Angel With A Shotgun

Do you have wings? No.

I handed her the passports. She looked at them closely and motioned forward.

"Clothes?" she asked my dad.

"There will be clothes where they are going."

I looked back at my dad. He walked away and I continued forward. I sat down and placed Bella next to me. She had her eyes opened wide. She looked alarmed.

"Baby, we are on a plane. Don't worry."

She laid her head down on my shoulder. This is going to be a long flight.

Bella's P.O.V.

I was out for what seemed like 3 days. But I was asleep for 20 minutes. I'm on a plane going somewhere. Tony said his dad didn't tell him. I'm scared, but at the same time feeling fine. What is wrong with me?

"Babe, I need to know where I'm going. This is not okay." I said.

You could hear I was mad.

"I would tell you, but my dad didn't tell me. Just trust me."

*4 hours later*

We arrived at our stop. I was in France with Tony. Why am I here?!?

"France?? Ummmm, why?" I asked Tony.

He shrugged and walked down the stairs. There were guys in black and white suits holding signs with people's names on it. And, believe it or not, there was one for us. It had Mr. and Mrs. Perry on it.

Tony's P.O.V.

We aren't married. But we went and walked up to him

."Are you Mr. and Mrs. Perry?" he asked.He was old and looked tired.

"Yes,we are..." Tony said.

"Follow me to the car. I was instructed to take you to Paris." he said.

"By who?" I asked meanly.

"His father." The old man pointed at Tony.

He turned and I gasped. He had no wings. In fact, no one looked like they had them. I grabbed Tony's hand and he looked down at me.

"They don't have wings."

"Baby, don't be scared."

We got into a shiny black limo and drove off. There was a mini fridge and a ash tray. There were buds of cigarettes. I was disgusted. The little tinted window in front of us opened.

"You guys can have or doing anything you want. You must be hungry after that long flight." said the chauffeur.Tony glared at him.

"Why don't you have wings?" Tony asked.

"It's a long story. To make it short, I got them cut off for various reasons."

"I'm so sorry, but may I ask why you got them cut off?" I asked.

Tony's P.O.V.

She knows my dad needs to know or does he already know?

"Troublemaker, deformed wings, and there is a place where nobody has them. So, they cut them off to experiment. I would be careful." he said.

Then the window closed.

"Tony.."Bella said.

"We will be fine. Just make sure you hide your wings. I will protect you."

What have I gotten myself into? It's worth it because I've got Bella, but I have screwed her up. This wasn't supposed to happen. I shook my head and bent over to get a soda. I opened it and was met by soda pouring down the sides, getting all over me and my pants, and some on Bella. She put out her hands and took the soda away.

"Wow. I thought I was messy." She laughed.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." she said.

I leaned over and put her face in between my hands. I kissed her softly. She kissed back. 

All of the sudden the little t.v. turned on. It was showing an American news channel. There was a fire. Two actually, where Bella and I lived. Both of our houses were in ashes. The death toll, 4. I looked at Bella. She had tears streaming down her face. "Babe, I'm so sorry. This has never happened when an angel turns." I said.

"Don't. This is all your fault! My parents are dead because of you."

"Bella, you told me I was worth all this trouble." I said. "You told me in your sleep."

"I did?" she asked.

She probably doesn't remember. We stopped abruptly. The window opened.

"Get out now! Go! Run to this address." the old dude said holding a slip of paper.