A/N: Yahoo! Angle's Bite, pairing Iggy x Fang. A special holiday in which an Angel chooses a person on which they give their mark onto a person that interests them. When the person wakes up, and if they are so lucky, they go to a city where they meet certain challenges in order to get to the one who bit them. Iggy and Nudge are given the challenge. What awaits them on their journey?
luna-music inc , co-writer to 'An Angels Bite'
Pairings: Iggy x Fang; side pairing: Nudge x Max
Chapter 1- Anniversary
An Angels Bite
August 8, 2000.
My grandmother sat on an old, king sized bed, staring intently at a story book , flipping through the pages carefully; the aged paper making soft shifting noises as she touched each one individually. Her blind eyes traced undiscerning across each dot, her voice carrying just barely over the wind outside. I sat on her left, watching and listening to what she read. "My Angel Bite".
"A sense taken; given back.
A love that transcends time.
A kiss as soft as silk.
A bite of endearment.
A piece of you taken to the grave.
Lips untainted.
These are what I require.
If for an Angel's Bite."
"Granny," I called out. She smiled lightly, closing the old diary slowly.
"Yes dear?"
She guided my body closer to her, until my head was laying on her lap. I took in a deep breath, letting it out.
"Have you ever had an 'Angel's bite' before?"
Her fingers glided through my hair, slightly massaging my scalp.
"I have,"
"Really?" I lifted my head up a little, shifting my weight on the other side to peer at her. Although she was unable to see, I always had a feeling that she always looked me in the eyes.
"What was it like?"
A look of pain flashed in those bright orbs for a second, but dispersed just as quickly as it appeared.
"Honestly..." she twisted a curl of her hair. "It was, at the very least, magical."
I listened with great interest.
"I was sixteen at the time. Not much was going well in my life, but I was the hit of the town," wrinkles formed in her eyes, her grin growing bigger by the second.
"He was a radiant being; his beauty bewitching to even me. I was so attracted to him. He was the one who had given me an 'Angel's bite'...but I wasn't able to return it." The smile faded, her eyes grew dim, and the look on her face shown with great sadness. My heart wrenched.
"Granny, what happened? How do you return a bite?"
She looked down at me once again, pulling me closer once again, leafing her smooth, aged fingers through my hair again.
"Hun. You have to find that out by yourself."
Her eyes darkened again, color drifting to her pale blue eyes, turning them into a dark brown. It was a brilliant sight. I was mesmerized.
"Iggy...I-I..." her hand reached down to my face. "You...I can see you." Sudden sleepiness overtook me.
"Granny, I feel sleepy...what's going on?"
"Igg...gy..." I was swept away. A bright green light blazed. Then, I was out.
-3-
I woke up. But, there was something off. I could feel my eyes fluttering, knew that I was looking at something. Despite this, it was still dark. So dark. I touched my eye. I felt pain, but it was distant. I touched the wall, sweeping to find the light switch. It turned on, but I was still in darkness. What happened? Why couldn't I see? One explanation; I can't see. My sight...is gone.
August 8, 2011
That dream again.
I yawned sleepily, stretching under the covers. Lifting myself to an upright position, I looked around me. I always forgot that I wasn't able to see. Hoping that it was all a dream that I lost my sight. Even after eleven years, I still look around, eyes open but seeing nothing. I sighed in defeat, finally limping out of the bed in the direction of the bathroom. I found the door with ease, turning it so I could enter to take a quick shower.
"Iggy! Breakfast!"
My previous drowsiness now a distant feeling.
"On my way!" I shouted back, twisting nub on high.
I began to peel off my clothes, making sure that the latch was locked. I could hear someone running up the stairs and opening the door to my room.
"Iggy? Hurry up!"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm taking a shower! Go tell mom," I said through the door.
The door shook violently, my step-sister trying to get her way in.
"No way! You can shower later, Ig. Hurry up or else I'll eat your share."
I turned on the radio next to the sink, turning it up as far as it could go to ignore her voice. After I couldn't hear her anymore, I made my way into the shower stall, greeted by scolding hot water. I flinched a little, reaching out to turn the dial more to the left.
After the water had simmered down, I reached out for the shampoo bottle, splashing a decent amount on my scalp and began rubbing. I could sense bubbles dancing around my face.
"Ouch!" Even though I can't see, it still hurts to get suds in your eyes. I reached out from the shower, swinging around for a towel to dry my eyes.
