What's Worth Dying For

Avalon Burge knew why she shouldn't like Gabriel Woods. But she couldn't help herself. It's not like she knew before they became friends, but she'd seen the signs and chose to ignore them. Their types weren't supposed to mix, but something about Gabriel was different. Start reading to find out about the demons and angels in all of us, what happens when they form a forbidden friendship and what they experience when their true natures start to burst through. Please comment your thoughts and some of your own stories! I will read them!! :)

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5. Chapter 4: The New Normal

        Gabriel was a demon.
        Avalon immediately scrambled away from him, remembering the rules. "I can't be near you. I have to go." She glanced back one last time before climbing into his room. She'd never seen him look so upset.
        But that was out of Avalon's control. She had to stay away from Gabriel. Tears streamed down her face and she ran down the staircase and out the front door. She was sprinting down the road when she heard Gabriel call out, "Avalon! Wait! You don't understand! Please!" Avalon slowed and turned around, looking back at him one more time before taking off.
        She burst through her front door, breathing loudly and tears dripping from her face. She managed to get to her room before breaking down completely. She shoved her face in her pillow so no one would hear her sobs. It just wasn't fair. But Avalon had seen the signs and chose to ignore them. But how? Gabriel's blue eyes, demons don't have blue eyes. Avalon supposed that was why she hadn't expected it. Was it possible that he was different? But Avalon could never find out, because, after all, he was a demon. And angels did not knowingly interact with demons.
          Avalon didn't go to school the next day. She told her parents that she felt sick, and so they let her stay home. She sat around and sulked all day. At around four o'clock, Avalon heard a knock on her door. "It's Gabriel, Avalon. Please let me in. It's not what you think." Avalon realized she was afraid to make him mad.
          "Fine." She sat on the bed, hugging her legs, as Gabriel opened the door. He wore a dark shirt that matched his hair, and when he looked up at her, his eyes looked bluer than ever. "What do you want?" Gabriel shifted his weight from one foot to another anxiously.
        "You need to let me explain, Avalon. It's really complicated," he said softly. Avalon wasn't sure if she should tell him her secret. Was it safe? Gabriel had never done anything bad to her, so did she have a reason to be worried now? He always had been a demon. Maybe he would leave if she told him.
      "You want to know what's complicated, Gabriel? I'm an angel and I'm not allowed to be near you or I will literally rot in Hell." Irritation crept into her voice as she spoke. Gabriel's eyes widened.
      "Oh crap." He took a step back. He looked ready to run away.
      "Well, don't leave now," Avalon snapped, anger bubbling inside her, "We're both going to be in trouble, so what's the point is leaving now?" Gabriel looked at her unsurely.
      "We have a lot to talk about, Avalon." Gabriel spoke softly.
      "Meet me in the woods behind your house in fifteen minutes." Avalon was already digging through her drawers for something to wear, she was still in her pajamas. Gabriel silently left and Avalon looked up to see that he was gone.
        Avalon was angry. Angry that Gabriel was a demon. Angry that she was an angel. Angry at God and Devil. Angry at everything.
        Avalon walked down the road, her anger and annoyance simmering. There was nothing she could do about it. They were going to have to make it work, somehow. Avalon decided that her opinion about Gabriel hadn't changed. He had been her friend for all those years and she wasn't ready to let him go, not even if he was a demon. She twisted her hair into a bun as she maneuvered between the trees in Gabriel's backyard.
      She walked for a while more, to make sure they would be a safe distance away from anyone else. A slight breeze cooled her from the hot May sun. A few minutes later, she heard twigs crunching and looked up to see Gabriel coming towards her. He sat down next to her on the soft dirt.
      "Why are you different, Gabriel? You aren't like the demons I read about." Gabriel took his eyes off the ground and looked at Avalon.
      "I'm different?"
      "You didn't know?" Avalon was shocked. Gabriel shook his head. "Well, for starters, you don't have a malicious intent to hurt people and do bad things. And secondly, you don't seem to like what you are. And lastly, you have blue eyes."
        "What about my eyes," Gabriel asked curiously, "What's wrong with them?"
        "You really are clueless. Demons don't have blue eyes, they're always brown."
        "You have brown eyes." Avalon was getting irritated again.
        "Not all people with brown eyes are demons!" Gabriel flinched at her harsh tone. "Okay, look, I'm sorry. I'm just feeling really overwhelmed."
        "At least you don't have to worry about hurting people when you grow up," Gabriel said absently.
        "True, but I do have to worry about losing my best friend." Gabriel frowned.
        "How is this going to work, Avalon? If anyone finds out about this, we are in for it," Gabriel put his head in his hands. "I don't know what to do."
        "I don't think anyone would suspect  us, because it's hard to spot an angel, let alone a demon who has blue eyes and doesn't act like he's supposed to." Avalon squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. This wouldn't be the end of the world. Gabriel was different. And that gave Avalon a reason to hope. She felt Gabriel's breath hitch.
        "I'm sorry I'm a demon, Avalon. I don't want to be," Gabriel spoke in a feeble voice. "Is there any way to fix it? The older I get, the worse I'll become."
        "I don't know, Gabriel. But I wish I did. I won't leave you. I promise."


