wrap his wings around me once more and my hand reaches to touch the wings but he grabs my wrist tight and shakes his head, which is masked in shadows.

I can feel my voice ready to beg him to wrap his wings around me once more but with his hand around my wrist I am able to control my self, sort of. I look at him and ask, "Can you talk?" I get a nod. I then follow up, "Will you talk?" I get a shake of the head and my heart sinks. I sit down beside him; I'm wearing a running jacket with a tank top underneath and jeans with some sneakers. I cannot help but feel the need to stay close. I've never had this allure to anyone before, even my school crush. I then realize how stupid and small my school crush is compared to this man. I then ask the most obvious question. "Are you an angel?" He smirks and nods.

I smile sheepishly and then frown as I watch him stand; he takes my hand and lifts me to my feet. He spreads his wings and I feel a large longing for him to wrap them around me. But he doesn't. Instead he takes flight and leaves me there by the path back to the city and I sigh. I begin to walk home and back to my house, knowing my parents will wonder where I am if I do not get home before breakfast. When I reach my house my parents are just waking up and they come downstairs. I apologize for being a bit late and explain that I ran into a friend, which is only a half lie. I then go to my bathroom and shower down quickly before getting dressed in a yellow sundress and come downstairs.

My mind drifts away for the whole day as I wonder when I will see my angel next. I prayed for his return, but I also knew his return meant danger.

Day 3,

Today, I woke up way to early and I stared at the bland gray ceiling all morning and tried to figure out what to write to get my mind off of things but with no luck. It’s a few hours till breakfast so I have time to tell the story a bit more. I can only imagine the stupid and pointless torture this place has in for me today. I can only hope I will fall asleep instead of listening to the monotone therapist. Did you know his expression never changes? He has gray and white speckled hair with boring brown eyes that make you think he was once a college professor that got fired for putting to many students to sleep.

I wake up earlier then normal and spring from my bed and slip on a pair of faded jeans and a gray hoodie. I have to go and take a bunch of dogs dog walking today. I walked out of the house, my parents were used to me leaving early. I ran down the street and got all three dogs; Jenny, Max, and Gigi. Jenny is a simple beagle with all the normal beagle colorings. Max is a small, yappy, Chihuahua that has a tan color to his fur and has brown eyes. Gigi is a black poodle that is the biggest wuss-puss I have ever met. I'm walking them all with ease as I run down the street.

I pause when I see the forest and the dogs start whining and barking. Of course, Max thinks he is bigger then Gigi and begins barking madly at the bushes. I pull him back and pick him up as Gigi whines and hides behind me. Jenny looks like she has no clue what to do and just whines and backs up. I look up at the bushes that Max is barking at and see two stunning blue eyes. My heart drops and I begin to run from the blue eyes, pulling the dogs with me. I'm carrying Max down the road as fast as I can when I hear another growl along the bush right next to me.

I stop and look at the bush, once again seeing the icy blue eyes that looked bent on revenge. I look at the dogs and command, "Home!" I release the dogs from the leashes and they run home quickly, I would get docked from pay for not taking them their full route but I rather be alive then rich. I look at the eyes as they go from low to the ground to about my height and I swallow thickly. I back up, only to be surrounded by other girls in the pack. I watch Mirage with wide, terror filled, eyes. I look around for any sign of my angel and find none.

I turn to Mirage and I try to speak but my voice fails me. Mirage moves forward, a switchblade in her hand. She flips the blade out and narrows her amazing eyes and I jump to my feet but am forced against a tree with my arms pinned above my head and my legs against the tree and spread ever so slightly. I watch Mirage and say, "Please! I didn't kill Mist!" The name makes her cringe and a new fire burn in her flaming blue eyes. It’s amazing how her eyes could be ice and fire at the same time. I watch her carefully and scream out in pain when I feel the blade slice my leg.

I look down at the dripping blood that matches the color of my hair. I frown deeply and look up at Mirage, my eyes now teary and desperate. "Please... I didn't do anything!" I can't hear the sound of my angel. Where is he?! I look up at the sky and to the forest of find him but he is nowhere in sight. I turn to Mirage and realize how weak the hold is on my arms. I pull them from grasp and attempt to steal the blade from Mirage and just narrowly miss and earn a large cut along my hand. I look at the two cuts and frowned, this was going to be hard to explain to my parents.

I pulled from the grasp on my legs and run into the forest, hoping to find my angel once more. I looked around and could hear howls and barks behind me and knew they had turned into their werewolf form. I felt time slow down as it had done when Mist had first caught me. I had to put a lot of force into my legs to keep them working and tried desperately to get away from them.

I screamed out in agony as Mirage bit down on my already cut up leg and I tumbled to the ground. I fell down and felt a heavy paw on my back, as the pack seemed nervous about what Mirage was doing. Mirage let out a howl of pain as an angel, my angel, came up behind her and sliced her along the back and moved her off of me. He helped me to my feet and clutched me close, I felt a wave of relief as I saw his every changing eyes. His face always was covered in shadows that I couldn't seem to see through but his eyes were an ever-changing array of the richest colors I had ever seen.

He pulled out his starry-night sword and gripped his fingers tight around the hilt, slicing at any werewolf that came to close. I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into at that moment. I closed my eyes tightly and wished we could be at my house, away from the werewolves and safe. Then I felt him wrap his wings around me.

The world slipped away and the dark cradled me close as I felt his arm around me, far from danger, and keeping me close and I felt the cold shock of the world when my eyes opened. I was lying on my bed and my wounds were healed. I jolted up and jumped out of bed and ran to the window, looking to see if I could find my angel flying away. No. He wasn't there. I sighed and flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes tightly. Why did he have to disappear after the danger was gone? Couldn't he stay and stay close?

I knew I was wishing on a star and the chances of it coming true were slim. It was stupid. I closed my eyes and sighed, deciding to try and sleep while I could and see if I could dream of anything other then him. It didn't work and I could only dream of his ever changing eyes, midnight hair, strong arms around me, and the wings that were like black holes that sucked the light from the room and left only the peaceful dark.

When I woke, I felt as if I had been used as a dragons swatting toy. I groaned and stood and got out of bed, noticing how it was midday and I would get in trouble if I were not downstairs and ready to go places. I got changed to a new pair of short shorts and a black tank top then slipped on the boots that came just below my knees and I walked downstairs and grabbed my brunch and started to eat quickly. I sat on the couch next to my little brother and watched the Saturday Cartoons.

I'm sorry, I must go for today. I have therapy for the rest of the day. By the time I get back the lights will be turned off in minutes so I will write more tomorrow.

Day 4,

I have gotten in many fights in therapy and spent my whole day in a padded room. It was not fun. I might not be able to write fully today because I might end up back in the padded room if I'm not careful. Now back to the story.

As I woke up I couldn't believe it was Sunday, tomorrow I didn't have school because it was summer. I sat up slowly and got dressed and walked downstairs and began to make myself some breakfast. I walked out of the house while chewing on a piece of a gum. Today I have to meet up with my guy friend; Sam. I have known Sam for almost half my life, probably a bit more, and we've gone to the same schools together since we were in First Grade.

I walk to Sam's house, avoiding the forest, and reach it in good time. I knock on the door and Sam opens the door. "Parents not home?" I ask with a smirk as I notice Sam looks like he just woke up from sleeping under a bridge. This earns me a smirk and he says, "No, but you can come in anyway because they like you... Remember? They think you're a good influence." I can't help but smile at Sam. I never found any romantic interest in my life long friend but he went away last summer and not only bulked up but he seemed to get more mature and learned how to treat a girl other then punching her in her arm and try and start a play fight.

Sam had gotten a lot more popular since that summer and now I envy him a bit. Thankfully, Sam hadn't changed too much around me and still treated me like a little sister. Sam had hay colored blonde hair that he kept short and he had deep brown eyes that could make any girl melt, any girl that’s not me that is.

We head out the door, not wanting to sit in on a day like this, and we head towards the park. The park is where we talk and do things a normal 'couple' would but we never kiss, hug romantically, truthfully flirt, or any of that other stuff. Sam and me are like siblings, but we do tend to tease and flirt playfully to make fun of all the people who say we should date. Nah, Sam was never my type.

We reach the spot we always lay under, a shaded spot by the pond under an old oak tree. We lay down with our arms crossed behind out heads and looking up at the sky, we begin to talk and I tell him about my adventures in the last three days but he laughs and tells me I have a wild imagination. Which I do. I was known for making up wild stories and when I mention my angel he looks a bit uncomfortable. Sam always looked uncomfortable when I talked about a boy or was obviously crushing on a boy. I always figured it was because a boy doesn't want to talk about another boy with a girl.

Things were always so easy with Sam and I; I had hoped that would never change. It hadn't because he didn't have the lifespan to let it change.

I stand and begin to walk back to Sams’ house when we hear a growl. Sam instinctively grabs my hand, which I would slap any other boy who tried that, and he pulls me farther from the forest and behind him. I'm suddenly looking in the air to try and find my protector, but he isn't there yet. I found he often only comes when he is sure I won't make it out of something alive.

Mirage walks from the bushes in human form and Sam immediately relaxes. He smiles at the beauty in front of him and I cringe and back away from them both, my one fatal mistake. Mirage begins to circle Sam and flirts until she walks up to him and kisses him lightly on the cheek. I'm still haunted on how Sam completely forgets all rules of safety, and me, and walks into the woods with her. After a minute I run in and follow and Sam is on the ground and wolves from Mirages pack surround him.

I can't rush over to him but he seems to see me and he looks scared, it is really hard to scare Sam. He watches as the black female wolf moves towards him then bites on his arm then howls, the pack rushes in to join. I watch in horror as they butcher my best friend, the remains I find are even worse. When the wolves finally leave I'm at Sams side in a second and I'm crying a waterfall. I cradle Sam’s head on my lap and then hear the rustle of wings. I look up and glare as my angel is now standing in front of me.

"You could have saved him!" I scream as I look at my dead friend. I can tell my angel is frowning but I glare at him anyway. "Why didn't you save him?! You would have saved me if it had been me right?" He nods. "Then why didn't you save him?!" I scream, my life long friend was dead and I knew he could have done something to stop it. I watched as he moved towards me and took me from my friend. I shoved his hands away and went back to my friends’ side, "No!" I say as he pulled me to my feet and away from my friend. Her tried to wrap his wrings around me and pull me away but I actually went and bit his wings. He pulled his wings back and hissed and I tried to pull away.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed as I ran from him and towards my house. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed up 911. After talking to them they went to the forest and found my friend, I was still crying by the time they covered his face and hid his body and went into the ambulance.

I look up as a cop comes over and starts to ask questions. "Are you sure a wolf did this?" I nod and say, "It was many wolves… He went to go investigate what the growling was because we were walking back to his house and he yelled out and I ran in and found him dead…" I say, barely able to choke out a single word. I look up as my fathers care swerves and pulls up next to me and my mother runs out and hugs me tight and my dad does as well, even my 12 year old brother looks sorry for me.

That’s when my heartbreaks. I break into tears while wrapped in my parents arms and begin to sob heavily as Sams parents come out of their cars and run over to the ambulance, guilt making me barely able to stand. My parents lead me to the car and my dad wraps a jacket around me and they drive me home in an awkward silence.

When we get to the house I run upstairs and lock my door. I crumple onto my bed and end up crying and lying there for hours, it felt like forever. I eventually drift to sleep and I'm plagued by the nightmares of Sams’ death. I shoot awake and realize it might be midnight. I begin sobbing and whispering, "I'm so sorry Sam... I love you… I'm so, so, sorry..." It was true; I did love him, not like I could love a someone I would marry and spend the rest of my life with, but he was like the brother I actually wanted.

