Prophet's Call

One

I didn't think Taliah would actually believe me, but she did and now I feel like the weight on shoulders is heavier than ever. Taliah is on my silky black bed, holding the Prophecy in her hands, watching the scene of me hurting my soulmate over and over again. Over and over again, a dark figure was pinned to my bed, clearing enjoying himself, until he saw my eyes grow purple with hunger and desire. That's when the Prophecy went black and replayed the scene again from a different perspective.

"So, what are you gonna do Loren?" Taliah finally says after a long, awkward silence. The dark purple crystal ball, now on my bedspread, dimmed and I place it in my old shirt and back into my closet. I thought telling my birth mother about this would make this so much easier, but now I only realize it only made this worse, Taliah now realizes what a mistake it was to fall in love with a vampire.

When my mother fell pregnant, my father, who was a full bred vampire, ran away for what Taliah says "my own good". I call it freaken cowardness. He KNEW that a half dark angel-half vampire would be a disaster, that his own daughter would be some stupid breed that would either be worshipped or destroyed. He obviously didn't want either of those things. Looking at Taliah now, all concealed, black wings hidden under a sweater, she is as beautiful as any dark angel.

"So, do you know who your soulmate is? All Supernaturals have one, I even have one, somewhere" Taliah sighs, she never found her soulmate. She never will, as she is now under the extreme eye of the Guardian Angels and when you are under the protection of them, they will make every decision for you. I shrug. There are loads of males in Riverland and I know that 70 percent of them are NOT Supernaturals. Maybe my soulmate is human? Gods, the idea of it is crazy! I know of three Supernatural boys in our town. Christopher is a demi-merman (his mum is a mermaid and I don't even wanna know how they made Chris), Jose the full bred Werewolf that tried to attack me last summer and then there's Joshua, the hunky Demi-God, son of Hades. He is so full of himself, even his own father is put to shame. But none of them are my soulmates, mainly because I hate them all. Then again, there are loads of other Supernaturals I don't know about.

"Tali, I don't want this Prophecy ruining my life!" I cry, anger rising in my throat. Taliah, obviously as upset as I am, takes my hand and looks me dead in the eye, "Loren. You are a mixture of one of the strongest Supernaturals on earth and the most determined. If anyone can get through this, it is you" I sigh and thank Taliah.

I have never called Taliah "mom" before. To be honest, she never was much of a mom to me. She gave me up to human parents when I was six years old and when I was 15, she came back for me. She said that now I was about to become an adult Supernatural, I needed guidance. Her giving me to humans was for 'my benefit' (that phrase again! Aargh!) so I could have a normal childhood. HA! What bullshit was that!? I would never be a 'normal child'. Girls my age enjoy shopping and partying and posting attractive selfies of themselves on Snapchat and Instagram while I have always enjoyed darkness and art. One of the Supernatural girl, Vanessa (a Light Angel) would always tell me to "lighten up" and "stop being so moody".
Well, that what I will always be. My mixed genes have made puberty my worst years. When a vampire hits puberty, they don't get periods but they have to feed off blood instead. And for a Dark Angel, they couldn't stand blood. Well, that lead to me craving blood every month then getting sick after every neighborhood cat I ate. Not to mention my moodiness going off the charts. I smirk at the thoughts. Taliah wanted me to be normal as a teenager, now here I am, 19 years old and panicking over a love that I don't even have yet.

"Loren," Taliah begins, but then shakes her head and stand up. I smile weakly and watch as she walks out of my room, her wings poking out of her shirt ever so slightly.

Closing my door, I take off my shirt and stare at my half-naked body, revealing my own small wings. They are a dark ruby red blending into a black. I stare at my body, pale grey skin, the colour of the clouds, purple eyes that flicker like fairy light, my top teeth pointing downwards in that vampire way. I always hated them. Everytime a human spies them, they freak out and run. That's why I often keep my mouth closed. I look at my skinny body, my ribs poking out every so slightly, my small breasts that don't even have a proper bra size, my bony shoulders... no meat on me. The human girls at school always say that I have anorexia. But little do they know that most human food makes me throw up, poisons me or just is plain disgusting. 

I didn't realize I was crying until I felt wetness on my cheeks. This is the fourth time I have cried in the 19 years I have been alive. 
'Stop crying you STUPID girl!' I tell myself 'you are not a pathetic human!'

And with that, I went to bed, dreaming of the one that I will fall in love with. Then destroy...