Finding your destiny (God given destiny #1)

Chapter 3

I leave Killian in the bathroom and go back to my hotelroom. He's made me beyond tired so I forgo a shower and faceplant on the bed. It doesn't take long to fall asleep. It never does. I'm a person who lives during the night and I don't sleep much during the day either. My job doesn't have nine to five hours and hunting is something better done at night. Count the fact Killian wore me out with the mind blowing orgasms he gave me, it only takes a second to fall asleep once I'm down.

The first thing I register when I open my eyes is screaming. So much screaming it's deafening. I look around me and what I see leaves me speechless. Chaos. Everywhere I look is chaos. People are running in every direction but it does them no good. Buildings are collapsing or have already collapsed spreading rubbish everywhere. Fire is all over the place and smoke consumes the air. There's dead people on the streets. Men. Woman. Children. I hear explosions all around me. Close but also somewhere in the distance.

I take a step but hit something with my bare foot. A dead body lays before me but that's not what has me in a panic. I'm not standing on the ground. I'm fucking floating. And glowing? From what I can see from myself my skin has this yellow gold-ish glow around it. I imagine I look like a giant light beacon right now. I have my blade in my hand, used given the blood on it. But I have no memory of using it whatsoever. I have no memory of what the hell is happening here. I don't know where I am. The last thing I remember is going to bed and then nothing. So what the hell is going on?

I walk further down the streets, or float as my feet are not touching the ground. I don't even know how I am doing this. At one point I see my reflection in a window. My eyes. They look creepy as fuck. They're completely white and there are no pupils. Just freaking glowing white eyes. The glow around me seems to come from the bright markings all over me. I'm wearing a floor length white dress with a halter top and a very deep v line. Well, not exactly white anymore because there's blood all over it. I have wounds on many places but strangely they don't hurt. I don't feel them at all. The white dress is torn and bloodied and I hope that is my own blood, but I'm afraid not, looking at my equally bloody blade.

So again, what the hell is going on? I look like a fucking goddess with a thirst for revenge or something. Did I kill these people? Did I destroy this city, whichever city it may be? Am I responsible for this? Have I finally become a real monster? "Maria?" I turn around and come face to face with Killian. Only he doesn't look the same as before. His skin has this grey color and his eyes are completely black which is normal for demons but not the smoke or the fire that surrounds him. He is a demon but what kind of a demon?

He appears to be holding a blade and it looks exactly like mine. Like an exact replica. How? There's blood on his too. His clothes are all ripped and full of dark stains but I know that's blood. He has the same wounds as me but on different places. Our blades? We did that to each other? "What is this?" I ask him desperately. "What's happening?" He's looking me up and down with what seems like wonder and surprise in his eyes. Instead of answering he asks his own question. "What are you?"

"What am I?" I let my eyes travel over myself before doing the same to him. He just looks like pure evil. "What the fuck are you?" I point a finger at his wounds. "Did I do that?" I'm afraid of his answer because I think I know what it will be.

"Yes." 

Okay, that's pretty vague but I guess I have my answer. "And this?" I open my arms indicating everything happening around us. 

"I'm not sure but I think I did." 

That stills me. "I don't understand."

"Yeah, me neither."

"This is your destiny." A man is standing next to us out of nowhere. Not a human, no, he looks exactly like me. The glowing. The markings. The eyes. Only he has wings. Huge big feather-y white wings that are even bigger than he is. 

"What do you mean?" Killian asks. At least he still has the common sense to talk. I'm still in awe of his wings and to be honest a little jealous too. Is that what I would have had if I didn't have those scars? 

"This is your destiny" He says again. "One coin, two different sides. This is the end. This is where it begins. Your paths have changed but the destination still remains the same. You must embrace your destiny."

"Who are you and what do you know about us?"

"I know everything about you, Killian. I know you are your father's son through and through."

"You know who my father is?"

"And you, Maria." This seems to get me out of my trance and I look at his face instead of his wings. "You are much like your father but even more like your mother."

"You know who they are?" I ask with a timid small voice. This is the first time anyone talked about my parents like they know them.

"Face your destiny." He continues. "Embrace yourself and follow the path chosen for you. It will all make sense later."

I don't even get the chance to ask more because suddenly there is a white blinding light that makes me cover my eyes.

I jump up wide awake in bed but fall immediately over and land next to it. It hurts. Everything hurts. Seems the wounds I somehow got in the dream that I didn't feel then have stayed and they do fucking hurt right now. What the fuck? Shit, it hurts. I'm bleeding really bad. I slowly get myself in a sitting position and let my head fall against the bed. Wondering what kind of fucking dream that was. It didn't really seem or feel like a dream, to be honest. A vision? That would be a first. But I don't know what else to call it. I just know it wasn't really a dream.

Memories from my dream or vision or whatever you want to call it assault me. All those people. All those deaths. I can still hear the screaming. I can still see the bodies laying all around me on the ground. The fire. All the chaos. So much chaos and suffering. So much pain. I have to prevent that from happening, if that's possible.

I think back to how Killian looked. I've never seen anyone like him before or never felt anyone like him before. He's obviously a demon but what kind? I think he was responsible for what happened in my vision. He looked pure evil, pure darkness. I knew he wasn't human. I knew he was dangerous and probably evil and I still let him fuck me in a bathroom stall like a dirty slut. And it was the best sex of my life. When I think back of how he felt inside me. How his lips felt on mine. I need to stop thinking about that. God, what is wrong with me.

I always kill the monsters so why didn't I just kill him? Yeah, he's so hot it should be forbidden but still, I knew he was bad news. He is a fucking demon. And me? What am I? I looked like that man from my vision, with the exception of his wings but that's ridiculous because I'm pretty sure he's an angel. Other then all the obvious signs his appearance gave me, he had an angelic aura. Not that I've ever seen one but I'm pretty sure he is. But I can't be an angel, can I? That's crazy for so many reasons. But most off all, why would angels abandon their baby? Aren't they supposed to be the good guys?

I look at my wounds that are still not healing and really hurt, still. You have to put in a lot of effort to hurt me but even then, I always heal in a matter of seconds. A few minutes if I'm more seriously injured. I'm hurt pretty fucking bad right now so I have no idea how long it will take this time.

I somehow get myself back into bed with as less pain as possible. I'm afraid if I'll fall back asleep I will wake up in that vision again but I am too exhausted. I lose the battle to stay awake very quickly and fall into a deep slumber.

When I open my eyes again it's ten in the morning. I don't feel any pain anymore and when I check myself I'm happy to see all the wounds have healed. Like they were never there in the first place. Only they were, I have never felt pain quite like that before. No one ever had a chance to hurt me that bad. I'm going to make sure it stays that way. I don't like feeling weak.

But thank God, I'm as good as new. After stepping out of the shower I dress in a black leather legging with a black crop top, my leather jacket and my boots. I put on some make-up but decide to just put my hair in a messy bun. I take my backpack and my blade and leave the room before getting on my Harley.