Darkened Angel {Goddess Class Creation: Book Two}

Darkened Angel- Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five



    I had been working in the beautiful light of the mid-morning sun just sketching away with no real purpose. I felt almost possessed with how many pages I went through in my new sketchbook Darius picked up for me while Angel Kat took me flying around the city. It felt so nice to actually fly for some time.

    I can’t believe it’s been four days since we were at the nightclub and everything that happened there. In that time Keith has come around and Peter was beyond happy when he saw how I looked at Darius and how he looked at me. Peter was instantly on the ‘YES’ train like Darien and Angel Kat. Peter was the one to persuade Keith to open his eyes and see how we were together.

    Keith and Peter even took us out to celebrate. Darius look uncomfortable being around to gay guys, but felt good because he had his arm around my waist the whole time. We went to a restaurant and saw an action movie. Darius and I both insisted on it which made us laugh because that was something else we had in common.

    Also in that time I have been taking naps in the afternoon to talk to Targ. We were really getting to know each other and he started to feel like my older brother. We talked about all sorts of things. Though I kept us off of topics I really didn’t feel comfortable discussing with any man. All in all, I was feeling really connected to Targ. I hope everyone else was as nice as he was.

    Darius was in his office right now sending some documents his boss needed to prove that I was indeed Patience changed. There were surveillance cameras that showed the accident and others showing different stages of my change. I wasn’t told what it was for. Mark may have something to do with it. The club incident must have really gotten to him if he was still making a fuss.

    I never knew how possessive and determined Mark could be to get his way. He seemed to be acting like a spoiled brat who just got his favorite toy taken away. I never realized he could be like that till now. Especially after it leaked that I was a creation and he was so determined to have a beautiful creation for his own. To him I was still his and should be fully his again. Just another object he could own and display for all to see.

    Darius was true to his word as he had set up a one week vacation somewhere he was keeping secret. He had the tickets given to Darien who had them somewhere. It was all a top secret vacation. I didn’t mind at all. I like the secrecy part of the plan. The mystery and anticipation of what he had in mind.

    I finished my last drawing and decided to go back inside. Though it was still beautiful out, my stomach was telling me other things. Hunger always ruins the artist’s creative flow all the time. I gathered my things into my small pouch and put it on my closed sketchbook. I rose from the balcony chair and opened the french door. I took one last long look at the beautiful morning before going inside.

    A cool breeze brushed past me as the door opened and it felt wonderful. Just think. I could fly on that breeze from this high up from the street. To fly... To soar weaving in and out of the building with ease is truly a gift. But to come back and know someone who cares for you is here was more than a gift, its a blessing. My heart tightens at the very thought. The very blissful thought of Darius. Darius watching and smiling at me while I fly and have fun. If he would let me, I would fly with him holding onto me.

    I got one foot in when something wrapped around me. Something tight and restricting. I got out the beginning of a scream before something wrapped around my mouth. Silencing me. The slap/thud of my sketchbook echoed in my ears as I fell to the ground. I thrashed and pulled against the binding when I felt the ground move with the pounding of feet.

    “Hey Pashe. You ready for...” I heard the thrust of air. “What the... Noo... Patience...ah-h...” I was hoisted up and I saw Darius laying on the ground with an arm stretched out to me and a tranquilizer dart stuck in his neck. A tear fell as his eyes closed and his whole body relaxed. He was out so quickly.

    I struggled as creations pulled me away from Darius and to the railing of the balcony. The sounds of jets caught my ears but I just kept my eyes on Darius. My heart was breaking right now. My heart was ripping from my chest as if crows were trying to devour me starting there. Tears ran down my cheek feeling absolutely powerless at the moment. They were kidnapping me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

    Soon something was latched around me and then I was pulled to stand right on the railing with others holding me. My eyes never left Darius as I sobbed feeling like I was never going to see him again. Though the sight blurred from my tears, I could still make out Darius on the floor. I wanted nothing more than to run to him and touch him. To kiss him with everything I had like every night.

    Something caught a tether line that was attached to me and the two on either side of me were being yanked with me off the railing. The wind wiped my face as I was ripped from my home. The place I belong. The place my heart remained. My cheeks froze because of my tears that never seised. The warmth and beauty of the day was gone. My soul was turning icy the farther I was taken away.

    Moments later I was dragged inside the belly of a plane. “Well done boys!” I closed my eyes as a new wave of tears fell at the sound of Dr. Whitberg’s voice. “Now lets get a quick look at your sister.” I felt my chin starting to be turned, but I shifted quickly away. “In time you will see that this was for the best.”

    What? Ripping me from my heart? Thats supposed to be for the best! How? I was finally happy and starting to find my own flow to my life. A way that I didn’t have before. Now this man has taken that away from me. FOR THE BEST?!?!? How I want to stuff those words down his throat. How would he know what was best for me? He doesn’t even know me.

    Now anger and sadness ran hand in hand throughout my veins. My skin boiled with my rage. How dare he! My Darius lying there seeing me bound and gagged on the floor as he was forced to sleep. Forced to not be able to do a damn thing to help me. Not being able to save me.

    I tried to curl up into a ball the best I could in my restraints. I didn’t look at anyone. I didn’t want them to see me. I wanted them to be tortured in seeing me in pain. That would be the last thing they wanted if they did think of me as their sister.

    “Father? I don’t know about this. She looks like she is in so much pain.”

    “Give her time. She’s just in shock from the retrieval. We’ll wait till the compound and get her to her room before we unbind her.”