Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 10- What has to be done

Zara didn't know why, but she was gnawing on her fingernails. She didn't breathe or eat or feel, yet at that moment she felt like she had a stomach and it was upside down. She glanced at Irk, who was staring out the window completely calm. Zara turned back to Cassie, who sat lying on the ground with her eyes glazed over. Zara didn't know if the girl was awake or sleeping, but it wasn't right.

None of this was right.

Zara began to pace. She needed to move right now, to coax the anxiety out of her. She couldn't keep her eyes of Cassie.

She had tried. Irk had been so good though, whispering in Cassie's mind, pulling on the strings of her destiny expertly. There were a few moments when Zara thought she might have been able to convince her to leave, when Jay had grabbed Cassie's wrist. Zara had shoved Irk away, shouting at Cassie to leave. Irk had easily brushed her aside and took control of the girl once again.

And now it had been a week.

They were no longer at Jay's apartment, instead at an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. Dozens of other people sat around in absolute fifth, shooting drugs into their veins and just dying. The house was dark. There was no light except for small burned down candles. All the windows were covered with cloth and woods. There was no lightening. Every surface was covered in a thick layer of grime, but the worst was just the shadows of the place. It was just dark and empty, a place of uncertainty and suffering.

Zara hadn't expected for so many things to happen so fast. Cassie had let Jay drag her out of the city, and now she was here five hours away from her home and so drugged she didn't know her own name. Zara could have sworn this wasn't supposed to happen, yet when she looked in the book it said that this was all a part of her destiny.

Zara knew what the books said. Cassie was meant to do this; she was meant to become a drug addict. It was what needed to happen. It should have been easy to just let it happen for. Zara had thought about this before, about caring for a human charge. She had always expected it to be easy, she was going to obey the council at all costs.

Yet, she was on earth. She was free of their gaze and power. She didn't need to hide and cower anymore. She was allowed to be herself, and she couldn't do this.

Never in a thousand years would she have thought a human could have affected her this much. She didn't think any of the creatures below mattered. Yet, when she saw this girl who just looked so young and sad, she wanted to help her. She wanted to give her the best possible life, to offer her the best possible opportunities.

"I can't do this," Zara announced.

Irk turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "What are you going on about."

"It's wrong," Zara muttered out, wrenching her hands tightly.

"There is no right or wrong, you should know that. There is only what must be done."

Zara eyed the demon, so unsure and conflicted. Everything she'd be taught was wrong. Everything she'd tried to deny had risen to the surface when she'd arrived on earth. She couldn't act like she didn't care or that she didn't feel when in fact she did. She cared so very much about this girl and all the humans.

Fate be damned.

The thought made Zara freeze, waiting for lightening to strike her down or some other extravagant display of power. Yet there was nothing.

Maybe because there was nothing. Maybe it was just the council believing they knew what was best. They were treasonous thoughts, but how could she not have such thoughts after seeing Cassie over this week. She saw that girl, so young and innocent be dragged along. She was drugged and used and abused. Jay didn't care, even as he slept next to her, he still didn't care.

How could an all-knowing being let this happen to such a sweet, innocent thing?

"I can't do this," Zara whispered, finally admitting it.

Irk straightened her spine, staring at Zara. "You're not an angel," the demon whispered.

Zara snapped her eyes up, "Yes I am!" Her wings fluttered at the insult. "I just can't do this. Look at her, look what's happening to her. This is wrong!"

"There. Is. No. Right. Or. Wrong." Irk growled out as she stalked forward. "You don't have any understanding of what you speak. If you disobey destiny, you shatter the human's realm. Everything is interwoven and connected, every action has a consequence. We have no power to change anything. We are meant to guide, and not do what we want."

"What about what they want?"

Irk rolled her eyes. "You are young and stupid. You need to leave, be reassigned or terminated."

Irk turned away and went back to the window. Zara stared at her, an eerie calm setting over her in that instant. Irk was going to report her, it was inevitable. It could not be allowed to happen.

There were bad things in this world. There were bad actions that people committed to others. Yet, sometimes those actions were justified. Sometimes you needed to be the bad guy. Sometimes you needed to hurt some one to help more people.

. Zara knew what had to happen, and she knew she could not hesitate. When she'd seen the knife on the ground in the Watchers headquarters, she didn't know why but she needed to have it. She needed a weapon on her. Now she knew why.

She brushed her robe aside, pulling out the damaged and bent blade. It was still sharp enough. She approached silently, her limbs knowing how to remain quiet but fast. Irk didn't even turn when Zara ran the blade across her throat.

The demon turned; her eyebrows raised at Zara before slowly glancing down. Smoke curled out from her neck and she slowly began to dissolve into nothing.

"Whaa," Irk gurgled, clutching her throat before falling to her knees.

Zara gasped, that feeling of utter calm disappearing in an instant. She glanced at the dagger in her arm and dropped it, staring at her hand in shock. She glanced back at Irk, who still remained on her knees and clutching her throat.

Zara watched as the smoke began to twist and twirl. Her essence was somehow darker than the surrounding area, completely black as it trailed to the floor. The demon looked up at Zara, locking eyes with her. Black veins extended upon her face, her skin slowly flacking into smoke. Irk did not break her gaze. Zara did not turn away, knowing she needed to see what she'd done.

And then the smoke was gone, twirling down below and disappearing.

"It had to be done," Zara whispered, staring at the sleeping Cassie.