The Chosen Hybrid *Heavily Editing*

Chapter 12

Hehe. Because I love all my fans, I'm going to post two chapters ;)

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"Turn left here," I said, pointing to my street ahead.

James nodded, turning left into the street.

"Number six hundred and sixty six,"

"The unlucky number," Eric mused.

"Ironic, huh? I have angel wings and I've got the devils' code for my house,"

"There it is," James thought, nodding at my house.

He parked opposite my house, and I all but ran inside.

Well, that was the plan...

As I started running inside, Eric and James ran in front of me; half way in between the car and my house.

"What?" I thought.

"Wings, Bella," Eric thought quietly, looking around as his wings folded as tight as he could behind his back.

"It's the first rule I told you about when you got here,"

I bit my lip, remembering now.

"Okay, I need my shirt then,"

Eric nodded, walking back to his edited Lamborghini, his wings still tucked behind his back.

James' wings were the same, but they were slightly harder to conceal as they were ebony black.

Eric walked back a few moments later, three shirts in hand.

He have me a sky blue one, James a black one and out in his own dark grey shirt.

"Eric, strap me up," James thought.

I snorted once, then sniffed as I smirked, putting on my own shirt.

Eric read my thoughts and rolled his eyes with a grin.

He walked to James, and strapped his wings to his back securely with the leather straps.

"Bella, you're dirty minded," Eric thought, still grinning like there was no tomorrow.

He froze, halfway in finishing James' straps; his nostrils flaring.

He spun around, going into a protective crouch so fast it was a blur to my eyes. I felt a wave of something go over me.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, both mentally and out loud.

"I heard- How fucking dare-"

Eric bolted at an incredible speed to my front door and pushed I open, growling as he went inside.

I looked at James with frightened eyes.

He was looking around, his eyes flickering to he door, his arms around me protectively. I felt the wave go over me again.

"James?" I asked in a whisper.

"James," I heard Eric's thoughts.

James picked me up bridal style, and ran into he house with his shirt billowing out like a cape behind him.

"What's wrong?" James asked, as he put me down on the floor hesitantly.

I gasped, as I caught sight of my sister lying on the floor, a knife in the side of her chest at an unnatural angle as blood congealed on the stone floor.