I grab a black pair of jeans and I put them on and put on a black tank top and put on some heavy eyeliner, my red hair looking wonderful against the black. I feel like going on a rampage now that my sadness has subsided. I walk downstairs as quiet as possible and slip out the door and run down the street, not sure where I'm actually going.

I reach a small club and I instantly go in. I look around at the heavy metal club that is playing I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin and I walk over to the dance floor and begin to copy whatever anyone else is doing. I spend the rest of the night in the club before my exhaustion takes a hold and I walk back home and into my room. I curl up on my bed and fall asleep instantly and what I dream is even worse.

My dreams are horrid and they are constant reminders of Sam’s death. I'm waling and running towards him to save him. I feel something tug me back, something that feels so real it could have been real, and I see my angel. He grabs me and pulls me from the scene and takes me to a place where it is all black, his wings stand out from the sparkling glow that give off. He wraps his arms and wings around me and cradles me gently close, I feel relaxed and my nightmares disappear.

Suddenly, we are on the beach. I'm still wearing my all black outfit and I blush, knowing I must look stupid. I look up at him and ask, "Can I know your name?" He looks at me with sad, ever changing, eyes and shakes his head. I sigh and reach my hand out to touch his face but he shrinks away like a wounded animal but I reach out until my fingers graze his cheek and he relaxes. "You're my angel, aren't you?" He nods slowly. "My evil angel.” I say softly but he does not respond.

We spend the rest of the night just watching the ocean with me talking quietly; he seemed to enjoy listening to my wild stories and then the true parts in the stories and what inspired them. I sometimes catch a hint of a smile on the shaded face that’s behind the shadow that hides him from me. I look at him as he stands and slowly pulls me to my feet and brushes his fingers over my cheek. I feel myself blush. But then he pulls back. He pulls his arms from me and stands about a foot from me ad shakes his head. His wings wrap around himself and he disappears as I wake up.

My apologies but I have to go. It’s lights out.

Day 5,

I might be able to write some more today but the ward says this might actually be hurting my temper for all the fights I've gotten into. Oh well. Where was I? As yes, I'll just skip the rest of that day, nothing exciting happened as I just lay in bed. It was the next morning that mattered.

I wake, wishing to retreat back to my world of dreams. My angel had visited me again last night and it seemed the more I see him the more I want to be with him. I sit up and sigh then drag myself from bed and put on the song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin, one of my favorite bands, and I walk to the closet and pull on a black dress that reached my toes and slip on my heels, today is the day of Sams funeral.

As I walk to the door I see the feather my angel left me when I first found him and I pick it up and pin it to my chest then go to the door and then downstairs. My family is all dressed in black in respect for my old friend, or maybe it was pity for me. I don't care which and I watch as we all load into the car and drive in an awkward silence. I've been all out of whack since Sams’ death, mainly because I know I should have spoken up and stopped him.

When we get to the funeral the casket is closed, we don't bother have a wake, his body was to butchered for the parents to see it. I fly my heart crack as I saw the sky blue casket, Sam's favorite color. I almost throw up when I see many of Sams old girlfriends come in sobbing. I was to tear them to pieces; they never knew Sam like I did… They had no reason to be crying like they were. They hadn't seen him die, they hadn't known him for more then a month at most, they hadn't actually loved him like I did, he had just been a boy toy to them and now they just wanted the attention. I felt age boil beneath my skin as every part of me wanting to go and tear the girls heads off.

I grit my teeth and shake my head, planning on telling them off later, because right now is when I mourn the death of my friend, the death of someone I cared about. I break down the second we start to sing; I know you've probably heard about a lot of talented girls singing but I'm actually really bad at it. I'm a dancer not a singer. I can find a beat in almost anything and then put a dance to it, it’s my mom who has the velvet voice. Her voice in angelic and I bury my face in her shoulder as I fight back the tears.

My mother sings a lullaby to me, soft and quiet so no one else will hear, as she is not supposed to be singing the lullaby at the moment. She rubs my back soothingly and whispers for me to be strong until we get home where I can let it all out without the peering eyes of others, she knows how easily embarrassed I am and she wishes to help me. I nod but keep my head buried into her neck, listening to her steady heart beat as I would when I was little and had nightmares, it soothes me just enough that I don't burst into tears.

Then the men carry the casket out of the church and towards the graveyard. I had refused to speak about Sam because I would crumple and burst into tears. On the way to the graveyard I look at the feather and pluck it from its pin. When we reach the area were people are setting flowers on his casket I take a Buttercup, Sams favorite flower, and I wrap the feather around the stem and kiss the flower and feather before setting it on his casket as they lower it into the ground, people looking at me strangely for the black feather. I close my eyes and whisper, "I'm sorry Sam, please forgive me." I look at my mother and we stand there for a bit in silence as the funeral ends.

I finally walk towards the car and lie down in the back and fall asleep, I need a true comfort and my angel can provide it.
As I fell asleep I could hear the soft rustle of wings. I sat in the dark and looked around for my angel and then I spotted him. I jumped up and moved to him and he changed the place to a river and we sat down, I kept my back against his chest as I leaned against him and watched the river and he kept one arm around my waist. I looked over at him and frowned, "Why didn't you save him?” I asked quietly. He didn't answer and just looked at the water.

I frowned and asked, "Why won't you talk? Can you even talk?" He nodded. I frowned, "then why not?" I pressed. His face was shadowed even in my dreams so I couldn't see but the outline of his face. "Why won't you talk to me?” I press; he pulled his arm from around my waist and stood. I looked up at him, shocked at him suddenly pulling away.

I reach out to grab his hand or arm but before I can he grabs my wrist in a tight hold, I cringe, it is so tight it hurts. He then seems to understand what he is doing and he loosens his grip and looks away. He releases my hand but shoves it away and disappears and the lake and forest disappears; leaving me in the dark and alone. I look around and sigh. I feel myself begin to wake.

I open my eyes and notice I'm lying in my room and I curl up and begin to cry violently. I rub at my eyes furiously as I sob. I finally manage to stop and I stand and move to the window, my mother comes in and I look over at her sadly, everything seems to gray and dead now that Sam is dead. I look up at my mother as she wraps her arms around me and I feel a soft comfort in her hug but not much, not enough. I put my head on her shoulder and we sit there in silence and just stay close. She stops when she notices I've calmed down and she whispers softly, "Oh, my poor Jane, I'm so sorry..." She kisses my head and strokes my hair. She stands and leads me to the vanity I have in my room and sits me down and begins to brush through my hair soothingly.

I put on Violent Kiss by Eyes Set to Kill, my mother hates this kind of music but she tolerates it for me at the moment. She brushed through my bouncy red hair and manages to straighten the soft curls and I sigh. I saw her in the mirror as she finishes brushing my hair and braids it up into a bun then kisses my head and tells me to put on my best dress because we are going somewhere special.

I nod and stand as she leaves the room and we hug once more. I close the door behind her and look through my closet and pull out my best dress. The dress is a shimmering red, a lot of people think red heads can't wear red but it’s a myth. The dress goes down to my knees and is only fairly low cut. It had two thin straps that hold it up and has some shimmery, dangly, fabric at the bottom that moves when I move, the dress if very form fitting.

I begin to sing to the song playing, I know you probably hear a lot of stories about girls have amazing voices but it isn't singing that's my talent; its dancing. My voice sounds like a dying camel so I only sing when I'm alone and the music is loud enough to cover my voice. My mother is the one with the beautiful voice.

I feel tears well once more and I'm surprised I have any left to cry. My hands move to my eyes and wipe the tears away before they fall and I change it to Young Blood Spills Tonight by Eyes Set to Kill. I continue to sing quietly, thinking of Sam and my angel. Why did he reject me, now of all times?

I look over in the mirror and do my make up, painting my lips ruby red and putting on some light eye shadow that will make my eyes look less puffy and red. I make sure its all waterproof encase I begin crying again. I walk to my closet and pick up the red strappy heals and I look in the mirror and sigh, usually I would be happy that I look so good but with everything going on all I can think about are the bad things.

I walk downstairs and pull my iPod and begin to play the same song I was listening upstairs on my iPod. I looked towards the door as my family was all dressed up as well. We head to the car and I ask if I can take my own car. My parents glance at each other nervously and nod reluctantly. My mom tells me not to be to late. I nod and get in my blue Honda Civic.

I begin to drive after my parents but slow just enough so a red light separates us. I turn the music all the way up and sing along, knowing no one can hear me with the windows closed. I begin to feel the stinging tears burn my rubbed raw eyes. I give a shaky breath and my hands clench around the steering wheel and I move to the back roads and pull up to a cliff side and walked out of the car and stand on the cliffs edge. I look down, wishing none of it had happened.

I look down and my eyes scan everything below me. I sit down on the edge and swing my legs; Sam would have loved this place if I had gotten the chance to show him. I hear the rustling of wings and my heart clenches even tighter. I hear his soft footsteps approaching but I don't turn to see whom the steps belonged to. "What do you want?” I ask. I feel a soft hand on my shoulder and I sigh.

My eyes shoot open when pain rushes through me and I look up to see it was the other angel, the one with the midnight sword. My eyes widen as I try to get away but it’s the other angel or the cliff side. I watch as he draws his sword and I back up, my heels are now off the edge but the pads of my feet are still on solid earth.

He swings his sword and I scream as I fall back to dodge. The wind whistles in my ears as I plummet and my hair flies in my face. I feel time slow and I close my eyes tight and the absolute moment when my fear escapes me and I feel like I'm falling a mile a year is overwhelming. I feel a sudden jerk and I'm suddenly no longer falling but being held.

I opened my eyes and my angel, my true angel. I smile slightly, though it was hard. He sets me down on a ledge and makes a motion with his hand to stay there and I nod. I take in a shaky breath and almost faint when I see how far up I am. I'm usually not scared of heights but I had two angels fighting over top of me while I'm on a thin ledge that I could fall from at any time.
I look up and see them fighting. My eyes widen at how viciously they are fighting. I'm barely able to stand on the thing ledge as I dig my nails into the moist soil and watch the fighting.

Eventually, my angel is able to get the other to run off, with his tail tucked between his legs I might add, and he comes down and picks me up and sets me down on the normal ledge by my car, but my clothes are ruined. I frown down at my clothes and ask, "You wouldn't be able to help with this, would you?" I can see the slightest upturn of his lips in a smirk but it fades behind the shadows.

He takes my wrist gently and pulls me into and wraps his wings around me, not long enough for me to slip away but long enough for it to fix my wounds and dress. I look at him and each out gently to see if he would let me touch his face like he had before, he jerks back and grabs my wrist, though not as tight as last time, and I frown. I gently pull my hand back and look at him sadly. "Thank you. I better be going..." I say, turning and walking back to my car. I look at his reflection in the window of the car but I don't turn around.

I open the door and get in, the tiniest hope that he will try and stop me. No, he doesn't. I begin to drive towards the address my parents had given me before I left in my own car. I finally find the restaurant and I got in and find my parents and sit down with them. I listen quietly as they talk about many different things, all but Sam.

This is my favorite restaurant. When they bring out food, mine is Chicken Alfredo, I poke at it a bit before deciding I'm not hungry. I love this food. I really do. I just can't bring myself to eat. I listen to my mom and dad chat away nervously and I fell the need to jump up and yell at them to just let us eat in peace instead of talking about nonsense. I restrain myself.

When we leave the restaurant all I want to do is curl up in bed and go to the lake with my angel. I close my eyes and sigh as I drive home. I reach home quickly and I walk to my room and close the door, slipping from the dress and unbraided my hair. I wash the makeup from my face then crawl into bed and fall asleep.

Day 6,

I must skip a few days because of how there is nothing but me moping around about Sams’ death.

