Black Wings

Chapter 16

"Please, Rina?"

"I don't know, Rachel. Usually we don't have to worry about other humans on our hunts. There will be a lot of people there, Rach."

"It's a tiny convention. And if we don't go, people are going to get hurt."

"Okay, okay! Just, stop with the puppy eyes. Michael, pack up!"

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As we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, I noticed that there were many cars that looked exactly like Rachel's. Rachel and Michael seemed to notice too, judging by their nervous glances. We were all in the same outfits the day we met. They were our classics and classics weren't made to be messed with. We had caught word of a shapeshifter nearby, and a convention with costumes was the perfect feeding grounds for one.

"So, you ready?" I asked Michael.

He was still rather awkward around humans except for Rachel. But he nodded anyway, so we grabbed our bags and headed inside. The convention was a little large than I was informed. And....odd. A girl walked past with a red wig and the same outfit as me, humming Carry On My Wayward Son. The three of us glanced at each other in confusion. I shrugged and headed towards the front desk. The man looked up and sighed.

"Um, Christina Blake, one room please." I said, sliding my fake id across the counter.

"Young lady, do you know how many 'Cristina Blake's I've seen today. And all of their id's belong to different names. Their real names." The man looked at my id. "Oh, but you seem to be an actual Christina Blake, I apologize."

I shot a confused look to Michael and Rachel as the man booked the room. We dropped our stuff of in the room and went down to scope the convention floor.

"Oh-"

"My-"

"Dad."

"Really!?" I questioned, looking at Michael.

"It just slipped out." Michael said with a shrug.

"I think we have bigger problems guys." Rachel said. "Either somehow a whole lot of people know about monsters, or we just stepped into a monster convention."

As we looked around, there were certainly a lot of 'monsters'. People were in costumes to look like monsters, or apparently....us? A guy walk by and stopped, turning to us. He was dressed up like a vampire.

"Oh no!" He said jokingly. "It's the angels, I better run before they chop off my head! Have fun, guys."

He walked away to join a wendigo. We once again exchanged confused glances. We went further in, shocked by everything we found. Spliting up to cover more ground, I ended up alone. I wiggled through a group of werewolves and demons to get a closer look at a stall. It was merchandise, mainly mugs and shirts with quotes of things we've said or prints of wings.

"Rina!"

I turned to the unfamiliar voice. The kid was probably sixteen or so, shorter than me, black hair, brown eyes, and wearing the same thing as Michael.

"Do I know you?" I questioned.

"It's me, Michael."

"Oh shit, did you have to take another vessel? Was it the shapeshifter? I knew we shouldn't have split up. But how on earth did you let a little shapeshifter get you?"

"Wow."

"What?"

"You're really good at this live action role playing."

"Excuse me?"

"You're role playing Rina from The Angel Gospels, aren't you?"

"The Angel Gospels?"