Angelic Ella

Ella

Well, it turns out I'm more inspired by this story than I thought. This will probably carry on depending on how bored I am this week.

Well fuck. Happy birthday to me. Wrong. I'm so completely and utterly fucked right now. I can't believe this happened to me. Morning starts like any other, wrapped in my own wings, feeling warm and content, trailed down the stairs and "OH my GOD!" Shouts my whole family in unison. (Including the dogs, by the way. It was mixture of "WORF", "BERK", and "URF")

That was when I realised I was glowing. And I couldn't turn it off. And was getting brighter. This is what death feels like, supplied my mind helpfully. I sprinted back up the stairs, slamming my door shut and pressed my back against it, breathing heavily. Then I felt this weird feeling, like something was being magnetically pulled into my body, and I was being pulled back to it. Then all of the air was dragged out of my lungs and I had to take a deep breath in that seemed to take the whole room with it, and then I fell back against the door.

But I didn't. I was floating. In the air. With my wings. Which were about 10 feet bigger than they were before and very, very real. I slowed down the steady beats until I landed on the floor surprisingly gracefully, and they tucked against my back. The glowing had died down now too.

This was when shit seemed to really kick me in the ass. There was a quiet knock on the door and Carries worried voice came from out side. I turned around and looked at the door, which opened by itself. Because logic.

Carrie looked like someone had hit her over the head with their wing, and somewhere in the distance I wondered when I started saying dumb shit like that. "I can see them." She muttered walking slowly towards me. I automatically tucked my wings closer towards me. She stopped quickly, shook her head, and began shouting at herself.

"How will we hide it? You can't go to school like this! No way!" I just nodded. I was tired again now, and my head was bursting with new information. I turned my head slightly and found that I was unable to move them. From what I could see they were mostly white with a tinge of purple at the tips.

Then, the little bitch burst out laughing. I could have slapped her half way across the world. I felt anger rise in my stomach, and before I knew it there was a loud bang as the light behind me exploded. Carrie shut up quickly.

"Dude, you have powers now." I nodded my head vaguely still staring at the smashed light bulb. What the fuck? I could tell she was still giggling like a prick behind me, but I decided it was time to go and get Mam. I ran down the stairs awkwardly.

There was basically no weight on my back, but when I walked they tried to counterbalance me (Which was annoying as fuck, by the way) and it made stuff like walking a shit ton harder than it used to be. Within seconds I was at the bottom of the stairs, staring at my Mother who was staring at me like she was wondering if someone had put LSD in her drink.

Then I noticed a man behind her. He had a black suit on and looked very strict. I didn't like him one bit. He was a creepy ass bitch, for a start, and for seconds, he didn't seem to give a flying fuck about my wings.

"Ah, Ellael. I thought your Grace would have shown by now."As soon as I heard the word 'Ellael' felt strangely comforted. It was almost like i suddenly knew the guy. A name popped into my head. Michael. I toyed with the idea of saying it, and decided it was worth it.

"Michael?" He smiled, a soft, warm smile. "Yes. You remember. I have a lot to tell you." Damn straight. "Ella? You know him?" Muttered Carrie in my ear. I nodded vaguely, but he just smiled.

Then he started to glow slightly. Just slightly. Then, a pair of fucking huge ass, pure white wings burst out of his back and the family nearly shit themselves again. "I am Michael, the first Archangel, and I'm here to teach you the basics of your powers until Gabriel can teach you the more complex things. I assume Castiel will be with him too."

I tilted my head slightly. If I did that, I could see a small ball of warm light, just above Michaels heart. Gabriel sounded more familiar, though it was probably just all of the shitty school plays the teachers had pulled out of their ass.

"I'll be meeting you tomorrow to talk more." And with that, he disappeared. "Ella. Who the hell was that?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Michael." My Mam glared. "I gathered! How do you know him?"

For a moment, an image flickered into my head. I was sitting on a swing, somewhere cool and bright, and there was a girl, around my age, sitting next to me. Michael was there too, three other boys I didn't know the name of and a girl with thick black hair, around three, hugging Michaels leg.

I stumbled backwards from the sheer force the memory (Maybe) hit me with, and Carrie was beside me immediately, asking if I was ok.

"Yeah, i remember... We were at the park together." The family seemed to think I'd lost my fucking marbles. Honestly, I was starting to believe it too. "I thought i told you not to talk to strangers!"
"It wasn't like that!"
"What else could it be like?" I paused and moment to ponder it. What had it been like?

"It was bright, and warm, and I was with a bunch of other kids too. There was others around the playground, but a few were talking to me. Two girls, three boys and Michael and we were all sitting there-" I cut off mid sentence. Another memory came to mind. This one was just sounds. 'Lucifer, leave her alone!'
'C'mon, Anna. Live a little!'
'I don't think Dad would be happy with you acting like thi-'
'Nah, Luci's right, you lot are too uptight!'
Then I spoke. 'Hey! I'm not uptight!'
'You're one of the few.'
'Stop arguing.'
'Sorry, Zoe.'
I took a deep breath in trying to connect sentences to faces. "Ella?" I blinked, the room coming back into focus.

"Lucifer. One of the kids was called Lucifer. There was Zoe and Anna too.' Mam and Carrie looked seriously worried. "How are you remembering all of this?" Carrie's voice was fearful.

"I don't know. It just feels like everything is suddenly coming back to me, you know?" By the way my Mam and sister were looking at me I'd say they had no fucking clue.

This was so fucked up.

Here I'd been, enjoying my normal life with a pair of invisible, intangible wings chilling on my back and suddenly they were there, and real, and big, and I had memories of people I'd never seen before. I would almost go back to dating Dickhead to just go back to yesterday.

...Almost.