It was almost time to go back to school, a week before actually, and I wanted to stay home for the first day but my parents refused to allow me to stay home for my first day of my last year in high school. So I began packing my things for school. I had everything I would need; my textbooks, pencils, note books, locker number, and schedule. I sigh as I flop onto my bed. I was supposed to change my image over the summer, supposed to make a big splash when I come back to school.

But no. I was going back to school the same as always only I wouldn't have Sam to help me out and make me come out of my shell by introducing me to his friends and making me go talk to people. No, he was gone and I would learn to live with it. I gave off a shaky breath and decided to call up my next best friend: Julie.

Julie and I had been friends almost as long as Sam and I had. Almost. Thing was, she never seemed to age. It was always so weird. She has dark black hair and hazel eyes that always seem to get a glimmer of red in them when she is angry. I figured it was just my imagination since no one else seemed to notice.

I pick up the phone and begin to call up Julie and she picks up. "Hello?" She asked and I almost choke up at the sound of her ever-smooth voice. "Julie? Can you come over? You heard of Sams’ death, right? I don't want to be alone right now." I say, trying not to sound to pathetic. I almost begin to cry in joy as she says, "Of course!" I wait about five minutes then she is at my house and sitting next to me on my bed and helping me pack for school and we are talking. Then I get the nerve up to tell her about my angel. I begin to describe him and tell him all our adventures and how Sam really died and Julie just bites her bottom lip and looks at me worriedly. "Jane... How do you know all this stuff?" She asked.

I sigh and tell her. "Please, Julie, you have to believe me...." I plead and she nods, "I believe you... Now you have to keep a secret." I nod quickly. She sighs and stands then opens her eyes, which are now red and her canines longer then a wolves. "I-I'm a vampire... And since you know about angels and werewolves.... You need to know about me. I'm the original Juliet from Romeo and Juliet. Who do you think that man got his inspiration off of?"

I gasp and jump back. "Your name is Juliet?!" I ask, though I meant to say that she was a vampire. It just kind of slipped out about her name. I scrambled back to my feet and to her and said, "Sorry... How come you didn't tell me?” I ask."Because you didn't know about mythical creatures then..."She said as she smiled slightly at me and said, "You have an angel?” She asked, looking concerned. I just nodded, "Ya... Is that bad?" I ask, worried that I was in some real trouble now. She shrugs and said, "Maybe... Werewolves attacked you? Now I'm confused about that..."She said and pointed at me with one finger and looked at me.

I shrugged, "My angel, whose name I have get to find out, killed the alphas sister when the sister attacked him and me... I think that's why..."I said as I looked at Julie. "Oh, Julie, help me, please!" I beg. This makes her smile and nod, "Okay.” She answers.

I ask my mother if Julie can stay the night and my mother agrees. At midnight, when everyone is asleep, we sneak from the house and run to the forest. We stop at the edge of the forest and I grip my friends hand, nervous and scared that Mirage or her other pack members could be patrolling. Julie turns to me and smiles softly, encouraging me to go on. I nod and we walk into the forest and look around. I stop at the sound of rustling wings. I turn.

A beautiful girl with snow-white hair and deep, every changing eyes like my angel has. I stare in awe as beautiful white wings spread behind her and light up the night. She gives a cold grin and says not a word as her hand reaches out, her skin is so pale it seems to glow like the moon and her hand is dainty and smooth. I almost reach out to touch her hand, but Julie grabs my hand in a painful grip that snaps me out of this angels trance.

"Jane!" It takes me a minute to realize Julie had been saying my name for a few minutes now. I'm dazed as I look over at Julie,
"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, confused. Yet, my eyes are drawn back to the beautiful creature standing in front of me. Her hand had jerked back the minute I spoke, as if it hurt her. I look at her and ask dumbly, "Who are you?"

The girl cackles and pushes herself off the ground with what seems to be with smaller effort then it takes to breathe, though she is still in reach. She puts her hand out again and locks eyes with me, holding me in her trance. I can no longer hear Julie crying for me to look at her and stay away from this Angel.

I reach out and touch the girls’ hand, pain ripping through my whole body. I was screaming so loud I didn't even know it was I screaming. It comes through so clearly; the visions. I see the girls’ death in front of me. No. Not in front of me. I am the girl. I'm in a carriage that is being turned over and thrown out of it. I watch as a horse comes to crush me.

My legs fail to hold me. I drop to my knees but Julie catches me before I can fall to the ground. She is shaking me and trying to calm me as the girls name whispers in my ears. 'Mystic.' It echoes. The girl disappears and so does the pain but it feels as if I'm not entirely in my body any more. 'Now you know the pain of dying!' the voice hisses in my head, seeming crueler then it had been before.

I pass out completely, limp and trying to stay awake from the burning pain that felt as though it had completely ripped my muscles apart. The image I wake up to is a bit scary. I see a shadowed face hovering over me, and Julie also looking over me. The eyes of the face are ever changing of the deepest and richest colors you could ever imagine. I groan in pain and try and sit up, only for the shadowed face to push me back down.

This shadowed face isn't my angel. It is a fallen angel, this much is clear, but it is female... Not male. Though the girl resembles my angel though. There was something in her eyes. I blinked a few times and she came into focus. "Wah?" I ask quietly. I was confused and dazed.

The girl only smiles at me, speaking not a word. The girl smiled slightly and looked at Julie and smiled softly before standing from me and disappearing, leaving only a black feather in its place. I shot up, pain rippling through me, and I reached out and touched the feather, picking it up gingerly.

I looked at the feather and brushed it along my cheek, the feather of an angel. I sighed and brought out the one from my angel. Why had he not shown up this time? I almost cry at the thought of him leaving me. I compare the feathers, almost identical. My eyes widen and I stare at the feathers. "Brother and sister." I whisper, though Julie looks rather confused. She looks as if the smell of the angel feather repulsed her. I figure its because vampires are considered unholy while angels were the symbol of holiness themselves.

I look at the one from my angel and kiss it softly, able to feel to dizzying magic as the feather softly brushes against my lips. A smile parts along my lips and I feel a little dizzy. I look at Julie and stand; surprised my legs still work after the immense pain the girl with the white hair has caused me. "Don't touch an angels hand, got it." I mutter, looking at Julie, who just smirked.

I brush myself off and begin to limp home with Julie, giving up on finding my angel. I tell Julie I might be able to see him when I sleep but he never appears without me being in danger. Julie grins and jokes that she could bite me but that she didn't feel like getting killed by an angel, we both laugh without reason.

When we finally reach my house, we walk into the house silently and go upstairs and kick off our shoes and curl up on my bed and fall asleep, we have had many sleepovers so sleeping in the same bed does not matter for us. Luckily for me, sleep means dreaming and dreaming means my angel. I am going to talk to him tonight about why he is sent to protect me.

I'm fully asleep and dreaming, waiting for him to appear. He does. He stands next to me with a smile evident on his shadowed features and I smile and run to hug him, wrapping my arms around him and grinning up at him. He takes us to the little stream and we sit and I let everything spill that I wouldn't be able to tell Julie. He sits and listens intently, seeming as if he is genuinely interested, which makes me fall in love with him a little more.

I cannot take it any more, I have only thought of him for a few days now and I stare at his face and think about what it would be like to kiss an angel. I smile at the thought and he seems to notice me zoning out and tilts his head just a bit and raises an eyebrow, which causes me to snap back to my dream reality. I blush and make up some excuse but it is like he is in my head with he way he frowns, obviously knowing what I was thinking. I blush once more; hoping angels do not read minds.

I look at him and blurt out what I've wanted to say to him for a long time through all of our little dream dates; "Kiss me." He is frozen with a shocked look on his face but I barely give him time to react and wrap my arms around his sides. He frowns deeply and pushes me away gently, shaking his head with his amazing eyes full of sorrow.

I'm suddenly embarrassed and angry, having no idea why he won't kiss me. The way he stares at me and touches my arms or back gingerly shows he feels the same way but he won't make a move. "Why?" I ask as I look at him, feeling stupid and childish. Of course, he says nothing and looks away. I'm not more angry then anything. "Why?" I ask again. He bites his bottom lip and looks down, as if to say he wants to but can't.

I feel stupid. I feel embarrassed and angry and I stand, wanting to get away. "If you don't want me then leave now... I'm not going to play games... You act like you like me... The touch of your hands, the way you wrap your arms around me, and yet you won't kiss me..." I say, feeling so embarrassed tears cover my eyes in a mist that makes it hard to see.

He stands and puts his hands on my arms but I pull my arms from his hands, he frowns at this. My face is livid with anger and embarrassment "Well?!" I ask, demanding and answer. He frowns and makes a vial appear out of thin air. The vial has black liquid inside and a white skull and cross bones on the outside, obviously poison, and then he brings the vial to his lips and my eyes widen. I realize what he is saying: angel kisses are poison to humans. "An angels kiss is poison?" He shakes his head and spreads his wings, I nod. "Only fallen angel?" He nods slowly. I frown and ask, "Even here?" He nods grimly.

I feel even more embarrassed but I soften greatly and feel completely drained and defeated, sitting back down. "Do you want to kiss me?" I ask, looking up at him with uncertain eyes. I can only hope he says yes. And to my surprise, he nods. I feel my heart rise as he takes my hand gently and helps me to my feet. I look at him and sigh, "I wish you would talk and I wish I could see your face fully."

He bites his bottom lip once more and pushes some hair for my face. "Why can't I even know your name?" I ask as I look up at him sadly. He sighed and pressed his forehead to mine, his lips inches from mine, but I restrained from kissing him. "Don't ever leave me." I whisper, my voice barely the sound of a soft breath. I feel tired all of the sudden, weak almost.

My legs buckled and the only thing keeping me from falling was his arms around me. I whimpered, pain running through me. I looked at him and was unable to stand. "Help!" I whimper, suddenly slipping from his arms and falling. I didn't hit the ground; I was just falling. I scream but nothing comes out and I try again. Nothing. I'm even more scared now.

I jolt awake; my mother had her hands on my shoulders and was shaking me as my dad held down my legs. I had been kicking and screaming and didn't even notice? I calm down finally and Julie, my mother, my father, and I were all sitting downstairs in the kitchen at the table with a cup of coffee in our hands. I sigh.

"I think you should go see someone." My mother suddenly says, breaking the silence. I stare at her in disbelief. "Mom... It was just a bad dream!" I protest, not wanting to be put in a loony house. Which I happen to be in now. This is where the months of therapy from a psychologist begin. But I'm not yet here.

My apologies, I must go, the moonlight has been blocked by a storm cloud.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Day 7,

I'm getting so sick of being locked in this loony bin! If this keeps up, I'm going to actually go criminally insane! Ugh. Anyway, no one believes me about my stories and there is this new girl who thinks she is so big and bad. We got in a fight and I got put into the padded room. Me! Not her! How unfair! I need to stop ranting and start telling the story, sorry. Where was I? Ah! Right! The table talking with my parents as they try to get me to go to some stupid therapist.

"I won't go!" I say, slamming my hands down on the table then crossed my arms over my chest. Julie blinks and stands, "I should be heading home..." My mother offers to drive her but Julie politely shakes her head and says she will be fine. I growl under my breath. My father has started on some rant about how I'm going to end up in a gang if my behavior keeps going on the way it is and I only laugh, bitterly. "A gang? Dad, I don't think I have the time or energy for a gang!" I hissed as I stood, slamming my hands down on the table once more and ended up knocking the cup of coffee onto the floor, not even flinching when the glass shattered against the tile floor.

I turned and stomped to my room. I wanted to go back to my dream with my angel. I pulled out a drawer in my vanity and sighed. I pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills. I read the back and popped two in my mouth, swallowing easily. I looked down and sighed, laying down and looking over at the picture of me and Sam. I turned on my music and traced my finger along the picture of Sam and me and sighed. I, eventually, felt tired and things began to blur as my eyes closed slowly.

