Colors of Angels

16. Backgrounds

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Arabella's Point of View
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"What is your name?" I ask as the door closes. 

"Ty," He says. The name fits perfectly, of course. I turn and lock the door before turning to look more closely at the boy in front of me. I pull Drew's sweater off over my head and watch his face for a reaction as I do so. As I look at him his eyes are locked onto mine. He doesn't even glance at the wings spreading behind me. 

Wow, the boy can at least control himself, more than I could say for most guys nowadays. I feel that pull in my gut again and quickly break my eyes away from his. I walk past him to the counter and slide up onto it, positioning myself between two of the four sinks. 

"Tell me about yourself." I more demand than ask. "and I already know that all of you are like us so no point in lying." I add onto the end, almost like an afterthought. He lets out a sigh and I see him shift uncomfortably on his feet. Is he nervous?  I wonder. Guys as gorgeous as him never seem to be this.....this what is a word, I don't know, I guess "not arrogant" is the only way to say it. He walks over and sits on the counter on the other side of the sink to my left. 

"Okay, so you obviously met Cristine already." He says looking at  me. I nod in confirmation. His voice is deep and kinda rough sounding, it really is easy to listen to. "Well she's the real boss around here, not Rob, our Dad," He says with a small chuckle. It's really cute actually. "Anyways, she found Daimon, Kara and I left in front of the building one morning, I was only a couple weeks old, Kara was 2 and Daimon was 6. She took us in. All three of us knew about her and Rob and their powers and whatnot. They never hid it from us, though they don't tell anyone else. If they have any family, I've never met them. Daimon remembers his parents a tiny bit, some odd memories here and there, Kara and I can't remember anything before here, but they have always told us the truth of where we were from, or not from I should say." He pauses, maybe he's trying to remember something, maybe not I don't know, but I watch his face as he takes a deep breath. I think he's wanted to tell someone this for a long time, but never could, till now. Till me. oh s*** I can't have feelings for this boy. I like Drew. Ya definitely like Drew.  I think as the feeling of that kiss rushes into my mind. 

"When Daimon got wings he was 15, he's Earth Gifted. Cristine and Rob were both surprised that he was Gifted. When Kara got her wings she was also 15, but Air Gifted. They thought maybe we were all placed there because they were like us and could help us. When I turned 15, and then 16, we thought I must just not have them, maybe it wasn't on purpose. Anyways, a month after I turned 17 I was home and helping Cristine in the kitchen when pain exploded through my back and about two minutes later, whoola" he says gesturing his hands as if he just did a magic trick "I had wings, Gold wings. Cristine and Rob had never been around my kind of Gift before so I mostly had to figure out the whole unique powers thing." He says looking over at me for the first time since he started talking. I realize he doesn't know that him and I are a super rare kind of us. "It's been 10 months now, and I think I've got it mostly figured out. You obviously don't" He says, raising an eyebrow at me. 

"So your almost 18?" I ask, avoiding the knowledge of powers topic for now.

"Ya," he says. "I can help you figure things out if you want." He says turning the topic right back to what I was trying to avoid. I sigh inwardly and look over at him locking eyes.......again. 

"I know you're curious" I hear echo in my head, uggg that's so creepy how I can hear his voice in my head. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Am I?" I direct towards him, I know he hears it because a smile spreads across his face.

"Okay, even if you're not," he says. Allowed this time. "It's your turn to tell me your story." I look away from him and sigh. This is sooo complicated.

"So my story literally started last night," I say. Earning a shocked expression. "I got my wings last night, sometime around 6 p.m. I was at a party, Drew had found me, apparently, he'd been sent to be there when I got my wings. I was like you, later than the others, grows a lot faster, well you know." I say throwing a pointed look at his wings. "Anyways, he took me to this building they call a Sanctuary, it's a part of the Guardians, I don't know a whole lot but whatever. Do you know about the Guardians and Rebels and Whatnot?" I ask him.

"Yes, we do, but we are a part of neither, The Rebels are bad, want to take apart anything ever built for good. We would be a part of the Guardians, but Cristine and Rob seem to both have something between them and the group, I think it has to do with the war. They say they just wanna stay out of politics that have anything to do with magic." He says. I look at him as he talks, and I don't know why, but I know I can trust him. I feel it, similar to the feeling that led me to Falah, and that told me these people were like me. 

"okay, anyways, Drew is taking me there, but when we get there the building has been burned down. We found Falah in the rubble, she was dying, almost dead." My voice breaks when I think about how she looked when I found her. "I healed her," I say, my voice has gotten quiet and I clear my throat so I can talk louder. "I passed out from it, though. We went to Drew's house and I took a shower and we talked a little bit, then we went to bed, planning to go to the council in the morning, it was like 2ish in the morning by now I guess. As soon as I fell asleep I woke up. Except I was in someone else's body, one of Drew and Falaha's friends. I talked to the leader guy, the one who was in charge of their part of the Guardians......." I tell him my story, glancing at him to see his reaction to my dad and other details. Why do I trust him? How do I trust him?  I ask myself as I finish talking and feel nothing but relief that there is someone else like me. 

"Damn, one day here and your life is crazy." He says. He is pacing, he has been since I started telling him about the dream/body jump thing. I watch him as he moves, so naturally. He starts to say something when there is a knock on the door.