F A L L E N (a novel)

C H A P T E R 1

I HAVE AN INTRODUCTION NOW, INTRODUCTIONS ARE COOL

As we've established in the preface to this epic tale, Angels are major douche bags. We also established that I can be highly insufferable and I don't exactly like humans- Understandable, seeing that all those that I've had to interact with were bigger douche bags than those I left behind in the Big Guy Upstairs' Epic Palace of the Good.

You've already heard of my epic deportation from said Palace of the Good, leaving me almost completely flightless. Well that would be an overstatement, I managed not to crash into the Chrysler building on my way down. (If we're being realistic, I had the smoothest landing of any cast-out Hybrid in history.) This was managed only with the much-needed help of my best friend, the asshole half-fairy who I love more than my "family". Thanks to her, I manage to maintain a mostly normal life as a college student in glorious New York City, in the also-named-New-York State.

College student also means catcalls, wolf whistles and getting randomly groped- all things I've gotten used to as a member of the unfortunate gender humans identify as female (unfortunate because of all the biological complications that are included in the amazing gift pack I was given called "Being Female: The Struggle") It doesn't get any better than the life of a poor, innocent Hybrid living in a world of assholes who think themselves to be gods.

So, back to the important part. My asshole half-fairy best friend, Emma, looks like your average fairy, with the cute, fluffy blonde hair she cuts to her shoulders and the adorable fairy features you just can't help but want to pinch her cheeks. Which I don't recommend, she'll kick ass when she needs to. SHE'S EVIL, I TELL YOU! EEEVVVVIIILLLL!!!!!

Anyway, I'm just a normal half-angel-half-blank who spends her time listening to records dubbed as Satan's music and studying for finals. I like some human boys (Uh have you SEEN Jensen Ackles? That man is the DEFINITION of beauty), and pizza, and that wonderful thing they created... The Netflix? Yeah Netflix, that's it. It's a beautiful thing. Also the other things they made... the Spotify? That thing is "bae".

Returning to my point before I get distracted again, today is my anniversary. My anniversary of poking a hole in the Ozone layer to be exact. Today also became my birthday, so my Face-thing was spammed with happy birthday posts, all of which I replied to with half-hearted thank you's. All of these were consequences of having my birthday visible on my profile.

Today everything seemed darker, almost, more sinister. The day started with my normal flight around the city getting interrupted. How, you ask? I GOT SHOT. And not just once, either. THIRTY-NINE TIMES. I counted. And not one of them hit me where it mattered. They. Hit. My. Wings. I dropped out of the sky and made an actual hole in the crust of the earth, this time destroying every single bone in my entire body.

Now this would have been totally okay any other day, but on? Today was the day I was weakest and turning me into Swiss cheese didn't really make my day all that much better. Since today was when I was at my weakest meant healing any time soon was next to impossible.

Unless, of course, I find myself some form of boyfriend who was the same as me (which is mostly impossible cause I was one of the six Hybrids still alive and kicking on this measly excuse of a planet. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut there happens to be an exception to that rule- if I get my hands on a Fallen of my own mix in good or mint condition we both heal at an alarming rate. Too bad that's nearly impossible, we Fallen are rare and by rare I mean I'm pretty sure I'm the one of my kind on this continent.

Hybrids come in mixes. I hit this green rock because a) I'm a dangerous mix and b) I'm an unidentified mix. Point A means I'm chaotic neutral and I don't follow rules like a good little brainwashed minion. Point B means they have no clue what makes me tick.

Think of it this way: Biracial people have parents of different races. Hybrids are the exact same, except with other species.

If you were a common Hybrid, you'd be half human and half something else, usually Fairy/Human or Wolf/Human. If you were an uncommon Hybrid, you'd probably be a Vampire/Human, Angel/Human or Demon/Human. If you were RARE, you'd have to be something almost impossible, like Wolf/Vampire or Fairy/Vampire. According to everything I know, there is only one impossible match: Angel/Demon.

As a child I was taught that two ends of one spectrum will never meet, and that the Angelic and the Demonic would never have offspring because it just isn't right. The teachers said that it wasn't possible to love a Demon because they were just TOO bad and that Demons would find it impossible to love an Angel because Angels were TOO good.

Returning to the story, I've reached the same consistency of Swiss cheese, I'm in pain and had I not broken every single bone that allowed me mobility (and the ability to talk), I would have given whoever shot me down a piece of my mind.

Since I was in pieces, Emma had to masquerade as me and get me out of my classes. Thankfully, she mastered the doctor handwriting and managed to fake a note detailing my fantastic "car accident" and my incredible "chemically induced coma".

She wasn't exactly lying about the coma. I was drifting through the space-time vortex and reality because I was in too much pain to stay coherent for more than 15 seconds. Remember all those times you got so sick that you couldn't stay awake? Try multiplying that by a thousand and then adding unbelievable amounts of pain everywhere.