Chap.1
Same dream, same people, same things.
See how every dream comes into perspective?
Again, I'm running, away from an old life that will haunt my dreams forever.
They chase after me, quiet, like the animals they are.
I jumped off a ledge and-you probably think I die then, huh?
Nope, wrong-o!
I snap out my beautiful grey and white wings, and soar off like a hawk.
"Vixen! Vixen!"
"What?" I said, shoving my head in my pillow.
"Damon set the kitchen on fire."
I lift my head up, smell the smoke and leaped off the couch.
I grab the fire extinguisher and put out the fire that was licking up the stove.
"Damon! How do you do that, you little demon!" I scream.
An arm wraps around my shoulder, I look up at Brett, who was running his tan hand through my black curls, "Don't be to hard on him, he knew you were tired, so he tried to make breakfast for you."
"I don't anybody do anything for me!" I said, clenching and unclenching my fists.
"Just because your brother left you doesn't mean we have too." Brett said, kissing my forehead.
I wasn't listening anymore; I was going back into a flash-back.
I was four, and my brother was 8.
We were very close, but we couldn't even hold hands because we were trapped in dog crates.
We looked like twins, black hair, black eyes, but he had black wings and mine were grey and white.
One day, this new girl, she was put in the dog crate between me and my brother.
She has beautiful brownish blonde hair and brown eyes.
She was very skinny and dirty, and her brown and white wings were stained dark brown, but I couldn't tell if her wings were brown or that was all just dirt.
They talked about escaping together, but my brother kept saying he wouldn't leave without me.
The girl would just scoff and say, 'you will when the time comes.'
A few weeks after the girl being here, a man took her and my brother's crates away and they never came back.
I thought they were dead for a few days, till I saw the man again and he told me, 'Your brother's alive and well. I'll help you next.'
But that day never came, because I never saw that man again either.
The men in white lab coats turned me into an assassin; they made me kill innocent kids.
One day on a job, I saw the kids' faces, so I took them in and raised them myself.
"Vixen, are you listening?" Brett was saying.
I looked up, "What?"
"I think your brother's on TV!"