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Chapter Three

This couldn't be happening. My dream was that, just a dream that my mind made up out of my very active imagination. He wasn't real. None of this was real. The sweet old lady wasn't possessed by demon. No!

We all stared at the man who resembled the person from my dream so well except he was wearing our clothing and no wings. He wasn't different then, right? My heart kept beating twice as hard, the pounding in my ears as blood rushed to my head. His eyes scanned us all, looking deep as if looking into our soul.

His eyes rested on me. The orbs of a man who was not completely man. I stilled, staring back with the same intensity. I could feel my heart beat slower this time, as if somehow his gaze alone made me feel safer. I was finally able to breathe normal. His eyes quickly went to Charlie who was at my side, her hand cupping her huge belly. Unlike with Gladys, he didn't have the look of a monster.

Then suddenly he took a step closer to us. "Take one more step closer and I'll drop you right where you stand." Bob threatened, aiming the shotgun at him. I was with Bob on this one. Whoever this man was, I didn't trust him. Not one bit.

"Is that how you treat all your customers?" He asked with seriousness in each word but relatively calm.

"Mister after what we've been through today you're lucky we don't shoot you first greet you later. Now let me see your teeth," Bob demanded, his hold on the gun never releasing. My jaw flexed a bit, anxiety building in my stomach. Something still wasn't right. Michael wasn't the problem.

Great, I called him Michael.

He never moved an inch. He just stood where he was at with the barrel of the shotgun pointed right in his face. If he was an Angel, why didn't he do something? Angels were powerful, right?

"Your teeth goddamn it let me see them!" Bob shouted fed up with him. The man finally did as Bob said and showed us his teeth, a set of normal human teeth. What was going on? I was feeling another wave of energy hit me, sleep wanting to take over again. My body was shaking as I fought to stay awake. I couldn't fall asleep, not in such a situation like this. Yet, no matter how much I protested, my mind and body fought against me. Two vs. One.

"Father wishes to speak with you." It was Gabriel again. I huffed sitting on the edge of my white fluffy bed. The whole room was white, even the floor that looked like there was no bottom to it. "Open the door Angel." I used to always close the door when I wanted to be alone. The only person to ever be able to open my door was Father, of course, but no other. My bedroom was my only haven inside my heaven. My place to think without being watched.

I stayed right were I was, hands folded in my lap. "Now." There was the demand again. I was getting tired of being ordered around and I finally snapped. "Tell Father until he reconsiders, I do not wish to see, speak, nor even hear of him!"

For a few moments there was quiet tension between us. "As you wish." His voice faded into the background and for a second I wondered if he would tell Father what I said. Father certainly wouldn't like the way I was speaking to him. For the past few months, I was changing. Maybe it was the fact that Father was growing angrier I was becoming more human and unable to control my emotions. Either way, there was no good outcome.

And then, in less than a second, the door opened on its own. "I wish to be alone." I told Him, pulling my feet up on the bed.

"I know you do." Father's booming voice said. "That is what I do not want of you." I understood him very well. I was isolating myself, shutting away in my own world. He didn't want that because that would mean I finally became what he feared.

Half human, half Angel.

My eyes lids were heavy to lift so I remained in a 'sleepy' state for a while until I could open my eyes on my own. "She has a fever." That was Charlie's worried tone. My brows creased when I felt a cold rag on my forehead. I felt fine. Another hand caressed my cheek and I leaned into the touch. I knew the touch somehow, from somewhere.

"She will be fine." It was his voice. I snapped my eyes open, catching blue orbs directly above me. His hand was on my cheek and I pushed away, my feet digging into the floor to scoot back as much as I could. He was real. It wasn't a dream. His eyes softened when he saw my reaction. His hand dropped back to his side and he slowly pushed himself off the floor. Another hand gripped my arm and I flinched. "Its just me." Audrey.

I welcomed her help, gripping her tight so I could stand. I was still feeling the after math of my...episode? She helped me to sit on a chair and that's when I noticed everything around me. The door was blocked by two tables that were flipped onto its sides, creating a barrier for the door so no one could enter. The blinds were pulled all the way down. Everyone, besides me and Audrey and Sandra, were holding a gun. Audrey stayed at my side, tapping her foot against the floor.

Michael was still staring at me from afar. He knew I knew him. He was from the dreams I kept having but I was beginning to doubt these were dreams. All of them felt so real and I was feeling afraid. Not the usual fear of dying but the fear that I was not only human but also and Angel. I was part of two worlds, one that the people knew and one that didn't 'exist'. Kyle was looking through the blinds in his nervousness causing me to have the building anxiety.

This shouldn't have been happening. No. I was supposed to be living a calm normal life but since I was born, things were screwed up. Michael pulled out another gun, larger one this time and I sunk lower in my seat.

Suddenly the lights went out. I let out a yelp as did Charlie and Audrey. Fear coursed through me again. Darkness was never my friend. I found only hate and fear in darkness.

"Michael! Michael!" My yells echoed in the halls, tears falling from my eyes. I was headed to Michael's room, all the doors looking alike. "Michael!" I was suddenly encased by big black wings. The wings warmed my soul, giving me the comfort I was looking for.

I wrapped my arms around the waist of Gabriel. He was there when Michael wasn't. "Why are you shaking?" Angels didn't shake, I was the only exception.

"I saw darkness." I whispered against him. "So much darkness and it frightened me." He picked me up, my small frame nothing to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I lay my head on his shoulder. He carried me back to my room, holding me tightly. Father had given Gabriel and Michael responsibility over me. I never knew why but I couldn't complain.

"The darkness will be over soon."