I sit up, yawning. My nose catches a scent. A weak scent. It has a metallic ring to it. I love the smell. I climb out of bed, following the scent. I close my eyes, focusing on the scent. It leads me to the living room.
Hoodie and Masky are standing there, covered in red. I smile, walking over. The pungent scent is coming from them. I stand in front of them. I smell them, following my nose.
I follow my nose all the way to Hoodie's collarbone. I pull back his hoodie. Under his hoodie, a large wound is there. It is leaking red.
"I... didn't feel that..." Hoodie explains. I press my fingers to it, before pulling them away.
I sit on the ground. Crossing my legs, I look at the red on my fingers. It's sticky and a little thick. It is also very warm. I bring it up to my nose and smell it. It is the source of the scent.
It actually smells delicious. My mouth starts to water. I lick my lips before bringing it up to my mouth. I stick out my tonuge and lick my fingers.
I pause for a second, tasting the red. I put my hand down, before looking up at Hoodie.
"What was that?" I ask. Hoodie looks at me.
"Uhh.. it was blood." He explains. I bring my hand to my face, thinking.
"Did it come from your body?" I ask. He looks at me confused.
"Yah?..." He answers, thoroughly confused.
"Can I... have more?" I ask.
Everyone looks at me in disbelief. I feel someone tap my shoulder. I look over at the person. It's EJ.
"I had a feeling... Do you happen to be a... nephilium?" EJ asks. I blink twice.
"A what?" I ask.
"A bloodthirsty dark angel?" He asks. I look at him, confused.
"Does an angel have wings?" I ask. He nods. "Are they black and do they have feathers?"
"Yes." He answers. I blink twice, unzipping my jacket. I pull off my hoodie and my wings extend out to my side, almost hitting Toby. Toby jumps back in surprise. I smile sheepishly.
"Sorry, they... kind of have a mind of their own." I apologize. Toby looks at them wide eyed.
"Is this what you did when you caught me?" He asks. I nod sheepishly.
"Well... I'm gonna die..." I mutter. Toby looks at me confused. I look around, Jeff stands in front of me.
"H-hi, Jeff..." I stutter. His fists clench and unclench at his sides. He takes a very long deep breath.
"Was it your choice?" He asks. I look up at him.
"Huh?..." I ask, being weary.
"Did you chose to become one or were you born with it?" He asks. I look up at him.
"I was born with it?... This is why I was in the hospital. . . ." I trail off, having a vivid flashback.
I look around, smelling a metallic substance. I follow it downstairs. I find my mom hunched over a grown man, eating his heart. Her black wings are ridged with red.
I gasp, looking at her. She quickly turns to look at me. Blood covers her front half.
"Baby..." She calls. She motions me to come towards her. I walk over to her slowly.
"Yes, Mama?" I ask. She smiles at me, showing her sharp teeth.
"This is what you are... an angel raised by demons." She explains. I nod, wrapping my arms around her in a hug.
I reach over, grabbing a fire poker off the ground. I grip it tightly, tears falling from my eyes. I grip my mother tighter.
"I love you, Mama... Goodbye..." I mutter. I quickly drive the poker through her back.
A black substance starts leaking from her body. Her mouth, her nose, her ears, her eyes, and her wound.
She holds her hand to the poker, that went through her. I clutch her tightly as she dies in my arms.
"I love you, too. My baby..." She mutters before she slumps over me. I lay her down.
I close her eyes. The black substance turns red and her wings disappear.
I hear sirens in the distance. I cry heavily over my mother.
"I told the doctors the truth. I killed Mama and Mama killed the man. Mama had wings and she was black before... red... She.. was. . . red." I explain, slowly. Tears fall down my face. I grab my head. "I killed Mama. I killed Mama. I killed Mama. I killed Mama. I killed Mama. I killed Mama. I killed Mama."
I rock back and forth, completely breaking down.
"She killed him and... I killed my Mama..." I explain to no one. They all watch me break. In a second, a pain tears through my wing.
I snap out of it, lifting my head. I blink twice before my face goes blank.
"Okay.. ow..." I respond. I glare up at Jeff. "What the fuck was that for?"
"It was the only was to shut your fucking sappy yap!" He answers, tearing his knife from my wing.
"MOTHERFUCKER! THAT HURT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I yell. He just laughs. "These things are fucking sensitive!"
Suddenly, a hand starts to brush against my uninjured wing. I start to purr, my wing leaning into the the soft touch. I quickly realize what I was doing.
"H-hey!... C-cut it o-out. . . *Purr*" I purr loudly after protesting. I relax, closing my eyes. "Goddamit, Toby s-s-stop... please. . ."
Toby just laughs. I swing my wing around, hitting him in the head. He falls backwards.
I quickly stand up, bringing my injured one up to me. It's leaking a black substance.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!
(Jeff and EJ now trust you.)
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Fanfiction(Y/N) That was her name. She killed her mother and told a story. She was placed in a mental hospital for her story. They questioned her often to test the truth of her tale, but resulted with the same unbelievable story, over and over again.
