Dark Angel (Completed)

We Shall Have Fun Part 1

Picture to the side is Iz’s dress

Iz

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Honestly, I didn't know what the hell is happening to me.

When Jaxson told me what he learned, I snapped.

I asked him about the man that killed my grandma. I told him about what he said and Jaxson looked into it.

The man belongs to an organization... more like an army, that  focuses on me. They want to take me and make me into their weapon. They think of me as a goddess.

Their group is a combination of demons and humans. And they have gotten pretty strong these last few months. They want the rest of the demons and the angels to lose. They want to win so they can rule the world after the war.

It used to be lead by an old man. The old commander was 'naive' and not fierce according to Jaxson. A few months ago he died and a new commander stepped up.

And this one is stronger, smarter, charming, and cunning, according to an anonymous contact.

Jaxson didn't like this news. With a stern expression he explained.

My 'security' would have to be reinforced. I can't go anywhere that will make my security vulnerable. I have to stay safe and secure until I turn eighteen and finally fight in the war.

When he told me that, I didn't know what went through me but I knew if I was going to give my life up to save everything, I was going to enjoy the last days.

I was going to do every single thing I wanted because I would be giving it all up for humans and every creation.

At the moment I was at a club. And yes, I am doing something illegal. But I don't care anymore. I can't find it in myself to care.

I had asked someone to make me a fake ID and they did. My ‘name’ is Angel Marcus. I felt a thrill doing these things.

Before I came here, Raz and Luc tried to stop me. But I made up my mind. I ran away and with my car, I drove to New York.

Those stupid fucktards could go suck a carrot for all I care. I was not going to stop doing this. It felt good. It felt good being free.

I was always trapped. Always had to stay safe and not do anything to put me in danger.

But fuck that. I was having fun. I was tired of playing it ‘safe’. If I was going to sacrifice my entire life than I would have tons of fun before I do.

The alcohol in my system made me feel invincible. Like I could do anything. I could even start flying if I wanted.

Okay, maybe that was a little far fetched and maybe I was a little drunk but I was serious. I would have fun. I needed to have fun before it was over.

I swallowed down the glass of vodka in one go. It burned down my throat. I couldn’t believe I was told to stay away from alcohol. It warms my veins and clears my head of all the doubts and all the problems that have become a part of my life. It makes me feel good and giddy and happy. Something I haven’t felt in a while. I felt confident.

Before I came to the club, I was nervous. Did I look good in my dress? Did I look fat? Was I pretty?

But now, I feel stupid for ever asking myself that. I looked pretty damn good in my dress. I didn’t look fat, I was sexy as hell. I didn’t look pretty.

I was fuvking beautiful.

Every single girl is. No matter their size. It doesn’t matter if they’re addicted to chocolate or cheetos. If they have scars or not. Every girl is damned fucking beautiful. I know that.