SUPERNATURAL BEGINNINGS [On Hold]

Chapter twelve - Angels

*Myka's POV*

“What the hell happened!?” Tyler yelled as we burst through the giant wooden double doors into the same lounge room as before. Inside everyone was sitting comfortably on couches and recliners. There was also a stunningly beautiful woman sitting gracefully in one of the recliners. She had bright gold hair in lots of long luscious ringlets and was wearing a very elaborate golden gown like the ones worn at formal balls.

“Who’s she?” I asked when it appeared nobody was going to say anything.

“I’m Zaira Cassell, Archangel and Zack’s girlfriend.” She intorduced herself.

“Ex-girlfriend.” Zack corrected.

“Okay... so why was there all this gold flashy light stuff and why is she dressed in that?” I asked indicating the dress with a hand sweep.

“Turn on your True Sight and see for yourself. Of corse it’ll be much easier if your hand isn’t being squeezed to death by a demon.” Gale said stiffly. Quickly I pulled my hand from Tyler’s as he smirked at Gale.

“What’s wrong, loup garou? Scared she might choose me over you?” He sneered.

“Enough!” I exclaimed in a voice I hardly recognised as my own. “Just give me a minute so I know what’s going on, please.” I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. When I opened them again, I could tell from some of the intakes of breath around the room that the True Sight was on. I only got a quick look before blinding light covered my vision but I saw a pair of giant, gold and white sparkling wings spouting from Zaira’s back.

“Ah!” I screamed as I covered my eyes with my arm and sank down to the floor. Tyler quickly caught me before I could touch the floor though.

“Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off!” I screamed practically clawing at my eyes before Tyler caught my wrists in his.

“Myka what’s wrong!?” He shouted.

“It hurts! It hurts so bad. And I feel-” I passed out before I could finish the sentence.

The burning pain. Again. And again. And again. And again. It burns. I can’t feel anything anymore. I’m all numb but I can still feel the searing hot burns of the lashes on my skin. It makes no sense. None of this makes any sense. Why me? What did I ever do?

“Take it! I don’t care just take it! Take it and kill me already.” I begged.

“Trust me when I say this,” he began.

“Trust you? As if I could ever trust you!” I spat out.

“Shut up!” He shouted and flicked the whip at me again making me scream and cry out.

“As I was saying, I would gladly drink you dry if I could. But I can’t. All because of those stupid lover boys you have. So I’ll just have to torture you instead until they show up. Which may be a while.” He sneered and flicked his wrist again. I screamed. It was all I could do. Scream and cry and hope. Scream from the torture. Cry from the pain. Hope that soon, Gale, Tyler, anyone  would find me. Hope that soon, I would be safe. I would be free. I would be anywhere but here, feeling as if I’m dying on the inside but being forced to keep living on the outside...

“Myka?” Someone above me said.

“Gale?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Right here.” He replied squeezing my hand.

“What about Tyler? And Marcus and Tresean?” I asked keeping my eyes shut.

“Here.” Tyler called and squeezed my other hand.