I felt woozy and sleepy and my eyes fluttered closed as I curled up in a ball on my bed, waiting. I felt my body slowly go to sleep. I was standing in the dark. Nothing around me but dark. I turned, gasping as a large figure was behind me. My heart raced and I blinked rapidly. The figure grinned coldly, his hands glowing as he flexed them. He spread large black wings that could be seen against the black back ground. My eyes widened. I almost screamed but he grabbed my arm then hissed in my ear, "Stay far away from Damion..."

He disappeared. I was in shock. I didn't now angels could speak. I mean, I knew they could, I just never heard one! I was breathing heavy and I jolted awake and I looked around my room, my alarm buzzing. It was time for school already?! Hadn't it been midnight just a few moments ago? I groaned and flopped back onto my bed then rolled out of bed and stood, walking to the closet and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I slipped on my sneakers and grabbed my book bag. I slung it over my shoulder and walked from my room.

I walked downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast and took a big bite, taking at least half of the piece of toast in my mouth, and chewing quickly. I swallowed and grabbed a bottle of water then walked past my mom and dad and out the door to my car. I got in and turned on my iPod and began to drive down the road to school. I felt my heart flutter wildly.

First day of school. I had to make a big splash. I had to let people know I was alive and not just some ghost in the corner of their eyes. I sighed and pulled up to the school and got out. I made sure my long legs were the first thing everyone saw as I got out of the car. I smiled and got out and closed the door to my car with a bump of my hip. I glanced around and locked the door, my eyes setting on my school crush. Derek. My heart skipped a beat. I swooned a bit. Those big blue eyes sent my heart spinning every time.

I forced myself to act cool and held my head high as I walked by him, last year -when I had had braces- I had made a slight impression on him as an okay girl. I wanted to make an impression of a girl he would want to go out with. "Hey Derek..." I said, smiling and waving at him a bit as I walked by. He gave me a curt nod, I almost frowned but pretended to pay it no mind. I walked by his brother, Jason, and smiled, "Hey Jay!" I said, smiling. Jason didn't have Dereks blue eyes but I always caught him watching me.

This year, I saw him eye my legs and scan me up and down, blushing when he saw I had noticed. Jason was sweet. He was okay, but I didn't want him. I wanted Derek. I often used the name Jay instead of Jason when I was busy or unable to really think about more then one thing. I heard music playing and I saw Julie dancing next to a stereo. I giggled and ran over, dropping my bag and dancing along.

My hips ground to the music, long and smooth movements that got guys eyes on my hips, a look of longing in most of their eyes. Most every guy but Derek. He was talking to a cheerleader. I growled under my breath, not happy with this. Why did he seem to like every girl but me? What about me was so unappealing to him? I sighed and shook it off.

I turned back to Julie and giggled, bumping hips with her playfully. She smiled and bumped back as we danced. I looked around and saw some of Sams friends, they were sort of fidgeting in the corner. They looked uncertain was to do with Sam, their leader, gone. I felt so bad for them that I walked over and dragged them to the stereo and said, "Come boys, dance with us!" I giggled at my own boldness and smiled as they seemed to lighten up and start dancing.

I glanced at Jason and Derek. Nothing from Derek but Jason didn't take his eyes off of me. I sighed, what did I have to do to get Derek? Dye my hair blonde and get the stupid peppy cheerleader thing going? I shook it out of my mind. I was better then that! I heard the first bell ring and I giggled and turned the stereo off. We had drawn quite a crowd. I ran to my locker and put my books away, Julies locker right next to mine. We compared schedules and saw we had the same classes and we locked arms and began to walk down the hall to Math.

During Math, Julie and I passed notes. I told her about my dream and she got an uneasy look on her face and frowned and told me she would talk this over at lunch. I write my response as a yes then ask her if she has time during study hall to come to the library with me to look things up. She nods and puts the note in her pocket. For the rest of class, we take notes and do what we are told.

When class sends, we head down the hall. We chat up on what we plan on doing for the year. I freeze when I see Derek is kissing the cheerleader girl he was talking to earlier. I almost break down crying. I shake it off and take in a raggedy breath then looked at Julie. She nods and takes my hand and leads me down the hall to Spanish. For the rest of Spanish, I am in a glum mood and barely respond to Julies notes about asking me if I'm okay. I just sigh and scribble in my note book.

What I didn't know is that Jason had been around when I saw Derek kissing the cheerleader and had seen my reaction. I missed how angry he looked at Derek for making me upset. I sometimes wish I had seen how good Jason could have been. Maybe if I hadn't been to obsessed with my angel and Derek then I would have seen him. But I didn't, and it's to late to change that now.

i walk out of Spanish when it is over, surprised to see Jason yelling at Derek down the hall. Though I can't tell what they are yelling about. I shake it off, figuring they were fighting about the cheerleader. Though, they were arguing about me. Jason was yelling at Derek and Derek didn't care and just turned and walked away.

I could see the fury in Jasons brown eyes and sighed. I turned and walked towards my third period class with Julie. We had study hall and we were going to spend it in the library researching Angels, but I freeze when I see her. Mirage. She has another werewolf girl by her that I've seen before. She was the omega that carried me to the middle of the pack when I first met Mirage and the others. I never caught her name but Mirage struts down the hall as if she owns the place, catching every ones eye. Including Dereks. I growl but Julie looks frightened and turns and walks into the girls bathroom. I don't follow.

Mirage spots me and smirks, walking towards me with the girl following her. I don't move. Mirage walks up to me and scans me, having a weird look on her face as if she is disgusted that mortals go to this place to learn. I narrow my eyes but my rage fades when Derek walks over. He runs his hands through his thick black hair and I swoon a bit. I hide it though.

Derek looks at Mirage then glances at me. "Hey, Jane?" He has forgotten my name! I almost cry right then and there. I don't. "Ya..." I say, anger edging my voice that makes him raise an eyebrow. He looks at Mirage and asks, "what's your name?" Mirage smiles sweetly, beautifully, "My name is Marcy..." She says in a sweet purr of a voice. I almost drop my jaw as she sticks her hand out to shake and Derek takes it. But I can't help but smirk as Derek takes her hand then narrows his eyes at her, as if he sees what she truly is. He glances at Jason, who is sort of glaring at the back of Mirages head.

The girl steps in quickly to avoid trouble. "Marcy... We have to get to class." Mirage looks at Derek suspiciously and nods, "right, nice to meet you, Derek." She turns and walks towards class with the female.

Derek looks straight at me and it almost makes my knees wobble, his piercing blue eyes straight at my green ones. "Jane, I'm pretty sure a girl like you shouldn't be hanging around a girl like that..." I look at him, shocked. Is that all he has to say to me?! I take offense, or seem to. I scoff. "Excuse me? I can hang out with whoever I want... Who are you? My dad?" Just to add onto it I roll my eyes and turn sharply on my heels, he looks a bit taken back, and I begin to walk to the library.

When I get into the library I sit down and grin, I just made Derek -the hottest and most popular boy in school- look shocked! He usually has only a smirk or a blank face so this was a big deal. Even more so since I did it in front of the whole school. I could have sworn I had heard Jason snicker as I walked away. Derek was going to remember me, one way or another.

I smile at Julie and we get to work, but find nothing. Just as Julie is about to give up I spot something. "Hey!" I said in a loud whisper. I point to the picture of an angel with black wings falling from the clouds that represent heaven. "He looks familiar..." I mutter. I look closer but hear the bell ring. "Damn!" I mutter and close the book then go and check the book out with my student ID card. I walk with Julie to lunch, hungry. I am curious to know if Julie needs to eat mortal food to survive. I don't bother asking though since we are in a public place.

We reached the cafeteria and I frown, all the tables are taken. I shake it off and ask, "Lunch outside?" Julie grins and nods. We walk to the line, keeping our heads high. I try and look as formidable as I can to make sure no stupid popular bitch tries to come up and mess with me and Julie. But just as one decides she is going to try and talk to me and likely try to humiliate me, Sams old friends come over and cut the girl off and ask if they could join me and Julie for lunch. Julie and I nod and smile, leaving the popular girl standing there with her mouth open and looking rather angry and flustered. The girl can't touch us if we hang out with them.

Julie smirks at the girl and uses her hand to gently close the girls mouth. "Keep your mouth closed, honey, you'll catch flies..." She said in a smooth voice that leaves people snickering and we walk out of the cafeteria with our trays of food and meet up with Sams friends and sit down beside them. I can't help but think this year is going to be great, despite Mirage being in school.

I eat next to Julie and talk with Sams friends, glancing over my shoulder to see Derek looking at me and raising an eyebrow. I smirk and begin to playfully flirt with the boys. Of course, we have done this many times before so they know I was joking around. But Derek didn't. I smirk as I see him almost seem jealous, it makes me feel all bubbly inside. I glance over at Jason, who is cracking up.

After lunch, Julie and I head down the halls to our lockers to get our things for gym. I growl as Mirage comes into view but Julie grabs my wrist and pulls me down the hall to gym. As we walk in, Julie freezes and goes into stare mode. I pull from her iron grip and wave my hand in front of her face, even snap my fingers in front of her eyes a few times. "Julie? Julie, you there?" I ask.

"R-R-R" Is all she can stutter. "What?" I ask in a very confused way. "Romeo." Julie finally whispers, she is staring at a boy with black hair and green eyes. I smirk. "Is that really him? Or are you f**king with me?" She shakes her head quickly, "No, I mean it. I think that is him..." She says, looking nervous.

I smile and grab her wrist and pull her towards the boy, she digs her heels into the floor but doesn't put her full weight into it. "Jane! Don't! I'm not even sure it's him..." She whispers, but it is to late. I smile and wave at the boy. "Hello... You're new here right?" He simply nods. I smile and say, "Well, I'm Jane and this is Julie..." I motion to Julie, who looks rather nervous, with my hand. The boy smiles a bit. "Ha, imagine that... My name is Romaeus... Sort of Latin for Romeo... And I just met a girl whose name sounds like Juliet..."

Julie blushes a bit an smiles, glancing away. I grin. "I'm gonna go get changed, I'll catch up with you two later." I walk into the girls locker room and open my bag of gym clothes then go in one of the open changing stalls and get changed into a pair of orange shorts and a white tank top. I slip on my running sneakers and go out and wait for the coach to gather up the teams. I glance around and see the boys staring at my long legs.

Over the summer I had grown boobs, legs, straight teeth, my hair had gone to the way it should, and I got a perfect tan from running every morning. And it showed! I grinned, this was going to be my year.

I must skip a few periods because nothing new happens. I don't see Mirage for a while and Julie is always flirting with Romaeus but I don't mind. It's last period that is amazing.

So, I'm walking towards my car and out of the school when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn, my heart flutters as I see it is Derek. "Jane... Want to go out dancing tomorrow night?" He asks. At first, I think he is screwing with me or meaning a group of people. "Sure, who else is coming?" I ask, feeling dumb at his response. "Just you and me." Derek says simply. I stare at him in surprise. "S-sure... We going to meet there?" I ask. He shrugs and says, "I'll pick you up at your house..." He says, putting his hands in his pockets and walking past me, "I'll see you at seven..." He says as he gets in his car with his brother and gets in and drives off with his brother. I swoon.

I run to my car and drive home, giggling.

Day 8,

UGH! I HATE my new therapist... He is such a perv! He kept me after the others and tried to kiss me, and when I hit him I got thrown into the padded room! He is a total jerk! Well, I'll stop ranting now... I'm sure someone, if anyone, is anxious to hear what happens next.

