Wingless ~Book Two of Winged~

Wrong

Dominic disappeared back up the stairs and Malachai passed out on the couch after discovering how to use the TV, leaving me alone in the kitchen, staring at the blood stain on the floor. Suddenly someone knocks on the door, making me confused because to my knowledge no one knows that we are here. I snap out of my thoughts and rush to answer the door. I unlock it and open the heavy door. My heart stops, possibly literally, as I stare into Michael's eyes.

"Well, well, well, so the rumors are true. You're supposed to be dead." There's something different about the air around him. I open my mouth to yell for Etheriel, but he quickly puts his finger to his lips.

"Shhh..." He silences me as I am too afraid of what he might do if I don't obey. He holds up his other hand and reveals a syringe filled with a clear substance, but I know it's not water. I back up and he sets a foot inside the door. I turn and run towards where Malachai is sleeping on the couch.

"Etheriel! Help!" I scream out, hoping that they will hear and come down the stairs. I barely get to the couch before Michael grabs my arm and pulls me back. I pull back roughly and slip free while returning to the couch and leaning over barely grazing Malachai's arm before being jerked back again, but the graze was all I needed because Malachai's eyes pop open and he sits up immediately. He doesn't hesitate a moment as he jumps over the back of the couch. Malachai's knife immediately comes out of its spot in his waistband.

"Hmm... Where'd you get this one?" Michael mumbles before stabbing the syringe into my neck. I don't feel its effects immediately so I continue to fight against him as Malachai sizes him up. The effects suddenly hit and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Michael lets go of me allowing me to collapse onto the ground.

"Barzakh..." I say and I see Michael quickly look down at me before up at Malachai. As soon as I hit the ground, Malachai attacks. Michael fights back, barely fending off Malachai's advances and at one point he runs and jumps over the couch while a bright glow starts to surround him. Before Malachai can get to him, the glow becomes blinding, making me look away and when its gone, so is Michael. Footsteps run into the living room and Malachai rushes to my side. I can't move at all and can barely keep my eyes open as he pulls me into his lap and searches for my pulse. Etheriel appears in my darkening vision and drops down beside me, taking me away from Malachai.

"M-Michael..." I barely get out before passing out.

When I open my eyes, I am in my old room and someone is lying next to me. Whatever was in the syringe still has affects on me as I groggily roll over and see Etheriel watching me.

"Hey." He shows a small smile. "How are you feeling?" He questions lightly.

"Heavy... Tired." I reply quietly. He nods.

"Just sleep it off." I can barely nod before passing out again.

I must have been out off and on, but this time I wake up for sure and I notice that I am in a different location. A hotel room. I try to sit up, but there are arms around my waist. I turn expecting Etheriel, but jump when I see Dominic staring at me. I pull away from him and slip out of bed.

"What are you doing here?" I question and he sits up, appraising me.

"Etheriel told me to take you away from the house since Mihael might have tried to come back." He responds and stands up.

"Why were you lying with me? You were being a creep." I run a hand through my hair.

"Ouch..." He pretends to be hurt. "I just couldn't resist. You being all drugged and dazed, mumbling my name, asking me incoherent questions. You couldn't even change your clothes." I narrow my eyes at him and look down at what I am wearing. He changed my clothes.