Author's Note: I am American, and so the British terms and such will be limited and probably incorrect (my sincerest apologies). This is AU (as you can see when Jenna is not being the bitch she is in the show…)

Title: Lost in Forever

Short Summary: I never wanted anything to turn out this horrid. Blood everywhere, the one I care about most lying dead on the floor in front of me. But I was not able to prevent any of this from happening. And now I am falling, soon to be hitting the ground with such an impact that I probably will not survive. Perhaps this is what I deserve, though, for murdering everyone in the Kasiva name.

Rating: T, but maybe M for later chapters.

Pairings: Naomi/Emily, Slight Katie/Effy

Genre: Fantasy/Romance

Update Time: Every Monday

Title of Chapter: Flightless Nights and Decaf Coffee

Point of View: Naomi

I was frozen. Every part of my body refused to move despite how much I screamed at them to. My wings went limp; every attempt to make them move only caused me excruciating pain. It was not a surprise, however. I knew well of what the spell cast on me was doing. There was no escape for me this time. My punishment was inevitable, inescapable. I did not even know whether or not I was going to survive the fall. I heard many stories of those that died when they hit the ground. Those stories were not heard as often as those where some of my kind survived, but they sure as hell were more expected.

Out of instinct, my eyes screwed shut once I knew that I would hit the ground in less than a few seconds. And once the inevitable moment came, I screamed out in pain. I hoped that I had not attracted the attention of anyone around. Thankfully, no one was around. That had both been a good and a horrible thing. No one was able to see me falling from the sky; if anyone had, I would have been locked up in lab as one of many experiments. Though, if anyone saw me after I fell, I could have gotten help for the wounds that I knew were going to be there.

Somehow, I was still alive. I did not feel blood staining my clothes like I should have. All I felt was an excruciating amount of pain in my left arm and right leg. As I attempted to move, my leg objected, and I fell right back down. Now on Earth, my wings were able to move, and despite my arm hurting, I was able to lift myself into the air. Another cry of pain escaped my lips as I stumbled through the park I had landed in. Trees posed as obstacles that were extremely difficult to avoid in my state. My head was throbbing with an unbearable headache. The world around me grew fuzzy, and eventually I was forced to surrender myself to a welcoming darkness that engulfed me.

When I woke, sunlight was streaming through the curtains. I was lying on a couch in a living room. There was a bandage wrapped comfortably around my arm, which did not hurt as much as it had the night before. I believed I had only been asleep for a night. If it had been anymore, I probably would not have allowed myself to accept it. I struggled to sit upright, but my head was still pounding. I cursed under my breath as I fell back, a sort of dizziness overcoming me.

Whether it was my imagination or for real, two redheaded girls—looking somewhat identical—walked into the room. One of them scoffed at me, swore at the other girl (who I dared to believe was her sister) and walked back out. The other girl stayed, though, and made her way over to my side. She shook a bottle of pills until two fell out into her hand. On the table behind her was a water bottle which she took and brought to my lips.

"Drink and take the pills. You'll need them," she told me. Although I probably should not have, I did as she said. Drinking felt amazing; I finished the first bottle of water too quickly. The girl had to fetch me more bottles, as I went through them in an instant.

After going through my seventh water bottle, she asked for my name. I lifted my head to look at her, my eyes wide as I tried to form the words. I wasn't sure whether or not to tell her my name, as she could have been working for someone against me. After all, my life was as fucked up as it could get, and at any minute I could have been killed.

"I took care of you. Why can't you tell me your name? My name is Emily. Emily Fitch." She extended her hand, but I was not up for shaking. Hearing her name was enough for me to go mad. And so instead of shaking, I finally sat up, and swung my feet over the side of the couch. "What are you doing? Where are you going? Do you need a ride?" she asked as I stood up. With trembling hands and wobbling legs, I made my way towards the front door.

"Naomi. That is my name," I stated before opening the door. I stumbled out, tripping over myself and landing on my stomach. Emily ran over to me and helped me up, holding onto me and helping to support me. I pushed away from her and made my way down the stairs and to the sidewalk. She ran after me, but I picked up my pace.

"At least tell me how you have wings!" she called after me. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to face her. Without expecting me to stop abruptly, she slammed into my back. "What?"

"You…can see…my wings?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. She nodded slowly, a confused expression sprawled over her face as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for my wings.

"What are you…?"

"I am an Angel, believe it or not. An Anatari, to be exact. And you, Emily Fitch, are not as human as you may believe."