I get up, practically leaping out of bed. I was so excited because I would get to go dancing with Derek tonight! I ran around to find the perfect outfit and grabbed a pair of jean short shorts and a white tank top. I brushed through my head head and gabbed my things and ran downstairs. I had to get through school first to go dancing.

I grabbed a cereal bar from my brothers hands and grinned slyly at him and ran out to door and to my car. I drove to school, hoping nothing would go wrong today. I jumped out of my car after parking and walked down the court yard. I sat down on a bench and opened a book, waiting for Julie to come in.

When Julie actually got to school she did something that shocked me; she got out of the car with Romaeus... My mouth hung open. I blinked a few times but was distracted when Jason came over and smiled at me. I looked up and smiled at him. "Hey Jay!" I said as I made myself comfortable. He didn't seem as laid back as he usually did. "Hey... I need to talk to you about the dancing with my brother..."

I smile and nod. "I'm very excited..." I knew that Jason knew I liked Derek. I never saw it bothered him. "Ya... About that... I really do not think you should go." I was taken back, having the expression as if he had slapped me. "What?! Why?" My thoughts instantly turned to think that Derek had canceled and had made his brother go tell me.

Jason quickly spoke up. "No no no! He thinks you should go... But... Girls who go out with Derek tend to get hurt in the end... I know you saw him kissing that cheerleader in the hall and he just totally blew her off for no apparent reason... I asked him why and he said he was bored with her."

That reminded me, I hadn't seen that girl all day. I wondered where she was. "Wait... So you are telling me I shouldn't go out on a date that I've been waiting for since the first day of high school?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him skeptically.He looked away and frowned, biting his bottom lip and not speaking.

I felt angry, I didn't know why and I just felt so angry. I jumped to my feet and as the bell rang and said, "I'm going to class..." I kept my voice mildly even, unable to truly keep it from wavering and seeming a bit edgy. I walked to class, surprised to find Julie was sitting next to Romaeus instead of me. Yes, I was happy for her, but I needed to talk to my best friend.

Then Mirage and her little pack came into the room, swarming around my seat with Mirage sitting behind me, obviously to watch my every move. I looked over at Julie for help but she was so wrapped up in Romaeus she didn't see me or the fact I needed help and I wanted to throw something at Julies head. I sighed, sitting as the teacher walked in.

Over the class my hair kept getting pulled, Mirage scratched me multiple times, and the little pack kept messing with me by throwing stuff at me and when I threw something at them I got caught and got in trouble. I ran full speed out of the classroom when I could and went to the girls bathroom to clean myself up. I walked out and saw Derek, walking towards me. I forced myself not to swoon.

Derek walked up to me and stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets and he ran his fingers through his hair boredly. "Hey... You still on for tonight?" He asked, pausing for a bit. I nodded and smiled, "Sure am..." I said. Derek looked at me and raised an eyebrow, watching as Mirage and her little pack walked by and waved at us. "You have some interesting friends..." He muttered as his eyes turned back to me.

I looked at him and frowned, grumbling, "They are not my friends..." Derek seemed a bit surprised and raised an eyebrow, "Well... that girl you hang out with... Whats-her-name... She is... 'interesting'." He said to me. I raised an eyebrow, "Her name is Julie. How is she interesting?" I asked, a sinking feeling growing inside of me. He blinked and said, "Uh...." It was all he said, I sighed and told him I had to head for gym.

I reached the gym and got changed, bored. I saw Julie was still talking to Romaeus, I muttered a few curses. I needed someone to talk to and she was busy with huge hearts in her eyes. I grumble and begin to run as the instructor says to run, but I notice something as Jason and Derek enter the room. They are running extremely quickly and, some how, I felt as if they were still holding back from how strong they really were and how fast they could really go.

I stopped as the instructor told me to get changed for a swim. I nodded and went to the girls locker room, grabbing my swimsuit and slipping into the tight one piece. I walked quickly to the pool, not liking the stares from every boy in the gym. I jumped into the water and took off swimming, it was five laps both ways. I closed my eyes and began to play a song through my mind, allowing myself to be consumed into what I was doing at the moment.

I was in a world of my own, the world around me faded and the one thing on my mind was my swimming and music. The image of my Angel soon slipped through my brain and I felt something grab me, causing my eyes to shoot open. I heard my name called and was a bit surprised. I coughed a bit and looked up, not realizing I had been sinking. "Hm?" I asked, a bit undaunted. "Jane! What the hell?!" Julie cried, not looking happy with me. I felt so confused, "What?" I asked. "You almost drowned!" Julie growled. "Well, I would have hoped your concern for me was a bit higher so that you wouldn't get mad at me as soon as you pulled me up." I said, my voice even but having a cold edge to it, which caused Julie to look away shamefully. I snorted, "Whatever." I walked to the locker room to get changed, it was my turn on the running track. If only they knew my running skills had increased ten fold with the recent events in my life.

I changed into some shorts and a tank top and began to run down the track, speeding past the boys and up towards the fastest runner in the group. I began to make my stride long and wide and quickly eased past her, running from werewolves did give you some extra work out time. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought and kept running, closing my eyes once more. I didn't care if I fell, the relaxing feeling of running was just to much to not zone out to.

My breathing eased and I began to catch speed, the wind whipping through my ears and my body in perfect sync with my running. Everything was so perfect right now. I could just fade away... That was the issue.

I suddenly felt myself trip, my hands going out to stop myself from falling. I tumbled. I hit the ground hard with my knees and hands scratched and bleeding. I looked around, the room spinning a bit. I moaned in pain. I looked up then forced myself to my feet, snarling at the fact my body ached. Then, I noticed the way Julie was staring at my hands and knees, as if I was the one thing she wanted most of all. I pitied Romaeus, what if he bled around her?

I snorted, would serve them both right. I stood and walked myself out of the gym, not caring as the teacher yelled for me to get back there. I walked to the nurses office. She wasn't there, she never was. I found a bandage pack and began to put it on, easily wrapping it around my bleeding hands and knees.

I never found what had tripped me since I never really tripped once I hit my stride, which I had been, so I was confused.

Day 9,

Nothing to report today, been locked in the soft room for a while, but what's new?

Okay, so, I basically went home, only to find that Derek needed to reschedule our date because of family business, which I would later find out is something quite dangerous. I went to bed and woke up the next morning, as always, but had no dreams of my fallen angel, which was weird.

I had gotten through the school day, avoiding Mirage and her pack and everyone else I knew. I didn't feel like talking that day. So, I went home and found my favorite dress. The dress was mid thy, high in the back, was quite lacy around the cleavage and leg area and was a deep red. A lot of people say that red heads can't pull off red, well they haven't met me! I'm gonna make their heads explode!

Ehm, sorry. I get a bit over excited sometimes. I love disproving stereotypes. It is so much fun to make people's jaws dropped. I love screwing with people sometimes.

I waited and adjusted my black heels and smirked. I saw him pull up in his black convertible, his hair was gelled a bit and he was wearing a black muscle shirt that clung to his body and a white jacket and jeans. God, he looked great!

I grinned and got in, sitting next to him in the passenger seat then jumping in surprise as his brother was in the back with another girl...

"I.. I thought this was you and me?" I stammered, shocked. He shrugged and told me that his brother needed a ride and they would drop them off at a different club, I nodded, feeling more relaxed at this.It was awkward silence lasted till we hit his brothers club. I watched them get out and noticed Jason giving Derek a mean look before leaving with the girl. It was very strange and I wasn't sure what to say or do because of this. I crossed one leg over the other, making my dress hike up in hopes of catching his eye. Nothing. Not a glance, a stare, or even a movement other then a blink.

It was then me and Derek as we drove to a different club. I sighed and got out, maybe I could catch his eye out on the dance floor, god I hoped he danced.

I walked to the entrance and we were let in, I smiled at him but he seemed unnerved and looking for something. I sighed and said, "We came out to dance... So dance with me..." I said as I grabbed his hands and leaned towards the dance floor, he simply looked at me like I was insane. "I don't dance..." He replied, which almost made me shatter. "What? then why did you take me out to a dance club?" I asked, wondering what he could have been thinking.

He sighed and shook his head, "Because your friend just died and my brother wouldn't stop pestering me till I did so." He said, seeming as if this was a common thing to happen. I blinked, jaw gaping, utterly shocked. "What?!" I screech, suddenly angry and feeling like an idiot. Now he seemed interested. "I thought you knew..." He said as he looked at me. I snapped, "Of course I didn't know!" I hissed, snorting and stomping out of the club. God, how could I have been so stupid?!

Derek was into the preppy easy girls, not the strange red head whose friend just died... I was so stupid for thinking it could be me. I walked away, knowing he wasn't following. I walked to the forest, knowing it wasn't the safest thing at the moment but I didn't care. I sat down under a tree and pulled my legs to my chest. I buried my face into my knees and let out a shaky breath.

I looked up, seeing someone tall in front of me. I looked at his face, shadows. I smiled a bit. How did I know he would come? My angel. The outline of his face seemed almost sorry for me... I didn't like that one bit. He put his hand out to help me up and I stood, taking his hand. I smiled at him.

He suddenly pulled away from me like I had just grown a third eye. I turned and realized why. Standing there was Derek with a gun in his hand. I gasped and jumped back, sticking close to my angel. "Derek?! What the hell?" Could Derek see my angel?

Derek wasn't even looking at me... He was looking at my angel. My eyes widened as I realized what was going on. Derek was to calm about this... It slowly dawned on me; he was a hunter! I had heard myths in stories and old books but I though they were jokes!

I looked at My Angel. "I didn't lead him here! I swear!" I said, but he wasn't focused on me either. I looked at Derek. "You can't shoot him! He didn't do anything!" I protested. Derek looked at me and said, "Doesn't matter. He isn't allowed to be around here... The real reason I took you out tonight was because I knew you would get mad and lead us to him... I am curious to know if any other of you friends are creatures."

I looked at him... If he found out about Julie... No. She couldn't be hurt or have to leave now... She just found that Romaeus boy...I looked at My Angel desperately. I wanted him to leave, that way he wouldn't be killed. "Go!" I pleaded. He looked at me then looked at the carvings in the trees... Such strange markings. How had I not noticed them before? I realized something. I wasn't just the one leading Derek to My Angel, I was the bait. I looked at Derek and said, "You can't do this! He's saved me more times then I can count!" I said, trying to get Derek to lower the gun.

Derek looked me right in the eyes and said, "And what about you friend, Sam? That thing will only save you, not matter who else is put in danger or killed... If there is a fire, he will get you out and then leave the others to burn... It's the reason we have to get rid of him!"

I was taken back a bit. My heart hammered in my ears. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have gotten into this mess? Why couldn't I fix it!? I walked towards Derek, slowly and looking calm, knowing he would think I was just coming to his side to hide. When I reached his side, he looked at me warily.

I looked at him then away from my angel. Even My Angel seemed to believe this... He seemed shocked, and hurt... I looked at Derek and shoved him to the ground, now sitting on his chest and attempting to get the gun out of his hands. We wrestled for a few minutes before he shoved me off and I was on my knees, a gun pointed at my head... I forgot to mention a bullet had gone off during our little wrestle time and I didn't know where it was. I looked up at Derek and smiled, "You should have been more careful with those bullets..."

Dereks eyes widened and he looked at my angel, where he had disappeared. Derek turned back to me, "You're an idiot! This could have gone the easy way! " He lowered the gun and ran off. I stood, looking around curiously. I began to walk home, limping a bit as I had twisted my ankle pretty painfully. I got home, shocked to find the door busted in. My jaw dropped. "No... No no no!" I ran into the house, ignoring the limping I was supposed to have and looked around. "Mom?! Dad?! Brother?!" I ran up the stairs but they weren't there.

I sat down and looked at my feet. I began to sob. They were gone... Derek and his family took them. There wasn't any blood so I doubted they had been killed...

