A/N: Hi guys! I was not expecting the response this story got so fast! Only a day and 4 reviews, a favorite, and 7 follows? You guys are amazing. As a treat, I am uploading the second chapter today too! I'm glad the idea appeals to you guys and I hope you continue to like what I do with this. This chapter is all Jade and starting next chapter, it'll be both Jade and Tori. So go down and read young one! And if you do not understand some of the angel terms, the words are all in Italian. Most of them are pretty easy to figure out though. If you have any questions, please ask away and please review! I love you guys and thank you! ~


Jadelyn West rolled her eyes as she listened to her father. She looked down at her black nail polish and started chipping away, bored by the same speech she had heard so many times. The white dress shoes were extremely uncomfortable and she wished she could change out of the stupid outfit into her usual black attire. She missed her combat boots and she wanted to put the streaks back in her hair. Zoning out on whatever her father was saying she thought about her day. It had gone terribly.

First of all, she had to wake up at seven AM to go with her father to his Board of Angelos meeting. She had to listen to a bunch of old polite idiots arguing without actually being mean to each other. Like come on, if you're gonna have an argument get up and start screaming at each other, don't just sit there and bat your eyelashes while contradicting what the other guy is saying. She wished her mom was around but she had to live in Arconia since she was a part of the Senato. She visited her mom about twice a year but ever since the Demon Capture and the Angel Corruption, it was dangerous to even set foot in the angel capital. She was forced to live with her dad even though technically it was more dangerous. At least she got to live in the mortal world. She allowed herself a small smile. She had friends. She would never admit it out loud, but it made her happy that there were people she could count on and talk to. Mortals amused her. Most of them were idiots but the ones that weren't were actually… ok. Like Beck. She had checked with her father if she was allowed to have a relationship and he had approved as long as the secret didn't get out. She shuddered at what would befall her now ex-boyfriend if he ever figured out what she was hiding. She had heard that the Explication was painful and she did not want Beck to ever go through that, even if he had hurt her feelings a couple times. It had actually hurt when they ended though. She knew that it was best when he didn't walk through that door but part of her heart hoped he would. It was safer this way, she told herself. He couldn't find out now. Then she had to go to the Hall of the Fallen where her dad had to make a speech to respect all those who had died fighting in the war against the demons. After that, the Board members took her father out to lunch, which of course included her and she had picked at her Angel Hair Spaghetti, not hungry at all. Her father had tried to pull her into the conversation but she shot him down quietly every time which is why she was now standing here listening to him rant about how she needed to be more of what she was not.

"Jade. Jade! Jadelyn West! Are you listening to me?" Her father scolded. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him.

"Yes dad, I did. I get it. I have to act more like an angel. I have to be polite, nice, yadda yadda yadda. Can I go now?" she retorted, pulling back the annoyance that she intended to seep into her tone. She knew if she let her irritation show he would only keep lecturing her.

"Fine. Oh one more thing. Have you been keeping your eye out for demons?"

"Yes father but you know they're well hidden. I haven't found any." It was easy to spot other angels in the mortal world. They gave off a glow that could be seen only by angel eyes. It was like a small halo surrounding them. There were quite a few at Hollywood Arts but Jade didn't talk to them. She liked her mortal friends. It was very difficult to spot demons though. They were amazing actors in the mortal world and they fit in perfectly at Hollywood Arts. The only way known to spot a demon was to either see them in their natural form or find portals around them to what they called the Detriverse. The accesses to the portals are always very well hidden, disguised as something you would never expect. In all honesty, Jade hadn't been looking. That was her father's job.

"Good. Oh and I have to go to another board meeting up in Arconia so you have the house to yourself for a couple days. I would take you with me but your mortal friends might get suspicious. Go do something with them. And remember, be nice."

Jade rolled her sparkling green eyes again. Her white dress was beginning to itch and her wings were drooping. She hated having them out this long.

"Yes dad. Can I go change now?"

Her father sighed.

"Yes. Be careful while I'm gone. Lock the doors."

Eyeing her, her father stepped back and with a turn and a flash of light he vanished.

Thankful for the silence, Jade trudged upstairs to her room. Her father had argued with her countless times about painting the room white and angel-like but that just wasn't her. She had painted it a deep blue, her father refusing to allow her to paint it black for it was the color of the demons. To appease him, she had stuck white objects all over the space and installed a dark light so they would glow in the darkness. She walked over to her closet and shed the white garment, hanging it in the closet behind the rack of clothes, her angel closet. She folded her gold gilded wings in, stretching them one last time before they closed. They had been out all day and it was exhausting. The wings were heavy and they gave her back muscles a work out. She watched as they melted into her skin, leaving only two ridges of tough skin along her bones. She touched them softly, letting the pads of her fingertips take in the essence of her being. Beck had traced his fingers along them so many times, whispering how they proved she was indeed an angel in disguise. The first time he had said so, she stiffened, fearing that he had discovered her secret until she realized he said it as a form of affection and not a realization of the truth. She usually covered the lines up with some make up when she was with her friends so they wouldn't question her about them.

Sighing, she pulled out some dark pajamas from her mortal closet and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Turning the hot water on and stepping on to the cool marble, she lathered shampoo in her hair and resumed her thoughts.

She had no friends in the angel world. No one her age wanted to associate with the "dark angel". It was no secret that she preferred darker colors and her true personality consisted of sarcasm and a short temper. Considering the importance her father had in the angel community and the fact that her mother was one of the heads of the Senato, everyone was interested in the West family. There were rumors that she was a demon spy but those were quickly shut down by her father's power. Besides, no matter how dark Jade was, she despised demons. They were cruel and evil. Her mother was almost murdered by one and she ended up being seriously hurt, admitted in the Ospedale for quite a while. Jade may not be the perfect angel but she was definitely one for kicking some demon ass, which is why she wanted to be a part of the Angel Armata instead of being a Senatore like her mother or a Diretorre like her father. She was a fighter, not a speaker.

Whenever she was forced to go a Ballare Partito by her father, she always found herself in the corner while her peers were out in the middle of the floor socializing or dancing. Dancing wasn't her thing and people just didn't talk to her. That was fine with her. Some of them could be stuck up little snobs and she didn't need to associate with them anyway. She was just fine by herself. Her mortal friends were much better friends then angels anyway. They weren't perfect. They made mistakes. And they accepted her just the way she was. Her father was always trying to change her, mold her to perfect angel standards but it just wasn't her. She was different than them. She knew that.

Stepping out of the shower and shimmying into her pajamas, Jade made her way out to watch some TV before she went to bed when her phone rang. Groaning, she walked over to see a picture of a young black teenager with dreads smiling up at her. Andre. Pushing accept, she put the blue device to her ear.

"What."

"Someone's in a good mood. I'll make this quick. Tori is having a pool party tonight and she wants you to be there." His voice was higher over the phone but it still had his easy going tone to it.

"Why does Vega want me there? I hate her."

"Because she's a nice person and you haven't done anything with us since you and Beck broke up two weeks ago. Come on Jade. You should come."

"Is Beck going to be there?"

"Yeah, but you two don't have to talk. Plus, Tori has a hot tub so you can pretend you're human soup or whatever," he chuckled.

"I'll think about it."

"Ok I'll tell Tori you're coming then. 6 o' clock."

"What the hell Harris? I said I'll think about it, not yes!"

His laugh was musical over the phone. "That's as good as a yes from you Jade. Now get your butt over here. And bring some scary movies."

She could hear the smile in his voice and grinned. This kid.

"Fine. See you in a bit."

"See ya West."

Setting down her phone, she sighed. It was going to be a long night.