                                                           *Five years later*


        "Will you help me study for my algebra test," Avalon asked as they walked up her driveway, they had been walking home from the bus stop.
        "I have a C in algebra right now, I hardly think you'd want my help." Gabriel smirked.
        "I need all the help I can get," Avalon responded, opening her front door.
        "I can try, but I don't think I'll help very much," Gabriel answered. He walked immediately to the kitchen, where Mrs. Burge was sitting at the table, working on her laptop. "Hey, Mrs. Burge," Gabriel said cheerfully, "Whatcha got for me today?" He opened a cabinet, searching for the latest snacks.
        "I can make you nachos," Mrs. Burge replied. Gabriel turned to face her with a huge grin.
        "You're the best, Mrs. B," he shouted, leaving the kitchen. He ran up the stairs past Avalon, who was still putting her shoes back neatly. By the time Avalon got to her room, Gabriel was sitting on her  fluffy blue carpet, pulling out his textbooks and spreading them down in front of himself. "I think I need your help," he said with a smile, "Especially in biology, I'm failing that."
      "Gabriel Leonardo Woods," Avalon began in a mocking tone, "You have got to apply yourself or you will never get into a good college and have a successful career." She walked over to sit next to him.
        "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mother," Gabriel began in an equally mocking tone, "Will you ever forgive me? Could you please help with my studying habits? I would ever so like to get to get a B on the next test." He presented her with his biology textbook as if it were sacred text.
        After devouring his nachos and an hour of attempting to study, Gabriel suddenly looked up. "Today I called a boy pathetic and ugly then knocked his lunch on the floor." Avalon put the textbook down.
        "Why?" Gabriel looked at his hands shamefully.
        "I was sitting in a seat he wanted to sit in. He pushed me out of the seat and I got mad," Gabriel told her. This is what they did, talked over his growing amount of outbursts, hoping to find a way to avoid them.
        "Don't let them get under your skin, Gabriel," Avalon advised.
        "I can't help it," he replied, "I keep getting angrier easier. What if I hurt someone?" His shoulders sagged and his voice was soft.
        "If that ever happens, we will do something about it."
          Gabriel sighed and flopped onto his back. "Sometimes I think I should just end it now, before I really hurt someone," he said in a withdrawn voice. Avalon crawled over to him and put her face right above his. She could feel his warm breath on her face.
          "No," she said firmly, "You can't do that to me." Gabriel looked away.
          "Okay," he whispered. Avalon moved her face away. Gabriel sat up and started to play with a piece of fuzz from Avalon's carpet absentmindedly. Avalon was afraid he would do it. Gabriel had once told her it was not worth living if he had to be afraid of hurting people all the time.
          "Gabriel, promise me you wouldn't ever." Avalon tugged at a piece of his hair. He glanced up at her and grimaced.
          "I won't," he stated simply. "I can't."
          "Gabriel," Avalon whimpered, "Stop it. Promise me." Gabriel pulled her into a hug.
          "For now, I'll promise you," he told her, "But not forever."

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