I curled up in a ball and fell asleep while crying.

Day 10,

I woke up the next day, alone in the big house. I stood and limped out of the house. My ankle still ached painfully. I looked around, frowning a bit.

I pulled out my cellphone and called up Julie. "Julie? Please come to my house as soon as you can... It's an emergency..." Julie sounds like she is barely listening. "Sure, be there in a few." I was already worried we wouldn't get along... not with how dismissive she sounded.

Julie got there an hour later! Her dress was a bit disheveled and her bra strap was sticking out of her purse and Romaeus came out after her. I glared at Julie and stomped out to her, shoving her to the ground. "You bitch! You stopped for a freaking quickie, didn't you!?" Julie looked at me in shock, but looked away with a blush.

"I call you, begging you to come over as quick as you can and you bring your man whore and have a quick fix?! What the hell?!" I screamed, rage boiling over. Julie didn't look like she had anything she could say, keeping her eyes on the ground and blushing hard. "Well, you might as well go home, you little bitch... I'll get my parents back on my own... Oh, and they were taken last night after I found out the boy I've liked since middle school is a hunter!"

Julie stood, frowning and reaching out to touch my shoulder, "Jane! I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" I smacked her hand away. "When I say it's an emergency it shouldn't be a matter of my parents lives for you to get over here! You could have come right over! It takes you ten minutes to get here tops! You've abandoned me since you met him... You know I would have rushed right over... Does he even know your little secret?!" I screamed, to angry to think.

Julie began to cry fiercely but I was unmoved... "No... He doesn't... I'm sorry! I don't know what else to do!" She said, looking really sorry. She didn't know how much she had wronged me... Abandoned me, then completely dissed me for a guy. I shook my head and said, "Just leave... I thought I could count on you... Guess not..." I said, turning and walking back into my house and closing the busted door. It was a loud bang. It shook the remainders of the door. Julie was still crying and Romaeus was standing there, looking rather confused. I didn't care. She abandoned me and was only trying to apologize because she had lost me...

I needed my parents back and I walked out the back, needing my ankle to work better so I grabbed the pain pills out of my purse and took a few before walking towards the forest.I walked and walked till I reached where I wanted to be. I looked around and yelled out, "MIRAGE!!" I was probably stupid for doing such a thing.

Timber, the kind brown omega that helped me so much whenever I was stuck in the forest, came out and looked alarmed. "You shouldn't be here!" She said as she looked at me."I know... I have to make a deal with Mirage..." As I spoke, more wolves emerged from the forest, these wolves turned into the familiar faces of the wolf pack... Then Mirage emerged. And god she looked pissed.

I swallowed thickly as she snarled and walked up to me. "Mirage... I need to make a deal with you... You can kill me, and get rid of some hunters, if you help me get my parents back..."

Mirage circled me, the anger I saw when her sister had died still burned in her eyes like an ever going flame... "Why should I help you?! I could just kill you now!"

"But you can kill a group of hunters if you help me get my parents back... You won't be bothered ever again..." I said, trying to coax her into helping me... She took this into consideration, puzzling over it for a moment. "Fine... When and where?" She crossed her arms over her chest and I could still hear the low growl coming from her throat.

I smiled, relieved, though I knew my death would bring my family to safety and other people would no longer be hurt. "Tomorrow night... Himpton way... The house is 1101. " I informed, having been over to the house before to talk with Jason about homework. She told Timber to escort me out of her forest and I was carried by Timber, she was in her wolf form, out since my leg hardly worked from the pain...

I laid down in my house when I reached it. Julie had left with her boyfriend, and I was glad for it... I laid down on the couch and fell asleep, tired and in pain... I was dreaming, I knew it. I looked around the pitch black emptiness of the space and I sighed. Then, I looked up and saw my angel. I grinned as he landed next to me, he looked so worried.

I frowned when I saw that he was upset. "Is it about my deal?" I asked, getting a nod in response. I frowned. "You know I have no choice... They'll kill my parents. " He instantly grabbed my and pulled me close, holding me by the wrists as if to tell me he didn't want me to go. I looked at him and said, "Besides... You'll be able to go and do what you want again instead of having to watch over stupid old me all the time..." I muttered.

He looked at me and shook his head, as if to say he didn't mind. His eyes were pleading as if he would loose his own life if I died. I frowned, "I have to... They'll kill my family if I don't.." He instantly took his hands from my wrists and pointed to himself. I looked at him in horror. "No! They can't kill you! My life has been ruined by being ignored by my best friend, my other friend dying, and a werewolf infestation trying to kill me... If I lost you I wouldn't be able to handle it!" I said, wrapping my arms around his sides. I rather be dead then live without him... It would be a life of pain... He was my only release and I didn't want to have to feel the guilt for his death... Mirage would just kill me anyway.

He wrapped his arms around me as well and I felt him bury his face into my hair. I blinked up at him, "Take me to the river... The one you first showed me when we started seeing each other in dreams..." I could see the way the shadow of his face bent as he smiled... How I longed to see his face and hear him speak. Just once before I die. He did as I requested and took us to the river.

I smiled and sat down, he sat down next to me and pulled me close once more, grabbing a rose that seemed to be made of music note paper and put it behind my ear.

I smiled up at him, "Since I'm pretty much dead tomorrow... Can you kiss me?" I asked, it didn't seem to startle him but his smile flickered a bit and he looked down slightly. I sighed. That was a no. I looked at him and bit my lip, remember about one thing I had heard in a dream... The raspy voice had said to stay away from Damion... Who was Damion? I decided to ask.

"Is your name Damion?" I asked. This startled my angel and he looked at me in shock, jaw dropped as he seemed surprised I knew his name. He nodded slowly, a 'how did you know' look on. I blinked and said, "Something told me to stay away from you... A dream... But why?" I asked, concerned at why someone would tell me to stay away from him... I know, it was probably kind of early to think of such things but I was sure I wanted to spend my life with him... To have him always close, not matter if I can't kiss him or see his face...

He looked away and sighed, shaking his head a bit and taking one of my hands and entwining our fingers together and giving my hand a gentle squeeze. He looked at me and then leaned his forehead to mine. I looked at him and smiled weakly. "Now you are just being a tease..." I said, it caused him to smile again and take his free hand and run it up into my hair.

I giggled, laying back against the sand of my imaginary river and he moved over top of me. I felt my heart pound, though I knew he would not touch or kiss me... Not in anyway my teenage hormones wanted anyway. He smiled down at me and nestled his head in my neck, I could feel his warm breath and it gave me the chills, goosebumps rising along my skin. I knew he had to feel a bit smug about the reaction.

He smiled into my neck, sort of laying over top of me but using his arms to keep himself off of me for the most part... Wouldn't want me to get the 'wrong idea', right? His wings wrapped around me slightly, just enough to give me that relaxed feeling without having me totally slip away on him.I looked at him and grinned, getting a dizzy feeling with his wings slightly wrapped around me. I wanted him to kiss me so badly... I felt so much like I was high.

I was snapped out of it when I felt his hands reach my waist. My eyes widened a bit, grinning, my heart was beating quite a bit but I knew this was probably as far as he would go... And I was right. But, sadly, the dream seemed to last shorter then I would have liked and it ended with me waking abruptly to Mirage shaking my like a rag doll.

I opened my eyes, blinking slowly. "Hm?" I asked, confused and barely able to think straight. Timber came up and said, "You slept till the time we were supposed to meet you..." She said. I blinked... Had I been asleep all day? For two days? Damn. I blinked and nodded, "Okay... You girls have guns?" This got a lot of blank stares. "You know how to use a gun?" I asked, most girls nodded in reply. "Then you should get some..." I said, though Mirage growled and got in my face, an obvious challenge.

I had studied wolves and she was being defensive of her rank... Like I was trying to tell her pack what to do. I knew what to do and I backed off, giving a soft whimper and keeping my head lower then hers. Mirage seemed satisfied and she relaxed, keeping an eye on me. She began to tell her pack what to do and I turned on some music, Mirages hips began to sway a bit and I smiled, "You dance?" Mirage blinked, looking at me. "Ya..." She said, "what's it to you?" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow at me expectantly.

I laughed and said, "I am a dancer!" I showed her with a quick twist of the hips and a dip and I laughed again. Mirage didn't seem to impressed and copied my move flawlessly. I smiled, "See, we aren't to different... " She turned and faced me, narrowing her eyes. "Don't you ever say we are the same! Or even remotely close to the same! You will be torn apart... You killed my sister... I didn't do anything!" I narrowed my eyes a bit and said, " You killed Sam..." Mirage rolled her eyes, "not the same thing."

Lights off guys, sorry. Will finish this soon.

Day 11,

I'm back... Tired... Didn't get a wink of sleep. I'll try to write some, don't be mad if it is small though.

I narrowed my eyes, "How? How is it different? How is you killing Sam different then someone else killing your sister?" Mirage looked at me and said, "Because I killed your future mate... You killed my sister!" She snarled, voice icy as steel. I narrowed my eyes at her, not afraid to try and hit her down a bit. "He wasn't a future 'mate'... He was like a brother!" I warned, balling my fists up.

The pack turned its attention to us and seemed on edge. I looked at her and said, "You kill me... You die... You know what killed your sister will kill you if you tried to kill me." Mirage snarled but stopped, I could tell she wasn't to keen on dying. She growled and said, "Whatever... We are ready... Gonna lead us into battle now?" She said, her voice sarcastic and cold.

I shook my head then walked out of the building, walking towards the house that held my parents. I looked back at the girls, some of which had turned back to their wolf forms. We stopped at the gate."There are bound to be hundreds of traps..." Someone said, I nodded and placed a pin number into the machine on the side of the gate, it was the visitor pin number. I knew it because I had been here before.

I looked back at them and said, "Watch your step... Step exactly where I step..."I began to lead them down the walk way, only stepping on certain blocks and reaching the door. We clumped close to the door. I pushed at the door but it didn't open. I frowned. The door was large and metal and it pushed in instead of pulling out. I looked at the girls and they helped me push. The door opened with all of the packs force.

I took a slow step in. An arrow lands at my feet. I look to where it came from, seeing nothing but shadows and the tip of another arrow. The wolves jumped up to my side, snarling deeply. I suddenly realized why they stayed in a pack, that feeling of being in a group and being protected was new to me but it felt somewhat right... I shook it off and looked around, one girl handed me a gun and I shot in the direction the arrow had been fired.

I heard a metal clang and I realized there was nothing there. I looked at one of the scouts and she nodded and turned into a wolf and sniffed around the walls, making sure not to go out into the open. I could hear music playing in the background, likely from Jasons room, he loved listening to music. I narrowed my eyes, anger spiking. Jason had been my long time friend and he had kidnapped my parents. The sense of betrayal I felt hit hard... It felt as if I had just been punched in the throat when I thought of Derek.

The boy never even liked me. He used me. He used every girl he had ever met, it was just who he was. And I fell for it... I cared about him and he had a gun to my head maybe a night or two ago... At that point, time had blurred together and it could have been a week ago that I had fought Derek. I didn't care.

The scout came back, nodding and I followed her with the rest of them along the wall and to the door, I motioned for them to wait but one girl didn't and when she touched the door, it electrocuted her, she shrieked in pain but we couldn't get her off in time before she fell to the ground, her heart and breathing had stopped and her skin was fried. It was a horrible sight so I looked away. The girls swarmed the girl and they lowered their heads in anguish. I forced myself to look at the door and sighed, walking over to it and typing in a pin code...

I could hear a few girls crying and wondered if my death meant so much to Mirage that she would risk the rest of her pack for this? For the deaths that were to come and the ones that had happened. I closed my eyes as a scout ran a head of me. Then more did. Only when I opened my eyes did I realize I was standing in the doorway completely alone. I stood there for a minute longer... Thinking. I began to pray silently.

