Twenty-Five
Jade was only slightly tipsy when it happened. She should have been expecting it. She was finally having fun, after all. When Jade came off the dance floor shortly after nine o'clock, a hand gripped her forearm.
Whirling around, Jade ripped her arm out of the strangers grasp, but when she focused on him, a gasp escaped her lips. There on his back was a pair of silvery, ghost-like wings.
From seemingly nowhere, the angel pulled out a spirit blade, which glowed silver. Jade acted quickly, her leg snapping upward to kick the blade out if the angel's hand. For a moment he was startled, but he quickly recovered and swung a fist at Jade.
Throwing her arm in front of her, Jade blocked the hit, but she could feel the bruise on her arm beginning to form. She sprang a punch, quick as lightening, at the angel's nose, breaking it with a satisfying crunch.
Then she ran. She realised that her choice of shoes was perfect and she decided that if she ever took the risk of enjoyment again, she wouldn't be wearing a skirt. Jade made it to the parking lot before she felt something metallic wrap around her throat from behind, pulling her backwards.
She managed to pry the platinum whip from her neck and stared at the angel who was hell-bent on killing her. Taking a deep breath, Jade steadied her stance and raised her clenched fists.
When the angel flew at her, she was ready. Grabbing the angel's hand, she twisted it sideways and kicked the man in the side. He grunted and took a moment to steady his footing. When he attempted to break Jade's knee, she dodged and tripped him up. Standing above the angel lying on the ground, Jade felt no remorse or guilt when she kicked his face with such force, she could hear the snapping of his neck.
With that, Jade retrieved the whip from the ground, entered the car and drove home.
~*~
Jade was sitting in her bath, her mind replaying the events of the evening past over and again. Her black hair was tied in a knot at the back of her head and she was leaning over the edge of the bath, breathing the steam and hoping to clear her thoughts.
She'd assumed that she would feel nothing but hatred towards the angels, but the face of the man she had taken the life of swam in her vision, constantly taunting her.
Only once the water had turned ice cold did Jade dry off, get dressed and crawl into bed. Lying under the covers, curled in a ball, Jade allowed herself to feel the Darkness and self-hate that had been waiting on the edge of her heart since she killed that man.
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