After my grandmother passed away eleven years ago, and my sight declined, I ended up being adopted by Nudge's family, a long time friend of the family. Her mother greeted me with open arms; being more of a real mother than my birth mom. So, I call her Mom. Nudge has been everything and a sister to me; if it weren't for them both, I wouldn't be able to go on through life with my current position.
A softer rapping on the door caught my attention.
"Hun; are you alright in there?" Mom called to me. I turned towards the door.
"Yeah. I'm OK. I'll be done in just a sec." I turned off the water. The smell of shampoo still lingered. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
I unlocked the door to find a breakfast spread sitting on my bed; Nudge and Mom accompanying either parts of the room. They both grinned at me. Or, at least, it felt like it.
"Is there anything you want to do today, Iggy?"
"Yeah. Anything you wanna do? I thought that we could go to the mall, or a bookstore...oh! Scratch those other thoughts. There's this really cool department store with the cutest guy behind the counter. Ooh! He's so hot! And...blah blah blah –"
She continued to drone on and on about boys and how great they were. Mom laughed a little at her rambling.
Lifting my hands to my ears, I climbed on top of the bed, putting one hand over the girls mouth.
"That's enough Nudge. We'll go see the cute guy later, alright? Right now, let's eat. I'm strarvin'!"
Mom put out both of our plates. Each filled to the top with bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, and fruit. A jug of orange juice was placed in my hands. I smiled thankfully.
"Thank you mom. This is great." Nudge called across from me.
Mom patted both our hands, clutching mine softer. With my other senses heightened, even touching became extremely sensitive.
I hungrily wolfed down the meal, stealing a few pieces of bacon from Nudge when she wasn't looking. "Hey! Give that back," she lunged at me when she saw me touching her food. We both landed on the floor. Mom chuckled.
"Careful." She walked off the bed, the empty platters in both her arms.
"Oh, let me help you with that." I grabbed both the dishes, Nudge snatching one from my hand.
"Iggy," Mom said. I looked in her direction; not entirely sure if I was actually looking at her.
"Yes?"
"I was thinking about visiting Grandma's grave. Would you like to come along; both of you?"
I let my head drop, slightly turning to the side.
Nudge beamed. "I would love to. Both of us," she wrapped her free arm around me.
Granny...
I looked up from the ground.
"S-sure. That sounds nice."
"But first," she added. We set the dishes down on the kitchen counter.
"We have to go see that cute boy, right?"
"I'm going to look for some new shirts," Mom stated, heading in the opposite direction of Nudge and I. She disappeared around the corner. Nudge grabbed onto my wrist, leading me towards, what I suspected to be, a perfume store.
"Uh. I'm going to sit outside, alright?" I asked, pointing at my nose so she got the point.
"Oh, OK." she guided me to a bench. "Want anything?" she asked.
I shook my head, no. "I'm good." I answered.
She took off towards the store. I sighed, shifting through a book bag that I brought along.
I pulled out the first book that hit my hand.
Pulling it out, touching the front. I frowned a bit. I tried to mimic my grandmother's touch; the way that she carefully brushed her fingers across each page, tactically reading each passage with ease and feeling. I sat against the bench, reading each passage. A few times I had to stop. Without really meaning to, I drew attention to myself. Girls would crowd around me; swarming it seemed, like a pack of gnats that moved into a group. I put on the best smile I could muster; though it all seemed in vain.
Mom
Oh Iggy. You are too sweet. I stared at the boy; silently smiling to myself at how girls' would naturally congregate to him. His smile was sweet, but obviously fake to those that have been around him long enough to realize. I glanced around me. Although Iggy was blind, he could tell if Nudge or I were close. I made a dash for a store next to the one Nudge had entered a few minutes ago. Insider there were crystals, necklaces, bracelets, earrings; all that a woman would desire. It was Iggy's grandmother's death anniversary. Though he didn't show it, there were signs that it was bothering him. Normally, he wouldn't put up such a front to smile if he was truly alright. He wouldn't listen to Nudge's dribble. It worried me a little.
I peered out from the corner, looking for the boy. More girls, some with boys even, began to charge him.
"Iggy," I called out to him.
He looked up in my direction; making contact with my eyes. Those eyes. Though blind, he still looks into everyone's eyes.
"Come here. I have something to show you."
He stood almost instantly, causing some of the people that were closer to him to tumble backwards. He muttered a small apology; his face a bright shade of red.
