I've always been fascinated by the paranormal. My adopted parents aren't too keen on anything of that nature though. They're really religious, and they don't believe in anything I tell them. In fact, I'm not really important to them, but they keep me anyway. But I swear, everything changed when the new kid came to my school.

That's when everything changed.

Note - This will contain strong language and violence. If you're not into that sort of thing, please, don't blame me when that occurs in this story. Just stop reading.


7. Laura - Sweat and Lust Seem To Enjoy Company

“Come on Laura, sharpen up!"

I hissed, and swung for Gerard's head, aiming to cleave it straight off his neck. He laughed and aimed to slash at my shins, but I was too quick for that game again, and jumped over the sword and aimed took hook away his feet. He wasn’t about to fall for that either, so he stabbed for my chest, which I trapped his arm under my shoulder, until we standing face to face, close enough to feel each other’s breath.

And that’s I pulled away, sent my weapon and walked away. He was used to my reaction to this by now. He thought I was tired or something, but that was wrong. In those precious moments, I wanted to kiss him. Uncontrollable desires raging forever in my head, and it was slowly eating away at my conscious. Gerard was always so teasing, so perfect, so angelically Gerard.

And it creeped me out. Well, that’s not the word. There was nothing more I wanted than those close moments we spent together. Even though we would both be drenched in sweat, weapons locked and ready to tear out each other’s throats, he still looked beautiful. A kind of savage, vicious beauty, the way the sweat clung to his hair, and his burning wings with matching cunning and hatred in his eyes…

And I was driving me insane.

I walked up my room, chucking my jacket over the edge of my chair, and looked onto Whitby Bay with some regret and remorse. Things had changed since I’d arrived here. First thing is I’d been trained non-stop, fighting and fighting until my body was physically unable.

The second, and the most important, was I felt like I finally belonged here. Sure, there were the occasional appeals for my recovery that popped on social messaging sites, as I had disappeared seemingly without a trace. Most had assumed I died in the fire I caused, but others were hopeful. And I knew for a fact the hopeful was not my adopted parents.

But here, everyone was the same. We were different, people that would have been rejected had they sought the consort of people assuming their normality. But I learned that here, I was as much an angel as any of the other angels that I walked amongst. The Catholic brats at my previous school didn’t think they were burning a real fucking angel, now did the bastards?

And they would never even fucking know. And I don’t give a single fuck.

I sighed and fell onto my bed, the soft linen brushing against my skin. “It’ll be soaked after this…” I muttered, and then picked up a small mirror from my nightstand. My green eyes looked back, duller than usual due to the exhaustion. Little cuts and little bruises littered the porcelain surface, and I sighed and set it down again, letting my still vibrant red locks cover my face.

The place, Whitby, was a lovely place. The docks looked positively magical at night, the ruins of the Abbey and the old church in the distance on a hill, looming over the shambling streets of the harbour. The moonlight reflected off the water, and shone to light up the town. It was a beautiful town.

The house itself was quite, well, mysterious. There were seven floors in total, making it more of a mansion than anything else. But most of those floors were underground, making the normal household places above ground. The angels lived on the second floor, the highest floor in the house, nicknamed ‘The Heavens’.

That’s where I lived. Up in the heavens with the Archangels, Raziel, known to me as my Gerard, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and then there’s me. The Angel of what? I don’t even think I’m an angel at all. I mean, sure the tips of my wings are bright red firey feathers, but the rest are the wings of a black dragon.

That doesn’t make me an angel as far as I’m concerned. So I just get on with it. I’m not complaining, the heavens got a view, and I like the view. I wouldn’t want to be downstairs, in the 2 underground bedrooms down there. It’s horrible down there but everyone else without wings lived there.

Therefore, Shade lived down there too. She’d quickly become my best friend here. Even though she was actually quite scary, she was the only one who dragged me outside to take me shopping. Because I needed to be dragged to go clothes shopping. True fact.

And surely enough, someone rapped against my bedroom door. I sighed, and shouted “Come in, it’s open!” A man opened door that was about 27, and smirked when he saw me. “You know, Raz would probably kill to be laid next to you right now.” He taunted, his mouth curling up like a snake’s smile.

“Shut up Gabe. What do you want?” I snapped, and he laughed, a brightness in his blue eyes “Now now little sky rat, we wouldn’t any of your pretty little feathers to turn black, now would we?” I hissed defensively, and sat up glaring.

“I hate you. You’re horrible.”

“Well, dear, I offered you the chance, and you declined. So I’m afraid this is all necessary.” He mocked, and I choked and growled “I never sleep with you! I want to kill you!” Gabe smirked and strode over, and closed his hands around my throat. “A collar there… I ask you, would it be so bad for a couple of days? Weeks? Months?”

I hissed in rebellion against that statement, and his eyes were cold and calculating. From under his blonde mess that he called hair, they looked me and up and down repeatedly. He knew I would snap any minute and go for the throat. And that’s what I did.

I fumbled and gripped at his hands, tearing them off my neck. He hissed, and reclaimed his grasp, spitting in my face “Bitch, you made a mistake. I swear if Raz or Mikes weren’t looking out for you…” I laughed despite my situation, and threw him off. “But they are. Now get the fuck outta my room!”

“I will after you admit to me one thing.”

“I won’t tell you anything.”

“You’re lusting over Raz, aren’t you? He makes you sweat when he’s not around, he haunts your mind when you’re alone. Because you know you’re not good enough for him.  You know he’s got better interests, and he’d never be yours.”

I hissed in denial, my eyes flaring. I felt the familiar wings grace my back again, and he smirked. “That’s all the proof I need. Remember, vices are what destroy virtues. And soon enough, you’ll fall dear. And you’ll fucking hard whore.”

And with that, he slammed the door behind him and left me to collapse on my bed again, drenched in sweat and in desperate denial of the thing he’d recognised that I dared not admit.

I’m not good enough for Gerard Raziel.

And I let my mind take over and got swept away in it’s pointless fantasies about a man I could never possibly have.

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