finding your LIGHT

Chapter 6

  I gasped, backing up against the backboard of the bed. I was still too weak to fight.I'll even admit that. I couldn't even get a spark to come from my hands. I closed my eyes, bracing myself against the pain I knew was coming.  But it didn't come. I opened my eyes to find them staring at me like I was either a science project or crazy. They looked at each other and then back at me.

   Then Cy asked, "You don't really think your own kind is going to hurt you, do you?"

  "M-my own kind?" I stuttered. "B-but I'm not a vampire." Now I was sure that look was for 'She's crazy.' "Don't believe me, huh?" I said, some of my confidence returning. Or at least enough for me to stop stuttering. I leaned forward and heard the soft ripping of fabric as I let my wings spread. They both gasped, and Cy covered his mouth with his hand.

  "What?" I asked, about to turn around. My wings did feel bigger, and were obviously not resting against my back like normal. I wonder if they're broken... The father reached his hand out, lightly touching my arm, as if to get me to not turn around. His touch wasn't like I had thought it would be like. It wasn't cold and hard like the other's, but warm and friendly. One way or another, it still made me shiver.

  "Don't," He said. I looked up at him, questioning. He pulled back his arm and opened his mouth, but Cy answered first.

  "What are you?"  I looked up at  him, now my turn to look at HIM like HE was crazy.

  "I already showed you, I'm am angel." They looked over at each other again. "O.K, what's wrong?" Now there was worry on my voice I was sure they could sense.

  "What exactly happened before we found you?" The dad asked. My body went numb, a burning pain seeping deep into my chest. I shook my head. "Come on, it's the only way we can figure this out."

  "I'd like to know what were figuring out." There was venom in my voice, determined to put off talking about... whenever that happened. How long had it been?

  "Two weeks." Cy said. I glared at him and shut down my thoughts from viewers. He sighed and looked at his dad. He nodded. "Turn around."

  I did, but ever so slowly, afraid of what I would find behind me. And when I did, I wished I never had. Maybe kept it a secret from myself forever. Even that was better than what I saw. My wings were spread out, and a lot longer than I had remembered. They had to be at least seven to eight feet. And they weren't smoothed down on me, but ruffled, looking like that intestinally messy style. But that wasn't the worst part, the one that stood out the most. And you would think it was the biggest part too if your wings had been an astonishing white and were now pitch black.

  "Check your wings and gums in a few hours"  The vampire's words echoed in my head. Then something in me clicked. There had been stories about a vampire hell bent on making the perfect combination of vampire and angel. All of his failed attempts had made mutants that had destroyed towns, cities, and countries. I remembered the detailed descriptions of the putrid odors coming from their mangled bodies, and their squished and morphed faces. Oh jeez. That could have been me or Amy. But then something else in me clicked. What I had drank... What had slid from my gums...

  My hand shot to my mouth, and sure enough, I felt two razor sharp points that at my feint touch split my finer open. I wanted to scream, but couldn't. As soon as I drew my hand back and looked at it, it had healed. I hadn't even felt a small stab of pain. Great. Another freaky new thing about me. Before it would have taken at least thirty seconds to heal two small cuts.

  "What..." I whispered. I wanted to die.

  The father looked like he was trying to figure out how to word what he was trying to say. "Well, we could give you a place to stay, you know, give you a chance to accept whatever has happened and get you into something that isn't blood-soaked."

  Cy smiled. "Yeah, and then maybe after your training, we could adopt you." His father nudged him. "What? I said AFTER training."

  He looked from his son to my hopeful eyes and back, and then said, "As long as you don't turn out to be a danger, and anyone of your knew friends parents doesn't want to take you in, then I'll think about it."

  I grinned, grateful, but then I got confused. "Training? New friends? I only had two real friends... Oh my God, Jack!"

  "Who's Jack?" The dad asked.

  "My boyfriend. His horse spooked when..." I cut myself off, trying to not to ever think about that those two again. With epic failure.

  They both nodded, understanding. "So, you don't want to talk about what happened yet." Cy said more as a statement, but I answered anyway.

  "Not really." I replied. "So, you don't know where he is?"

  "No, sorry. But if he's a lost or killed child, he'll appear on the news with that girl who was with you." Said the dad.

  I closed my eyes, realizing my wish to not think about Amy wasn't going to come true. I heard a light slapping sound, and then opened my eyes. "He didn't mean the last part," Cy practically growled, glaring at his dad.

  I didn't reply and looked away. One of them sighed. "So, do you want to take a shower while I go get you girl cloths?" The dad asked me.

  Again, I looked back at them. "Anything black you have would be fine." I said.

  Cy smiled. "According to what you wear, my cloths would be good, but I still think dad should get some for just for you. And makeup too."

  I looked at him, REALLY looked at him, and stopped thinking they were just blood-sucking monsters. Because, technically, I was now too. But he was wearing all black, black cloths, black mascara, black eyeliner. He seriously looked like Jack.

  I shook that thought out of my head, and in came another. "How old are both of you?" I asked.

  The dad smiled, showing off a perfect set of straight white teeth. I respected him for not flashing his fangs at me. Good, that meant he knew that no matter what kind of a freak I was now, he knew I wasn't a threat. I just wish I could get MY fangs back into MY gums. But I did the best I could do and shrunk my wings into my back.

  "Four hundred eighty two." The dad answered.  I couldn't help it when my mouth dropped open.

  "And I'm fifteen." The son said. Closing my mouth, I cocked my head, then righted it. I still didn't fully trust either of them. "How old are you."

  "Fifteen." I replied, grinning. Cy chuckled.

  "Guess we have a lot in common."

  I shrugged. "Guess so."

  "Oh, and always be alert for slayers."  The dad added. Wait, what?

   Oh yeah. Now I remembered. I was a half blood. And half of me was vampire. That meant I was open to slayers. "Great." I mumbled out loud.

  "O.K, I'm going to go out while it's still dark." The dad said, staring out the window. It was pitch black. When he held out his hand to me, I flinched. Night. That meant he had killed someone. And in the freaky way vampires do.

  His whole face softened, and in his eyes lurked guilt. Whoops. How many times was I going to keep my thoughts unguarded? He gave me a weak smile. "That was a long time ago... and I'm not proud of it." He moved his son closer to him. " But I made sure Cyrus here had a much better up-bringing."

  Now I was the one to give a small smile, remembering how my parents had told me about dark angels and how they had bragged to each other when Amy wasn't around about how good I was. Psyche. I couldn't even keep my family together. They both looked at me, sad and helpless looks on their faces for me. Yeah. I had kind of given up on keeping my thoughts secure by now. I looked away. The dad smiled and held out his hand again. I took it.

  "Call me Michel."

  Sorry there was a lot of dialogue, but the only way I thought to explain everything. And the update was late because my friend was over and then I had horse-back riding, and then I had homework.  And I don't know if I spelt the word at the end wrong, but how you sound it out is si-ke. Ugh. Well, anyway, I hope you liked it! Don't forget to vote and comment!!!