This story is rated R. This is an Angelic and GirlxGirl story. There is very intense language and maybe some sex scenes. Intended for mature readers only. Enjoy! They way I feel. The way I am. I am the Nephilim daughter of the Angel of Death. There is no calm for me. No salvation. I'm cursed and damned to walk, half immortal, until They deem fit to cut me loose.

I am trapped by Talia. She forces me to torture people. But I like it. Or do I? No, no I don't. She likes it. Not me, I can't like it.

Poems that express my life

'There. It's done. I can walk away with my pride and the knowledge that after sixteen long years, I've finally gotten laid. (It's a pretty awesome feeling.) Before I go, though, I have to check and make sure that it's Pamela. Because let's face it: A guy has to know who he lost his V-card to. And just assuming that it was Pam isn't going to cut it. So I put the note and pen down and slowly, carefully, creep over to the ball of sheets. I was right to check. There's a tuft of white blonde hair sticking out from the top. Pamela's hair is auburn. The girl's hair is sort of short, I guess, but oh well. I slowly, carefully, lift a sheet, just to catch a glimpse of the person beneath... ...to see a guy. Looking at me calmly.'