Amelie
The sand is cold and damp as I walk barefoot across an unknown beach. It reminds me of a beach back home, where the water was warm and the sand wasn't the normal colour, but a pale blue instead. The water was filled with little aqua faeries who'd tickle your toes, making you jump and laugh. It was always happy there, and everyone was welcome. We can never go back to that beach, or home for that matter.
Water rushes over my feet. It's cold, but it makes no difference. The only thing that's covering me is a dainty white dress that flutters in the cool breeze, my wings are closed in and they itch to be free. I hate having my wings drawn into my body, it makes me feel like a prisoner. Well, we technically are here. I could let them out. No one is around... It's dark, and all of the humans will be asleep. Who comes to the beach at night?
A figure is stood on the rocks fifty yards away, holding a piece of wood with a glowing fire at the end. I recognise the figure immediately and rush towards him with a smile gracing my mouth.
Aaron turns to look at me, and waves. His face is illuminated by the torch. He looks beautiful. But as I near him, his face begins to change. His long, floppy hair grows shorter and his body turns more muscular and masculine. Aaron has gorgeous eyes, but they are no longer the beautiful mix of green/blue as they were before. They're blood red and glowing. The creature grins, and I gasp at the pointy teeth that reflect the light of the fire.
I stop dead in my tracks and stare up at the thing with no small amount of shock. "Aaron?" I cry out.
The creature that replaced my sweet Aaron chuckles darkly and jumps down from the rock. "Try again, sweetheart," it says, smirking.
My heart starts beating rapidly in my chest and I roll my shoulders, trying to rouse my wings out. But they feel stuck, like they've been taped to my body. Little pinpricks of pain appear in my shoulders that soon spread all around my body. I let out a scream of pain and sink to my knees. My head snaps up when I hear the creature laughing at me. "A-are you doing this to me?" I ask, my voice full of agony.
"Of course I am, stupid child. And you've only just scraped the surface of what I can do to you." It surges forward, directly at me, teeth bared and eyes glowing even brighter than before.
I let out a bloodcurdling scream and then everything goes white.
"Lie? Lie!"
My eyes flutter open. The reflection of the moonlight on the crashing waves is so beautiful, I wish I could take a picture. And then Aaron comes into my sight, a concerned expression on his face. I jerk up and push him away from me, making him fall onto his back. "Get away from me!" I yell, standing up. "What are you?!"
"Lie? It's me - Aaron," he says, standing up cautiously. He brushes the sand off of himself and steps towards me.
I take a step back. "Leave me alone! What are you and what have you done with Aaron?!" I demand.
"I was up on the rock, waiting for you like I said I would. And then I heard you scream. I turned around and you were on your knees in agonising pain, and I rushed down here but you passed out. You gave me such a shock!"
My head is spinning with confusion. "So... you're you?"
He lets out a shaky laugh. "Of course I am. Lie, what did you see?" He steps closer to me, and this time I stand still. His hands rest on my shoulders. "You're cold," he murmurs.
"Angel don't get cold," I whisper back with a weak smile.
Aaron tucks a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "What did you see?" he asks seriously.
"A man - a thing. He did something... I couldn't let my wings free, then he gave me pain all over my body and ran at me. His eyes were red, Aaron. I've never seen anything so terrifying in my life." I choke up and hide my face into Aaron's chest.
His arms wrap around me and rub my back soothingly. "Let them free now, Lie. It'll make you feel better."
I nod and pull away from him. Taking a few steps back, I take a deep breath and slowly begin to let my wings unfurl. They gleam beautifully in the moonlight and stretch out to their full length. I let out the breath I was holding and smile at Aaron, who steps towards me.
"May I touch them? I've never touched an angel's wings before. For obvious reasons."
I chuckle and nod my head.
He grins and reaches out, slowly running his hand along the top of my right wing. I've touched my wings before, and know how velvety soft they feel. His hand slides along to my shoulder and then rests on the side of my neck. "They're beautiful." He leans forward and softly brushes his lips against mine. His lips are as soft as my wings.
I pull away when I get a funny feeling. It's like a severe migrane had just randomly come on inside my head, except this is no headache. When an angel's wings get hurt, cut or damaged in any way the angel gets an excruciating pain in their head. I've only ever felt it once before but the pain is something I can never forget. It's like someone using a blunt knife to cut through your head and then using a fork to dig their way through.
My head turns to my right wing and I gasp at the sight. A small stain of red is there. An angel's blood isn't red, it's gold. But the red begins to bleed across my wing, seeping through all the layers of feathers. I snap my head to the left to see the same thing happening to the left one. The pain in my head turns worse. And it's not just my head that's hurting, my wings feel like they're on fire.
"Correction," Aaron says, "they were beautiful." He grins and the same jagged teeth from before are visable.
I try to scream in pain but nothing comes out. My wings are dripping blood onto the sand, staining it bright red. I reach out to touch my wing, to see if this is just a dream, but something worse happens. My wings actually catch fire, and begin to blaze brightly. The pain from before is nothing compared to it now. Despite my wings being on fire, I manage to rise off the ground. But the fire is burning away my wings and I soon land back on the sand with a thud.
Aaron pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and gestures to my burning wings. "Got a light?" He laughs at his own joke and lights his supernatural cigarette on my wing. When I don't reply, he tags a drag and leans forward so that his face is inches away from mine. He blows the smoke into my face and says, "Sweet dreams."
*
I open my eyes and jolt up with a scream. It takes me a moment to notice my surroundings. I'm in my bedroom, in my bed. I take a moment to control my heavy breathing before sighing in relief. It was only a dream. I'm covered in sweat and feel disgusting so I stand up and walk into my en-suit. It's day time, judging by the glaring sun streaming through the window. That dream was so vivid, it almost felt real.
There's one way to check if it was real or not. I concentrate on my breathing as I try to unfurl my wings. But nothing happens. I close my eyes and try harder. Nothing. My heart rate picks up and I can feel the panic rising inside me. It wasn't real, it wasn't real. But the sinking feeling in my gut tells me that it was. I tear off my shirt and drop it on the floor. Shirts can sometimes get in the way of wings. I try again, but no wings appear.
"Is this a bad time?"
I look over my shoulder at Zane, who has a concerned expression on his face. "I don't know what's real anymore."
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Fin.
A/N: Whooooaaaaa dark chappie right here!! So, what's this thing then? Is it Aaron? And was the dream an actual dream, or was it real???
Ooh drama.
Thanks for reading!!
- Amelia:-) xo