I was an Atheist... I know. But, after seeing all I had... I figured it was worth a shot. I prayed that not to many would die and my parents would be okay. That my little brother would be able to think well of his rotten big sister before she left them. My heart clenched at the thought, and I realized, if I die... I put my family in danger. I had to get them out though... Even if I did end my own life to do it.

I followed after the girls, knowing they would be wondering why I was so far behind. I sped up, sneakers hitting the ground in soft clacks as I followed. I ran with them till we hit a large room, it was a gym style room. The whole family was there. Their mom, dad, Jason, and Derek. I growled, "Where are my parents?!" I asked, voice edged. The girls were hidden, making sure they hadn't seen the wolves. I looked at the family as the mother walked up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged her hand off. "Jane, Deary, we just want the angel... Not you... We will release your parents... But you got to give him to us..." She cooed, it made me sick that she could find this all so simple.

"You don't get it... I'd be killed without him... Why would I ever give him up?" I hissed, backing away from her and into the doors archway. I growled, "You're an idiot... "The lady laughed a bit, "And you're going to stop us?" She asked, "We can kill you, Jane..." She reminded me. I snorted, looking at Jason and he averted his eyes almost shamefully. "Ya... I guess you can... But I brought along some help." I turned and ran through the open doorway, as I did the wolves rushed past me and swarmed the family. I could hear the shocked screams of terror as the mother was swarmed first.

I ran to go find my family, checking every room. When I found the right door, someone grabbed my wrist. I turned and saw it was Jason, I looked away spitefully, "Get out of here..." I growled, not realizing how feral I must have sounded. He looked at me and removed the mouth mask, his eyes pleading, "Please, Jane... We just want the angel... You know me... I wouldn't let them harm your family..."

I yanked my wrist away and said, "And if you knew me you would know that I wouldn't sacrifice a friend, now leave... I'm getting my parents." I said, turning back to the door and ignoring his hurt expression. He grabbed me again and this time he pulled me in close and pressed his lips tightly onto mine.

My eyes widened, and I began to resist until I realized I had been ignoring him for so long... If we weren't gonna speak again and I was gonna die... why not leave it on a high note? I calmed and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. He seemed to take this the wrong way and soon moved so I had my back against the door, and I had to admit my heart was pounding. He pulled away after a few minutes, seeming to try and control himself. He smiled slightly and kissed me once more and pulled his mouth mask on again and said, "Please don't get yourself killed." He turned and walked off then hid into the shadows.

I went back to picking the door lock and finally got in, I walked in and saw my brother and my parents all tied up. I ran over and untied them, they stood up and tackled me in a hug. I smiled, feeling my eyes water at the feeling of my family. I looked at them and said, "Follow me... You have to get out of here... I have some friends I have to get out of here..."

Okay, stopping here for the night. It's become mandatory to get some people skills in. Bleck.

Day 12,

Back, god, the people here as so weird... I know, it's an insane asylum; they are bound to be weird... But some of them seem to have the mental capacity of a mentally deficient (wouldn't want to 'offend' any of the bleeding hearts out there who would get mad at me for saying retarded) two year old. Yes, I'm a bitch. Now, if you have a problem with that, turn around and walk away, if you think I make sense or just don't care enough to stop reading then lets us continue.

Thankfully, my family listened and ran off. I looked around and ran back to the fight, wanting to tell the girls that they could get out now and save the ones they could. I ran into the room and found myself eye to eye with the barrel of a gun. The gun was lowered slightly but a wolf jumped on the holder, who I didn't quite see, and I was shot.

I didn't feel any pain. All I knew was one minute I was standing, there was a loud bang, and then I was on the floor. The pain had yet to kick in. I blinked, unsure what had happened. I looked up to find someone standing over me, my angel.

My vision blurred as I felt something warm leak into my shirt. I lifted my limp hand and gently sat it on my chest, able to feel the warm liquid soaking my shirt. I lifted my hand and looked at the blood and my body began to shake and tremble as pain hit me hard, it exploded in my chest and ripped through my body like someone was pouring molten rock along my skin and then cutting me to let it in...

My breath was ripped from my lungs and my back arched in pain as I screamed out. I could barely hear myself scream as my head felt as though it was being flooded with blood, the sound of pulsing blood slamming into my ear drums, causing everything around to me drown out a blur in a massive mess of gurgles and screeches.

I looked up at my angel, wishing I could muster up the strength to speak. I couldn't though and he bent over me and touched my wound. I opened my eyes and tried to push his hand away, the blood on my hand smearing across his arm as I could barely move his arm. He reached his fingers into the bullet wound, causing me to cry out in pain, and he pulled out the bullet. He then put his hand on the wound and pressed down... The pain seeped away and I began to relax, breathing frantic and heavy. He looked down at me and frowned, looking away and then pulled out his sword, my vision blurred and I blacked out.

I woke up in a hospital... I looked around in confusion. I wanted to sit up but a nurse was at my side and put a hand on my good shoulder and said, "Do not stand, you'll agitate your wound..." She said quietly. "W-where am I? " I croaked, my voice hoarse and dry. I had breathing apparatus on. I looked up at the nurse as she scanned my face to make sure I was okay.

"You were shot... You were in surgery for three hours trying to get the bullet out of your shoulder and you've been unconscious for two days..." The nurse said, sitting on the bed next to me. I looked around, eyes wide. Two days?! I looked over at the table near me to see flowers... I reached up and pulled the tag... The writing was written in cursive. I tilted my head and the writing said, ' Get well soon, love Jason.' My face turned a slight rosy pink.

I looked around as my mom walked in, her eyes looking tired and the dark bruises under them showed she hadn't slept in days. When she saw I was awake, she rushed in, hands trembling from caffeine as she probably hasn't slept. She rushed over and hugged me tight, my father soon following and doing the same.

I grunted, feeling them squeeze me to the point of popping me. "Ugh, I'm fine... Really..." I grunted, trying to pry them off of me. I knew they loved me and had been worried, but squeezing me wouldn't help me. They looked at me, my moms eyes watering, she seemed to be trying to find some sort of answer... But... I didn't have one for her. I needed to explain something though, they needed some explanation as to why they had been kidnapped and almost killed. They were probably still scared and wanted to be sure everything was okay... But everything wasn't okay...

"Where is my doofus of a brother?" I asked, desperate to change the subject, and maybe they saw it too... My mother gave a slow breath, trying to calm her jittery nerves. "He's at my sisters house, we thought it would be... safer for him to stay there." My dad finally spoke, being very tentative on what the word 'safe' meant. And I suddenly realized what they meant... They thought I wasn't safe! I stared at them in disbelief. I saved them! I hadn't thought Jason and Derek would go over the deep end! My parents used to approve of them! How was I supposed to know?

Maybe they sensed my shock and anger, or maybe it was the heart monitoring machine that was beeping off the charts like I was having a heart attack, but my parents looked away and said they'd let me rest before leaving. I leaned back against the bed... I couldn't believe it. I shook my head and picked up a phone, looking at the messages. There were at least twenty... I sighed and began to look through them. Most were from Julie. I rolled my eyes and closed my phone, pushing myself up and throwing my legs over the edge of the bed.

I stood and realized something was attached to my arm, sliding the IV out of my arm. I shuddered at the feeling of pain. I groaned, knowing I needed to change into my normal clothes again, and walked to the door, jiggling the handle and then picked up a chair and put it under the handle.

I walked out of view of the door and window and dropped the hospital dress. Ugh! They hadn't even had me wearing underwear or a bra! I shivered a bit, feeling how cold the room was now that I was completely bare. The first thought in my head was to clothe myself. I walked to the edge of the bed where my parents had left some clothing. I pulled on my undergarments first then a tight turtle neck sweater and a pair of denim jeans.

I brushed myself off and looked at the pain pill bottle on the edge of the counter, near the table lamp near my bed. I walked over and snatched it, reading the label. 'Take two by mouth every day.' I sighed and popped two in my mouth and swallowing. I had always hated taking pills, no matter what it was or how big they were. I hated them.

I looked around and walked out of the room, looking at my parents and grabbing my moms purse and pulling out her wallet. I walked to the coffee machine. I got myself a coffee and walked back to my parents, tossing my mom her purse. She put the payphone back just quick enough that she could try to catch the purse. She stumbled and fumbled to catch it, barely catching herself. I huffed, watching my dad steady her.

I looked at them and said, "Can we get home, I have some things I need to finish tonight" I waited for a response before turning and waiting for my mom to help me check out. I was still legally under her jurisdiction. She signed me out with her trembling hands. What was her deal? She was so shaken. Shouldn't she be happy that I'm alive? Why did she look so scared of me?

She signed me out and we walked out to the car. My dad pulled my iPod out of the car, from the glove box, and I squealed in delight and took it from him and instantly began to flip through my music. I thought they had taken my iPod when they had taken my parents. I was so glad they hadn't, though they could have gone without taking my parents.

I turned through my music and got in the car, it was awkwardly quiet.... I didn't know why... I shook the thoughts from my head, looking around and put my headphones in, listening to my music while we drove down the street in an eerie silence. What was wrong? I just couldn't place my finger on it. I glanced up at the sky as we slowed. I pulled one head phone out and blinked, "Why are we stopping?"

Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong, I looked around as we pulled to a stop. We were on the highway. In the middle of no where. I didn't like this... Not at all. I squirmed and unbuckled quietly, making sure I would be able to get up and run if needed.

Wait... These were my parents! They wouldn't do anything to me! Then I heard it. A metallic click and I jumped and shoved the door of the car open, leaping out. I jumped to the other side of the road, leaping far away from the car as I could. I looked at my dad, who had a shot gun in his hand and pointed at me.

"Jane... Please, just don't move." He pleaded, his eyes sincere... But I knew so much better. I knew I would and could be killed if I gave them a chance. "So you can do what?! Shoot me?!" I screeched, angry and terrified. My heart pounded in my ears... It drowned out the sound of the sirens coming... "You had called the police in the hospital!" I said, stunned and hurt.

"Jany-" My mom had begun to speak, but I wouldn't let her, I bolted. I ran as fast as my feet could possibly carry me. The wind blew my hair back, the whistling drowned out the sound, and my heart felt as though it would explode from beating so quickly. I drew my legs into a long stride. I felt weak, worn out, out of shape from my two days in bed. Tears bubbled and blurred my vision. How could they... My own parents... My last safe haven... After what I had done to get them back...

I shook it out of my mind. No, they didn't matter out anymore. I'd grieve later, I had to be strong. I couldn't collapse now. No crying, no weeping, no turning back... I was different now. So was my life. Things would never been the same.

Oh, my dear reader... I must say, I am surprised you have read this long. But I must bid you a goodnight. Remembering this has taken a lot out of me... I'm sorry, I'll right the next chapter when I awaken.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Day 13,

Hello, my dears, I'm glad to see you have come back! It's good to know I have some reader(s) that find my tale interesting. But do you believe me? Do you think it's true, or that I'm truly insane? Questions for another time.

I ran and ran, my body aching and in pain while feeling free and wild at the same time. I must have been pretty far a head of the cops cause soon the sirens drowned out into the back ground and I out ran them.... Those cops must have had their sirens on really loud... I looked back.. Wait... Was there even cops?

I couldn't see anything behind me but I continued to run anyway. Not the time to take chances. As I ran and ran, a familiar brown wolf came up beside me. I recognized her right away, though I didn't know her name. She jerked her head in one direction and I instantly turned to follow her.

