• “Where is he, Elivira?” Demands the Conner, federal court handler.

    “Can’t tell you that” I say with a cocky grin.

    “God dammit, Eli, just tell him” Begs Tyler, or should I say David?

    “You guys are going to kill him” I lose the smile now, “And I love him”

    “Bullshit, he brainwashed you” Conner exclaims, slamming his fist down, “Tell me something”

    I sigh, and put down my coffee before settling to get comfortable, “I will tell you how it all started”

    "Well it starts when I had brought out my wings, two years ago…”

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    I breathed in deeply, my foot dug into the gravel as the pain started. Clenching my fists, I willed myself to not fall on my knees as my back constricted. Bones started to burn my upper back and I bit my lip. It was always a painful process, I heard one of my bones slam into another and I let out a small whimper as they came out. My shirt ripped and I tore the rest of it off, my breasts nude for the open air. White feather brushed my back as one of them came out, whistling in the wind. I pushed harder and I felt the other one pop out, cracking and stretching. I stood straight, shaking my head a little as my white wings stretched far. I rolled my shoulders and tested my wings, ignoring the slight pain of them not being out for months at a time. I looked at them and sighed, they were getting darker. As a child, they were pure white, then, last year, they started to turn black at the base.

    My name is Elivira Winters. And I am a Light. Well, half. My father is Dark and my mother is Light. Connected like no other, before my mother was torn away in a deadly battle against each other. Dark had fought with Light. My father was defending Dark, because he was First in Command to Lucifer, the King of Darkness. I shudder at the thought of him. My mother was protecting Light, and she was killed by my father’s brother, Lucian. My father soon returned to Dark, leaving me alone on the side of the road, to be picked up in and tossed into an Orphan home.

    The nun there instantly taught me to hide my wings; the first time putting them back was the worst pain for a 4 year old. But taking them out on accident at 5 was pretty much 10x worse. My mother, returned to the Light and cannot come to earth, but sometimes, I feel her warm hand, she clutched mine when my wings came out. Intricate and beautiful, I used to love my wings, and thought society would be ready to accept.

    I was wrong. I was cast out as the news flooded my orphan home with questions. Everyone was afraid of me, and since I came out with it, others revealed there wings. Light tried to console the humans, to show them no fear was to be done, but Dark terrified them.

    Everyone saw the black wings as though they were the Light ones. But no, Light was cast aside for the more striking Dark. I was on the streets and my wings were picked and pulled on. I used to go months without pulling them at age 7. The nun who took care of me died when I was 6 and the other nuns were too afraid to keep me. For they knew I was not only Light. But also Dark, I was torn inside. Now, ten years later, I was standing on the tall building of New York, cold whipping my wings harshly, taking a few feathers that would grow back. I smiled darkly at the tiny people and the honking cars. The aroma of New York was so human and Demon it disgusted me. But the blood, I felt my eyes turn red.

    Humans were really dim witted. Vampires? HA, don’t make me laugh. Sure they were gorgeous but Angels were way prettier. There technically is no such things called ‘vampires’, but hey, when you get caught eating someone and they make you seem like a sparkling idiot who is fascinated by the human nature then go for it. Make my day. But vampires are not here to find love, in fact, it’s impossible. Vampires were demons. Demons that are granted to roam the earth to destruct. They were beautiful in human terms, to lure in humans seductively, and had charm. They didn’t just do a dainty bite and suck blood, no; they bite everywhere, inside of the leg, the main artery in the neck, the wrist and the breast. They usually hide their marks and enchant the defenseless human into wanting to see them again.
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    That is it! If you want more, tell me smile