Vengeful Love

((Okay howdy! I just finished reading the first two novels of this series..so if anything is different...well...ignore that. I sorta haven't mentioned Luce in any of the chapters written, but I think I might later on. Bare with me if some things aren't JUST like the book. 3 ENJOY! and please review!))

Prologue
February 22nd, 1655

The sky seemed to part on the icy ground beneath, barren trees, and snow covered hills revealed. Her sparkling green eyes watched the lean, and graceful body of a man walk out of a church, his head turned to look onto the horizon. "He is the one…isn't he?" her voice rang, a beautiful sound, like music on a warm summer's eve. "They call him…Cameron? He seems so human…so different then us…" she continued.

"That is because he is different from us dear Naomi…He is fallen…We are still worthy of the title Angel…He is a dirty Demon…don't waste your precious sight on his unworthy face…." The skies suddenly came back together, Naomi's view of the beautiful black haired boy hidden. "Come…we have things to discuss with the others…"

Naomi nodded silently, but she couldn't ignore the pang in her heart. There was something about that beautiful, fallen boy that she couldn't help but long for. His strong arms around her, their wings entwined, his matching green eyes twinkling into her own. The angel bit her lip, knowing full well the thoughts were a sin to even think. "Yes…we do have things to discuss…" she murmured softly. No matter how much she wanted to swoop down and love the boy named Cameron, she knew she couldn't. Not ever. She'd watched him for years since his fall, but still she wasn't allowed to go near him. Ever.

Chapter 1

Good Morning California! It's going to be a beautiful morning, with temperatures in the high sixties, and the sun shining brightly. San Bernardino County couldn't look more beautiful! It's February 22nd and there is a fresh coating of snow on the mountains! But be careful out there, the snow is quickly me- SLAM!

"Ugh…I don't want to go to school…" mumbled a drowsy girl, with long, currently messy, blonde hair. She had beautiful emerald green eyes, and a tan complexion that made many believe she was from Asian, or Latino descent.

"Naomi! Time to get up, dear…You'll be late for school if you don't hurry…" called Mrs. Brigham from the bottom of the stairs. Naomi sighed and slipped out from beneath her plush red comforter. She dragged her feet across the floor until she reached the full length mirror hanging from the back of her bathroom door. Her pajama top was skewed to the side, revealing her ugly birth mark, a jagged looking scar atop her heart. She'd always had it, and she had always been nervous about it. She almost never wore a bathing suit for that reason. Naomi had only stepped into water once, and that was when nobody else was around.

She turned from the mirror, not wanting to look at it any longer and moved to get some clothes, but before she had a chance to pick out anything her legs went weak beneath her and she fell to the floor. A loud thump alerted her parents, who were in the room within moments. "Honey?" called her mother, who collapsed to the floor next to her. "Sweet heart! What's wrong, what happened?"

Naomi had closed her eyes, lying limply now in her mother's arms. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked confused. "Who are you?" she whispered. Her mother had a look of horror on her face and her father's eyes went wide. "Where am I?" Her voice was suddenly hoarse as tears sprung to her eyes.

"We're your parents, Naomi…don't you remember…" spoke Mr. Brigham. Naomi squinted her eyes and then bit her lip. "Come on…get her back into bed…I'll call the school and let them know she's staying home…She may have tripped and just hit her head…" he spoke quietly as Mrs. Brigham helped her daughter back to bed.

"My parents…" Naomi whispered,"Of course…I'm sorry…" she rubbed her forehead and frowned. Her mind was fuzzy, her head hurt, and her stomach was nauseous. She tried to reassure them that she remembered, but in honestly she didn't remember them at all. Her mother brought her some tea and sat with her until Naomi fell back to sleep, and then she returned to Mr. Brigham to speak to a doctor who had just arrived.

"She just went to sleep, Dr. Moore….I hope she's okay…" spoke Mrs. Brigham.

"I'll check her out when she wakes up…." Dr. Moor replied with an easy smile. "I'm sure every is fine…."