Angels of Los Angeles

Amynta McNair is a seventeen year old born and raised in Aberdeen. She got a scholarship to one of the best all-girls' schools in England, and hates the thought of having to spend her summer holidays in the soaring temperatures of Los Angeles. She soon feels comfortable hanging out with her stepbrother and his friends, but things take a weird and Amynta finds herself hunted by the Archangel Gabriel. And who or what exactly is her father?

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11. Chapter Eleven

I stare at Charlotte; I don’t quite understand what she just said. “My stepbrother is... my guardian?” she nods and I turn and grab hold of the railing with both hands.

“Your lives have been linked since your birth.” She tries to explain.

“Obviously since my birth since he’s older.” I look at out the Pacific Ocean. “So why are my eyes purple?”

“It only happens to those born of Gods and Mortals, who have also been touched by magic.” I turn to look at her, taking my left hand off the railing but keep tight hold with my right.

“Magic?” I stare blankly. “How am I touched by magic? I mean, I’m Mildred Hubble not Hermione Granger.”

“Your Grandmother is the first witch, Pasiphae.”

“I think I’d know if my Grandmother was a witch.” I say and then my mind flashes back to my fifth birthday. Mum had taken me to Gran’s before the three of us headed into town and I spotted the wooden chest in the corner of her living room, when I went to look inside Gran pulled me away and said children shouldn’t open strange wooden chests.

As I came back to the present day I could only manage one word; “Oh.”

“Your childhood makes sense now doesn’t it.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded in response anyway. “We are the Children of Hecate.”

“The Goddess of Magic, right?” she nods and before I can ask any more questions, the door opens and Ben and a blond haired guy walk out onto the balcony. He looks from me to Charlotte trying to understand what’s going on.

“Amynta,” he says. “Who are these people?”

“Well, this is Charlotte and...”

“Kai.” Charlotte finishes for me.

“Right. They’re like us.”

“Like us?” Ben looks at me with his eyebrows raised. “How?”

“Well, I think Kai is Charlotte’s Guardian like you’re mine.”

“Sure.” Ben says as Kai let’s go of his arm.

“It’s true,” Charlotte takes a step towards him. “Amynta is touched by magic and you must protect her.” Ben fights back a laugh, though he doesn’t know if they’re lying.

“If you’re half God then who are your parents?”

“I was adopted at birth,” she tells me. “I only know that my father is Poseidon.”

“Who is mine?” I mentally pray that Charlotte can give me an answer that Mum refuses to but she remains silent and watches me. “Thanks.” I say.

“Come on, Ben.” I pull him back into the club and I try to find the others but they’re no longer upstairs. They must have gone down to dance.

Damn.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around. I sigh when I realise who it is. “Not now, Lucifer.” I say as Ben and I look down at the crowd trying to spot one of the others.

“Your friends are outside.” Lucifer says. I look up at him.

“Why are they outside?”

“When they couldn’t find the two of you, they thought that you might have left.” Without thinking, I hit him hard in the chest though not hard enough to do any real damage.

“Why didn’t you just say that?” I ask and immediately turn and drag Ben downstairs and over to the exit.

Once we’re outside, I look left and right and spot everyone on the other side of the street and we walk over to them.

 

The next day I wake up and find Mum and Rowan sat at the kitchen table waiting for me and Ben. Aubrey was at the Mall with her friends and Luca had gone to football – soccer – practice. “Sit.” Mum tells us. I look at Ben and sit down, one thing you never do is ignore my mother.

“What were you thinking last night?” she asks. She’s ignoring Ben and giving me a look that she hasn’t given me since I was thirteen and she had to retrieve me from the local police station; though in my defence the council were trying to cut down the trees near where we lived, so I snuck into the construction site and stole the keys from every piece of machinery and put them in a box before climbing the highest tree I could.

Mum said there were legal ways of making a point.

“What are you talking about?” though I know exactly what she’s talking about.