Timber, as I would soon come to learn was her name, led me into the forest, taking me down tricky paths and rocky rivers... But it was worth it... We stopped in an open field, but it was surrounded in trees like we were in the eye of the forest, the very heart of it. I was panting as I put my hands on my knees and bent over, feeling woozy from lack of air and over working myself. I glanced up at the wolf as she turned into a girl. The looks she had was rather smooth skin, her hair the some brindle coloring as her fur, and her eyes the color of burning wood.

"My name is Timber, Omega of the pack.." Her voice was quiet, meek, but it had an edge to it... like she was proud of what she was, no matter how low her ranking. I liked her. I straightened myself up, after I stopped huffing for air, and said, "My name is Jane... I've seen you before... You say you are part of 'the pack' but what does your pack call yourself?" I was curious. No one had ever mentioned what they are called.

Timber looked around, suddenly seeming to be anxious. Her whole posture crumpled a bit, shoulders rolling forward and back bending forward a bit as her head lowered and her knees bent to make her seem smaller. She looked around nervously as she wrapped her arms around her waist... Something was wrong.

"Oh... I'm going to get in so much trouble for helping you, even being around you is going to get me in big trouble with Mirage..." Her voice began to shake and she seemed anxious to run and leave me there alone. I reached out and gently grabbed her shoulder.
"Please don't leave me here, everything will be fine... Why would you get in trouble? Why hasn't Mirage come for me already?" I asked, staring at her. She squirmed at first before she took in a slow breath and decided she might as well answer. "You are an enemy of the Sanguine Lupus*, Mirage thinks you died from the gun shot, and I helped you!" She said, seeming suddenly angry with me and herself.

She yanked from me and struck me hard across the face, sending me stumbling back with claw marks across my cheek. "Because of your act to save your parents, half of the pack was killed! We can't just repopulate, the males are brutal and cruel! It will take years for our numbers to come back to normal, and so many innocent girls will be forced to bare children! The Omega's! Me! The males don't care what the females want, which is why we stay separate! They act like animals! They'll kill their own young if it doesn't look enough like them, and they'll steal the young if they are male!" She snarled.

I stared in astonishment. I was speechless, I didn't know this would happen. I didn't... I couldn't say anything. I held my bleeding cheek while Timber glared at him with those venomous, dark brown eyes.

"We can only send some of the girls and there is no guarantee they will come back! Do you know how many of us die in child birth?! It's dangerous for us to reproduce! Even more so to give birth!" Timber growled again, seeming angered beyond belief.

"I-" I couldn't say anything. I turned my head away, eyes locked on the lower portion of the woods. "I'm so sorry... I didn't know this would happen. Mirage never told me.." I muttered, unable to bring myself to say anything else. To tell her to blame Mirage.

Timber glared at me, seeming angry but her gaze softened slightly. Her anger must have slipped away because she fell to her knees and collapsed into a mess of sobs. Her shoulders trembled and she shook like a leaf in front of me.

"Timber... why don't you come with me? You won't have to deal with that stuff every again... I can help you... You will never have to deal with those males again, you can find a real boy and fall in love the way everyone should be able too," I said as I watched her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Timber looked up at me and said, "Really?" She seemed unsure and suspicious. She looked around to make sure no one was around before nodding and standing, her legs shaking slightly. She turned into a wolf and shook her pelt and made a motion to follow her. Unsure what else I could do, and worried someone would come and find me, I followed.

We walked a long time and then until it got dark until we reached a small hut. She turned into her human form and opened the door easily, though it seemed to have been locked... She walked in and sniffed the air before flopping down on the couch. "The owner isn't here," she said, her voice sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I nodded and began to look around, walking to the kitchen to find something to eat. I looked around to find some canned goods. I looked at them and was kind of disgusted to find most were okra in a can. I never liked okra.

I eventually looked at Timber to find her sleeping, twitching lightly in her sleep like she was a dog. I smiled, it was adorable. I walked over and reached my hand down and began to stroke her hair gently. She stiffened then to nuzzle into my hand while she was sleeping. If she had a tail it would be wagging.

I felt my own exhaustion slowly take hold of me and I walked around and finally found a musty old bedroom. It was dusty and unused in ages. I walked over and patted the bed, to find dust flying up in every direction. I coughed and waved my hand to scatter the dust. I slowly laid down on the bed and closed my eyes to rest happily.

I drifted in and out of sleep as I lay on the bed, trying not to let my guard down but to also get the rest I needed. It was a tricky balance. I somehow got it to work though. But this balance didn't last long as I slowly began to wake up, hearing the soft thundering of heavy paw steps and soft growls.

I stood and walked to the door of the bedroom, cracking it open just a centimeter and taking a slight peek out. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the cabin as I heard a soft pained whimper. A large body of black brushed against the door, the growl and snarl coming from its throat made me realize it was Mirage. I frowned and feebly slunk back until I heard a soft howl of pain and realized that the sound was coming from Timber. I felt a familiar ache in my chest as I hid in the back..

I knew there was little I could do, and what I did next would haunt me for the rest of my life: I turned and jumped out the window, leaving Timber to have who knows what happen to her. To this day, I do not know if she is dead or alive, or if she had to go through the horrible mating process that she described earlier.

I sighed as I ran away, guilt welling up in my chest as I thought about it. I continued to run till I felt my legs weaken and betray me. I felt my legs collapse beneath me and I hid the ground, a soft groan of exhaustion slipping past my lips as I buried my face in the grass, breathing heavy as I coughed at the dirt going into my lungs.

I felt a pair of hands grasp my shoulders gently as they pulled me to my knees. I looked up, groggy, only to find a mess of black hair and slightly pale skin.. I couldn't make out the eyes. I slowly passed out, exhaustion and hunger taking over me and causing me to pass out.

(* Sanguine Lupus is Blood of The Wolf in Latin)

Day 14,

As I woke up, I realized just where I was...

I jumped up and moved away from the bed, slamming into someone I knew very well. I jumped away from them and tried to move away as they came out of the shadows and gently grabbed my arms, holding my still and trying to make sure I didn't pass out.
My breathing was quick as I could only make out the name "Jason."

I could see him smile when he realized I recognized him, and I got a little of a flashback to that kiss we had in his house, right before I was shot down by someone unknown. I still wanted to know who I shot me, maybe he knew? I stare at him a moment longer before I finally am pulled form my shock and I blinked slowly.

He turned on the lights and pulled down his mouth mask, exposing a large scar running from his cheek bone to his jaw bone. I gasp slightly, feeling guilty, "Oh my, what happened?" I asked, wondering if the attack on his home had caused it or if something else had, though I knew it was foolish to think something else had caused it.

He gave a wistful smile and said, "Um... One of your little werewolf friends attacked me... It was after your family got out so, no worries there." He said, smiling as he slowly, almost slow enough that I didn't notice, wrapped his arms around him waist. He seemed to be absolutely ecstatic to see me and it made me feel guilty.

I smiled a bit, unable to resist wrapping my arms around his neck. He stood less then a foot taller then me but not my height, maybe five inches taller? I smiled a little more as I felt the warm softness of his t-shirt touch my arms and his arms in a firm, yet easy, hold around my waist. It had been a while since I felt this comfortable.

I relaxed as I felt his forehead go against mine, feeling is warm breath along my skin was relaxing. His breath wasn't stinking because he was breathing through his nose, and even then I could smell he faint sent of mint from his toothpaste.

It was quite a change, I had never even thought of anything more of him then a brother less then three days ago... Now, my head was swimming, my heart was fluttering, my stomach was twisting into knots while my knees were close to failing me. I shivered a bit when he pulled me in so we were completely against each other.

His lips pressed to mine and a sudden wave of static and shock ran over me. I stared at him wide eyed for a minute before sinking into the kiss and closing my eyes. The kiss was sweet and innocent at first, until he pressed in more. I felt something warm and soft begin to trace my lower lip as I tried to figure out what it was... I soon realized what was going on and my eyes opened a bit, my mouth also opening in a gasp and accidentally letting him think that this was okay. His warm tongue slid past my lips and to greet mine, which was rather startling.

I soon blushed as I realized this was my first French kiss. I felt clumsy and stupid but he soon started to lead me with his tongue, almost like a dance, and it was intoxicating and sweet.

As our kissing got sweeter and heavier, I lost track of time and figuring out where I was. I barely noticed as he moved us so we were laying on our sides, facing each other, in the bed. He knew I wouldn't allow him to go further so all we did was kiss as he kept me close up against him, which was something I didn't mind at that point.

I jerked away when the door opened and I realized who was. Derek. He stared at us for a long time before speaking and, in a tone I had never heard him use before, "It's time for dinner." With that, he turned and closed the door quickly while he left.

I looked at Jason and he smiled a bit, kissing my cheek before taking my hand and leading me up and out of the room and towards the dining hall, I scanned nervously for their parents, who would undoubtedly aim a gun at my head after what I had done to them; letting a bunch of werewolves into their home.

"The folks are out, they'll be at a resort for a few months. It's just us... So you can stay as long as you need." I heard Jason say, causing me to look up at him in surprise. After what I had done, the last thing I suspected was for him to say I was welcome in his home. But it made me feel happy, knowing my friend didn't hate me, knowing he still liked me, even though it may be a little more then it should.

I then realized Derek was watching us from the corner of his eye, but when I caught him, he looked away almost spitefully. I frowned, a sick churning in my gut. What had I done to make him hate me? Okay, the werewolves was probably the main thing, but he had never looked at me with this kind of look, I couldn't make out what he was trying to say.

I sat down next to Jason, who had ordered pizza for the night. I felt my mouth water at the smell of the pizza, the sight of it was even better as I reached for a slice after both boys had taken their choosing. I was a guest, I wasn't going to be choosy and pick whichever I wanted first, it wasn't polite or how my parents raised me.

I sighed as Jason asked about what had happened to me afterwords. It wasn't like their was a safe house or anything that I needed to hide so I explained the parts about what had happened after I had woken up in the hospital. I suddenly remembered my wounded shoulder and touched my shoulder gingerly, the pain shooting back.

"Ow... Hey, do any of you know who shot me?" I asked, looking at them as they grew nervous. Jason looked at his brother before saying, "I did. I was trying to clip you to make you run, not wound you and throw you in the hospital, I'm sorry... I guess your wolves got some payback, they gave me the scar..." He muttered, though he kept his gaze intensely locked on Derek instead of looking at me, this made me frown a bit as I stared down at my feet.

"Oh, okay. I did let them into your house, sorry... I guess we're even." I said as my shoulder throbbed in pain. I suddenly realized the bandages were new... You had to take my shirt off to get to the wound... My face flushed red as I looked at both of them accusingly. "So which one of you pervs took off my shirt to fix me wound?"

Derek and Jason stared at me incredulously, the first time I'd seen Derek look straight at me all night.

"W-what?" Jason stammered, a bright red blush claiming his face.

Derek's gaze suddenly hardened and he growled, "Stop being such a brat, we didn't do anything. Jason saved you, I wanted to leave you there. The wound was infected. Get over yourself... I've seen prettier girls in which I might be interested in trying to pull something. You're still a child, Jane." He somehow made his words like razors and he managed to make my name sound like he was saying the most disgusting word in the dictionary and it had left a bad taste in his mouth.

I deflated instantly, shrinking back a bit and staring at the ground sadly, my wounded shoulder ached in protest but I didn't listen. I was shocked, and fairly hurt, I had never thought Derek would say something like that. I looked at Jason and frowned a bit, but kept his gaze away as he didn't speak at all.

I looked at him and said, "I'm just gonna head to bed now, that okay?" I waited for an answer but he just kept his gaze away from me as if I was completely invisible. I didn't say anything and I just stood and walked till I found a room I knew of as a guest room... I walked in and landed on the bed, unsure what was going on... I guessed I would have to leave in the morning... Certainly had no intention of over staying my welcome.

I looked at the bed and turned to lay on my side, unsure what else there was to do...

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