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NINETEEN

NINETEEN

Blinking his eyes open to a dimly lit room, he looked at Ashley who lay... asleep or dead? Listening, he could hear no heartbeat or breathing in the room that was warm but not too hot. Damon felt a strange feeling of something gently prodding him mentally. It was easy to ignore, but Damon looked at the wall across from him. The prodding. The walls. Were the walls alive? Damon stopped the stupid thought as soon as it came. Walls were just that, walls. They didn't live. But something wavered over them. Like waves of heat that could sometimes be seen over a radiator when it was warm and the room was cold.

Shuffling around so that he could lift himself up to rest on his forearms, Damon was surprised how heavy he felt, and how much that had actually taken to do. He was panting gently. Looking at Ashley again, something caught the corner of his eye. Feathers? Looking at the arc of feathers that rested over Ashley's legs and lead up to his back, Damon wasn't sure whether he'd really woken. Was he insane or was he really looking at a bunch of white feathers that took form of a wing? Another question was whether or not they were actually connected to him? If it really was a wing that is. Or was someone playing a prank because Ashley had been stabbed by an angel, attaching fake wings to his back? If it was the latter, it wasn't funny.

"Move slowly, Damon."

Jumping at the voices that came from behind him, Damon tried to twist to see who it was... only for his back to scream that he shouldn't be moving.

"Easy," movement sounded in the room. One of the guys who spoke came forward, into his line of sight on his side of the bed.

The guy was massive. And Damon knew that this guy was not someone you'd want to meet in an alley. Empty or not. Pure white hair was brushed back, and the guys eyes were unique, like Red Eye's had been, but where Ravin had albino eyes, this guys eyes were even more different. Completely black eyes with a white pupil. The guy crouched down until he was eye level.

"My name is Spirit," his voice sounded like a thousand voices and yet none. Damon blinked as he realised that this guy was the only guy in the room. And that it had been this one guy, and this one only who'd told him to move slowly.

Spirit. Memory of Ashley showing him the five guys in the elements and Jayden calling them the Brotherhood came to Damon's mind.

"Your a part of the Brotherhood."

The guy bowed slightly. "I am." His eyes flickered. "Would you like to sit?"

Instead of answering, Damon asked his own question. "Are these fake or real?"

"Real. You will have to ask Ashley if you want information on how. None of us know."

"But I'm human, how do I have wings?"

"You must have had a suppressed angel gene in the family, and due to Ashley, it has come out in you."

"So your saying that all my family might be angels?"

Spirit nodded.

"Would I have... grown wings if I hadn't met Ashley?"

"I do not know. I think not."

With a sigh, Damon tried to lift himself. Spirit watched, only helping to direct Damon's new limbs into comfortable positions. Damon huffed a laugh as he wiped the sweat from his face that moving into a sitting position had caused. Was he really that unfit? Damon looked at the wing that Spirit settled on his side before the Brother stepped back. There were several layers. The bottom couple were longer, and stronger looking than the smaller feathers at the top. As Damon stared at them, he felt them. Felt them like you'd feel your foot mentally. And just like you'd move your foot, Damon moved 'his' wing. Damon stared wide eyed as it lifted before shuddering and falling back onto the bed. Damon panted. Moving it had been harder than sitting up. It had a surprising weight to it that told Damon that it wasn't there for decoration. They were there to help him fly. Like a bird.