“You went to a night club.” She clarifies anyway. “You’re underage. I thought you of all people would know better.”

“It’s a stupid law.” I argue. “If we were in Australia or the UK-”

“It would still be illegal. You’re not eighteen yet.” I slump back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Ben looking at me.

“You should have known better than to take her.” Rowan tells Ben as Mum places my fake ID in the middle of the table. My eyes widen as I look at it.

“Have you been going through my stuff?” I shout, looking up across the table.

“I wouldn’t have to if you talked to me.” Mum tries to justify snooping through my things.

“You’re one to talk. It’s not like you don’t keep stuff from me.”

“I have always told you everything.” Mum says. How does she manage to keep a straight face as she lies to me?

“Then why won’t you tell me who my father is?” the room goes silent until Mum asks Rowan to take Ben and pick Gran up.

Ah, my Grandmother. Is there another secret Mums been hiding from me? Once we hear the front door close, Mum starts to speak. “Is this why you’ve been acting out?”

“What?” I ask. “No. It might not be what you want to Mum, but I am not the perfect girl who gets straight A’s.” I say pushing myself up from the table. “I get straights A’s and I break the law, deal with it.” I walk out onto the patio and Mum runs to catch me.

“Are Ben and his friends putting pressure on you?” she asks.

“No.” I say loudly. “I did it because I wanted to. Besides I got the ID-”

“Go on.” Now it’s Mum’s turn to cross her arms.

“I got it two years ago.” I look down at the ground and put my hands in the back pockets of my jeans. “When I was at Susanna’s.”

“Well, I’ll have to let the Errings know about their daughters extracurricular activities.”

“Are you going to tell me who my father is or why you didn’t tell me that my Grandmother is the first witch?”

“Who told you about that?” she asked taking a step closer. It was just one step, but it made the gap between us feel so much smaller. “Tell me who told you?” she raises her voice.

“A girl called Charlotte.” I answer. “She told me at the club last night, and said that the fates put Rowan in your path.”

“Then it’s started.” She whispers. She puts a hand on her stomach and reaches out to grab my hand. “Your eyes, I can’t see did she say something about them?” I nod and gulp.

“And saw them in a mirror, they’re-”

“Purple.”

“How do you know?”

“Your Grandmother said that this might happen.” Mum heads back inside. I follow after a couple of minutes, but she must have gone upstairs because I can’t find her anywhere. I climb the stairs and she puts her head over the banister on the landing as if to check that I’ve followed her.

As I reach her room, she pulls over to the bed and hands me a really old book. “There are six kinds of witch.” She tells me as I open the book. “You fall into the fifth category, those who inherit their powers.” I look at the page that Mum turns to and then at her.

“Then why don’t you have powers?” I ask.

“Because it skips a generation.” I look back down at the book.

“How is Gran still alive if she born in Ancient Greece?” I look at the wall and then at her.

“She’s been touched by the Gods.” Mum puts her arm around my shoulders and I lean my head on hers. “Back then immortality was easily obtained by worshipping Hecate.”

“Charlotte said something about the Children of Hecate. About them being the children of Gods and Mortals but also being touched by magic.”

“That’s because you are.” Mum tells me. At least we’re heading in the right direction, she just admitted that my father is, indeed a God. Now I just need to get her to tell me which one it is.

“So who is my father?” I look back down at the book. It’s probably the wrong way to bring the subject up, but I have to give it a shot. I need to know who he is.

“I can’t tell you.” She says as she retracts her arm and walks towards the window. She looks out at the street, and sighs. “We agreed that you would be safer if you didn’t know.” She turns to look at me. “But now that you know everything else, I need you to promise me that you won’t ask any more questions until your eighteenth birthday.”

She looks at me and I want to argue with her but something in her eyes tells me not to.

I nod and leave the room.

My birthday is the first of November and I’m pretty sure I can wait four months for the final answers. Even if I will be at school. 

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