When he got in touching distance, I grabbed hold of his hand, making sure not to grip too hard.
"I found something I think you would like," I told him, pulling him closer to a stand with necklaces.
Original P.O.V.
I could tell that Mom was watching me. She was most likely laughing at how the girls were attacking me left and right. I was relieved when she called me. One of the females started to grab me. It was painful to say the least.
"Excuse me," I muttered, nearly running to get away quickly.
"Bye Iggy!" they called after me. I blushed a little.
'You saved me' I wanted to say, before I felt a small tug on my hand. I followed her inside. The smell of jewelry.
"I found something I think you would like," Mom whispered to me, pulling something off the rack. She put it into my hands.
It was small. There were different pieces to it; something long and round, small, and two studs.
Necklace, bracelet, and earrings?
"What are they for?" I asked.
She pushed my hands toward the center of the items. Something pointed at the ends.
"Wings," she told me.
I rubbed it against my face. A sepia picture. It was white. Angel wings. The earrings; a stunning silver. The bracelet, gray. Feathers.
"Well?" she asked.
I nodded.
"It's...perfect. Thank you." I hugged her gently. Warmth permeated from her.
Someone pressed up against me; grasping tightly.
"Why wasn't I in on the group hug?" Nudge protested loudly.
Mom shushed her, messing her hair. "Because you're so loud, that's why," I answered. She smacked the back of my head. I laughed. Once that day; I sincerely laughed. Out of joy, not spite.
The cemetery was cold. No; that wasn't the word for this feeling. Pain. Distress. Fear.
These emotions emitted from every corner. I shuttered; getting closer to Nudge for warmth. She was shorter than me by a long shot; but there was heat. Life heat...
"Wow Iggy; you're cold," Mom draped a long jacket over my trembling body. Nudge leafed through her jacket to fish out another pair of gloves.
They made their way past tombstones, touching some that they knew. When they finally arrived at the desired location, Iggy was near tears.
Granny...
Nudge rubbed my back soothingly; Mom cradling my head on her shoulder. I let out a silent sob, dreading the day.
Why did I even come today? Why did I have to? Would there even be a difference...
Images flashed through my mind.
Since the day I was born, my grandmother was the one who always took care of me. She didn't spoil me, but she treated me well.
My first birthday.
My parents death in which she held me tightly in her arms, soothing me.
To the day that I first went to school.
The day that she died...that green light.
"y...gy...Iggy!" Nudge rocked my arm around. I slowly drifted back to reality.
"Huh?"
"She said that we are going to wait for you by the car," Mom informed.
I nodded. "Alright,"
"You going to be alright, hun?" Her fingers wrapped around my hair. Granny...
I shimmied out of her touch a little. I could feel her worry.
"We'll be waiting," she said again, placing a few flowers that she had picked on top of the gravestone. Nudge said a prayer before tagging behind Mom.
A gust of strong, cutting wind drove me out of my state of somber feelings. I turned, finding my way to the headstone. I set in front of it (I think), touching the grass.
"Granny; how have you been? I've been doing well, just so you know. I haven't come here since your burial. For that, I apologize,"
I knew she couldn't hear me. I knew I couldn't touch her; see her smiling face tangible. I would never again feel that tender touch. It would never reach me. Yet, she was still living in my heart. I stared at the sky. It was dark. Petals on trees fluttered down to great me. I let out my hand, trying to grasp one, but to no avail. My heart cried out inaudibly; shattering like a mirror. The shell of who I used to be cracked.
Who am I anymore? I don't feel like...me. A piece of me is gone. Now what? What am I to do?
I touched the stone. I thought long and hard about my state.
Oh yeah...
I plunged my hand into my pants pocket, taking out the present that Mom had showed me. Brushing away some grass til' I hit dirt, I pushed The bracelet into the ground and one earring to follow. The necklace I wrapped around my neck, putting one ear piece in.
"Now there is a bit of me here with you, Granny..." I stood, swiping some dirt off my jeans. I began to head in the other direction. Before I left, I looked back a second time.
"I love you, Granny."
Alrighty, huns. That is the end of Chapter 1 to Angel's Bite. The second chapter should be up in a few so do not fret, lovelies.
Fang is Chapter 2; stoic as always. Max is with him, if that's a question. But, it's gonna be a surprise as to where he is.
Writers of Angel's Bite: luna-music inc
xxxIggyxFangxxx
