Death Has Wings

Biscuits And Secrets

~Alexandria's point of view~

"Can't I see him?" I pleaded.

"No. You must stay away from him." He had his back to me. I wormed my way to face him.

"Why not?"

"Angels and demons don't mix, Alexandria. I learnt that the hard way." He looked at the floor and sighed. "Don't go near him. He's not what you think he is. He isn't kind, he isn't caring and he most certainly is not yours." He looked back up at me, eyes filled with stone-cold hatred. It was normal for him. I growled and turned away, tears pricking my eyes. How could dad do this to me? He loved me. He was my dad. He had to let me do what I wanted. I turned back round to face him, sniffing back tears.

"You never want me to be happy! You always hold be back from every boyfriend I've had! It's like you want me to be alone, just like you!" I didn't regret a single screamed word. Dad's face seemed to fill with utter rage.

"Of course I want you to be happy, you're my daughter. I don't hold you back, I protect you." He got as close to my face as he could and practically spat out his next words. "And don't you ever speak to me like that again or you're going straight back to Hell." I knew it wasn't an empty threat. I bit my lip and turned away, walking towards The Fracture. I sighed and went through, coming out on the other side without my wings. I knew where I had to go. I had to show Clark what I really was before he lost interest in me.

*****

It was five in the morning on a Tuesday and standing outside Clark's house, waiting for someone to open the door, felt like an eternity. I looked around, making sure that my car was still there. I hated driving, but sometimes it was quicker than walking. I crossed my arms over my chest. How long does it take to open a door? I sighed as I grew really impatient.

The door opened to reveal Clark. He had a sheepish smile on his face. I felt ready to slap him. I walked past him and into the living room. The place was a mess. I turned to him, jaw clenched, giving him the 'seriously' look. I hated mess. Clark shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

"Clark? What're you doing?" Someone shouted from the kitchen. Clark leaned out of the room.

"I have a friend over." He leaned back in, a grin on his face. I walked up to him, smiling back.

"Who's that?"

"My father."

"Oh..." I couldn't help but be disappointed. Clark had found his real dad. I didn't even know if mine was human.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs." He winked and laughed. I shook my head and giggled. It was moments like this that I didn't want to end. We ran upstairs and into Clark's room, shutting the door behind us. I glanced at his bed. Food. Lots of it. My stomach growled loud enough so that Clark heard it. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hungry much?" He went to his bed and cleared a space. "Help yourself." I thanked him and sat on the bed next to him. He grabbed a packet of biscuits and opened them.

"So, why did you come here?" He asked, offering me a biscuit. I took one to please my begging stomach.

"I...um...wanted to show you something..." I pulled my legs up onto the bed and crossed them. Clark nodded, staring at his wall, as if in a trance. "It's a secret...a pretty big one...so don't tell anyone, okay?" I started to blush.

"Of course." Clark turned to me, his eyes studying me up and down, paying extra attention to the most important areas...to a guy at least. I didn't mind. I was used to getting looked at. I took a deep breath then prepared to show Clark something that not even my real parents knew about.