"Stop her!" yelled someone from behind me.

I was running away from demon hunters and scientists. The hunters wanted to kill me, and the scientists wanted to experiment on me. I wasn't exactly human. I wasn't exactly a demon either.

"Kill her, men!" yelled another voice close behind.

"No! She's rare, just capture her!" yelled the first voice.

I didn't look back. I was running for my life, and I knew I couldn't fly through the thick forest they had chased me into. I was doomed if I couldn't find a way out of there.

I felt a knife slice the back of my leg, but I didn't stop running. I hurt a lot; it must have been an anti demon blade. I would have to survive for now though. I wasn't going to let those men experiment on me, dead or alive.

I made it out of the forest and into London. I could've flown away, but there were way too many people. I would've gotten caught.

I kept running down the streets, hoping they would lose me in the crowd. It would be hard to hide from them though, with the blood dripping from my leg.

I heard them asking for me, but they were farther off then before. I slowed to a jog so I could try to catch my breath. I looked behind me to see them searching for me frantically. I laughed a little at the sight of them losing me, their rare specimen.

They call me rare because I'm the daughter of a demon and a fallen angel. It's not every day you see someone like me wandering the streets. That's why most of the time I stay hidden.

I heard the men calling to the others. They'd spotted me. I picked up the pace, but didn't pour on the speed. I was surrounded by humans, after all.

I wasn't running for a full minute before the pain in my leg was too much to handle. I fell to the ground, slamming my head on the concrete sidewalk. I tried to lift my head, but it hurt too badly for anything. This is it, I thought, I'm done for.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the blade that I was expecting to plunge into my back, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw a man lying on the ground a few feet away, not breathing.

Sitting up, I looked around to see if anyone else was around. I noticed the rest of the men looking at me with a horrified expression. A couple of them passed out, the rest ran away screaming. I looked behind me, but no one was there.

They hadn't run from me. They would've stayed to kill or capture me, no matter what I did. So why did they run?

I stood and limped into an empty alley. I was about to spread my wings when I heard something move.

I turned fast. "Who's there?"

I saw a cat jump out from behind a dumpster. That was supposed to be the bait. I was supposed to think that the noise was just the cat, then they would jump out and grab me when I least expected it. I limped out of the alley.

I managed to limp to the forest without being followed. I found a small creek and dipped my black sock into the cool water. I took it out of the water and placed it on the cut in my leg, which was deeper than I'd thought.

It hurt like crazy, but I bit my lower lip to keep from making any unnecessary noise. I finished washing the cut, then took my other sock and tied it around my leg like a bandage. I was pretty sure I was going to make it.

Once I was absolutely positive I was the only one around, I unfurled my wings. They needed a good stretch after not using them all day.

My right wing was pretty much the most angelic thing about me. It was whiter than snow and gorgeous. My left wing was solid black, helping the scientists know that I was no ordinary angel. They don't know I'm half demon, just that I'm not one hundred percent angel.

I folded my wings back into place and started to walk deeper into the woods. I found a tall tree and climbed to the top. I was going to stay there all night, watching for the hunters. They knew I lived in this particular forest, and I wasn't switching forests just yet. That was the only one near London, and I was looking for someone near that city to help me.

I was searching for my father, Sebastian Michaelis.