Catherine blinked her eyes, and looked around the dimly lit room where she laid. There were curtains covering the windows, a paper thin beam of light barely able to filter through the thick black fabric. She knew then that at least it was daytime. Looking around the room she was in, it did not look much different from the one where her family lived. She wondered what time it was. She wondered where she was.. Was she in the home of her new husband? No, she had run into the forest. She had been lost, she broke her wing. Suddenly remembering this, she looked behind her. Her wings were still out, the one however was bandaged neatly to hold it against her body.
Who had helped me? She wondered. And then she remembered the terrible creature. The one with fangs and claws and the horns. How could she forget those horns, protruding through the woman's forehead. She shuddered at the thought. She looked directly to her left to see the creature she was just thinking about sleeping next to her. Her breath hitched in her throat.
For the first time since she had first laid eyes on her, she looked peaceful. Her tanned eyelids were fluttering slightly, covering her blood red eyes. Her nose twitched, her forehead creased, her brows furrowed. Catherine stumbled out of bed, eager to get away. When she looked down at her clothes, dressing gown she remembered wearing the day before had been replaced with a black shirt and pants. The color itself felt cold and wrong against her skin. She needed to leave, go home to her family, go home to her life. Her eyes darted to the door, which was closed, and when she held a trembling hand to it, she shook her head in dismay when she realized it was locked. She then looked to her only other method of escape: the window. She walked lightly on her tiptoes to the window. She pulled the curtain back, exposing the bright white light of the sun, which bathed her skin She sighed in relief, as she felt the heat pulse through her veins, and like a plant, she soaked in as much of the sunlight as she could. A blood curdling cry was heard, followed by a loud hiss.
"Close those! What the hell!" The demon girl screamed.
To Serena, the sun felt like a thousand needles piercing into every area of flesh that the light touched. The pain was agonizing, and it wasn't until Catherine closed the blinds that she felt any sort of relief.
"Why would you open those?" Serena asked angrily.
Catherine's eyes widened, and she took a step back slowly. "Don't kill me. I'm sorry."
Serena rolled her eyes, "If I was going to kill you, I would have done it already. So knock it off."
Catherine's eyes relaxed, but she kept her distance. "Why haven't you killed me?"
Serena couldn't think of an answer. She hadn't even come to terms with the fact that she hadn't killed her. "Why were you in the woods?"
Catherine shrugged, "I ran away."
"Why? The life of an angel too hard for you?"
"You wouldn't understand," Catherine said as she looked at the ground.
"You're right. I couldn't understand how bad your life is. But you're forgetting that my people have been confined to the darkness because of angels."
Your people didn't deserve the light." Catherine said, her voice strong and confident for the first time speaking to the demon. "Your people kill. You hurt things that don't stand a chance against you. You believe in war instead of peace. Your intentions are not pure."
Serena laughed, a sickeningly deep laugh, "And yours are?" Her voice dripped venom.
Catherine nodded, pointing to the glowing white halo above her head. "Always."
"So what were your oh-so-pure intentions in the woods yesterday?" Serena asked.
Catherine could not lie. "I was supposed to get married."
