The Hybrid

Wings

I woke up in my bed with a major pain in my stomach. Sitting next to the bed, asleep, with his hand on mine, was Gabriel. James lay at the end, by my covered feet.

I sat up slowly, not wanting to disturb the boys. Gabriel opened his eyes and glanced at me. I froze. Damn, those eyes could melt ice.

He sat up. "How do you feel?" Worry covered his glorious face.

"I feel... not great, but not horrible." I shrugged my shoulders.

He grinned." That means?"

"I feel fine." I looked at our hands and felt the heat creep to my cheeks. I used my free hand to brush my red hair back.  I looked at James, who had woken up. He stared at me with relief clear on his face.

He padded across the bed and lay on me. A spasm must have shot through me  because he jumped off the bed. Gabriel looked at him and said, "Inform them that she's awake."

He nodded and bounded out of the room.

I rubbed my stomach and it growled in response. Gabriel looked at me like he knew I was hungry.

"I'll get you something." He looked at the door. "I'll send the two girls in so they can tell you what had happened after you screamed the last time."

I nodded and he smirked. "You look cute when you blush, by the way."

"You purposely trying to make me blush." I said, knowing my face was the same shade as my hair now. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned towards me. If I wasn't sitting down right now, I would have fallen to the ground. In surprise.

"Why would I do that, beautiful?" He smirked, knowingly and walked out the door. He had a fine ass.

I pulled the blanket off of me and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I was still wearing the same clothes. I stared at my stomach and saw that the cut was gone. For that I was glad.

I walked over my closet. I pulled out a tank top and a pair of skinny jeans. The tank top was a forest green and the jeans were black. I pulled them on and picked up a pair of high-heeled white boots. I walked to the bathroom where I gasped at my reflection. My skin had a slight glow to it. My hair had a tousled look only models could perfect and my eyes. God, my eyes looked like a new color of blue. They looked so... icy. It looked as if I could freeze anything in my path.

I tore my gaze from the mirror and I pulled on the boots. They fit perfectly.

I walked out and glanced at the bed. The two girls were playing patty cake, chanting in some language I didn't recognize. I watched them and by the time they had finished their eyes were glowing.

"Um... hi." I said. They smiled and nodded at me.

"I'm Margi. This is my sister, Clary." Margi had the black hair and pure blue eyes.

Clary smiled at me. She had her platinum hair in a braid. She stared at me with her demonic eyes and I shivered.

"What happened after I blacked out?"

Margi asked, "Can I play with your hair while we tell you?"

I shrugged. "Sure." I sat in front of her and she gently started pulling at the tangles. "Alright. Start."

"Do the marks on your arms ever sting?" Clary moved to sit in front of me.

"Kinda. Only if I'm in extreme pain."

"The marks on your arms are neither demon nor angels. But a mix of both." Margi said.

I smiled. "And that means?"

"We don't know." They said at the same time.

They bounced off of the bed and ran out of the door. I jumped up and followed them out of the house.

"What are you two doing?" I yelled at them.

"Catch us if you can!" They took to the air and flew in circles above me like vultures.

"Think of flying and some wings should appear if you have angelic parents." Gabriel stood next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder. I glanced at the girls and back at him.

"Here goes nothing." I muttered. Gabriel backed up and looked inside. The Fates came out with James following behind them.

"You can do it, luv." Destiny encouraged me. I smiled at him.

I stepped away from them. Wings, wings, wings, wings, I thought. I focused on what they would look like while staring up at the girls. I felt my skin move and I felt the feathers against my back. I imagined them stretching out and I saw them.

Silver feathers with black tips. They were large enough to wrap around me.

I smiled at Gabriel and hugged him. I let go and bounced around looking at my wings. I took to the air.

I flew right past the girls, up to the clouds. I hovered over them before wrapping my wings around myself and free-falling. I fell about a hundred or so feet before I spread them and soared across the water. I saw everyone by the house gawking at how I could fly really well.

My eyes met Gabriel's and I winked at him. His wings came out and he came after me. I shrieked flying further and further towards the sea. I glanced back and hovered over the water.

"Where did he go?" I muttered. I heard him laugh and I looked up. He rammed into me, sending us both spiraling into the water. I took a breath.

We hit the water. Gabriel had his arms wrapped around me when we came to the surface. I gasped for breath and he chuckled.

"Not funny. This water is freezing." I put in a fake shiver.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes..." He put a finger to my lips cutting me off. I glared at him but didn't say another word.

He leaned in close, only inches away from my lips. "You're just saying it's cold because you didn't want to go for a swim with me." He whispered,, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Huh..." I muttered, uninterested in what he had to say. I was only focused on if he would kiss me or not.

He spoke again. "You have beautiful wings, and you use them very well, for someone who has never used a pair before." He glanced at my lips and smirked.

"Thanks."  I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "We should... uh... probably get out of the water."

"Why? I like it." He protested. "It's nice."

I knew he wouldn't stop talking so I did something drastic.

God, I can't believe I kissed him.

And I can't believe he kissed back.