Title: Demon Child

Author: Miasen

Pairing: Angel/Erika (OC)

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I only own Erika, and don't make any money of my stories.

Chapter three

Erika actually felt a little better after stepping out of the shower. It felt good to get away the dried up blood and dirt. The jeans Storm had found for here were a bit too big, but she used a belt to keep it in place. The top was a simple black one with thin shoulder straps, and it was low enough in the back to let her wings have room. She looked in the mirror and shuddered at the view. She hated the wings, and wished everything could be as they had always been. She watched enough news to hear about all kinds of mutants, but it had never occurred to her that she could have been one, but she acknowledged the fact, no longer fearing herself being a demon of sorts. When she thought back at it now she felt silly. Mutants were a fact, demons were not. She should have understood what was going on sooner. She suddenly got the urge to go home to her parents, but decided it would be a bad idea. They had never been much to approve of mutants. She would stay at this place for a time, Storm had told her that this room was hers to keep, and that she was free to live her permanently.

She decided to go downstairs to learn more about this place. Storm had said she would be sitting in the common room for the next hour in case Erika wanted anything. The mansion was big, but it was easy to find your way around the place, and it didn't take long till Erika reached the common room. There was a large fireplace in one corner, but there was no fire there right now. Storm was sitting with her back towards the door, and didn't notice Erika before she knocked on the doorframe and walked in to the room. She motioned for Erika to take seat in a chair opposite her own. Then she started talking. She said that there was nothing wrong with Erika, that she should praise her gift and so on. Erika sat in silence. She heard what Storm said, but it didn't mean anything to her. These wings were not a gift, it was a curse. She looked horrible, nothing but repulsing. When Storm asked her if she had tried to fly yet Erica jumped out of her chair and left the room in a hurry. Storm was left behind, not knowing what to do, in the end deciding on leaving the girl alone.

Erika didn't run straight back to the room they had called hers. She took a detour by the kitchen she had seen earlier on and rummaged trough a couple of drawers before she found what she was looking for. A large kitchen knife. She tested the edge with her thumb and smiled when a few drops of blood came forth. It would do just perfectly. She put the handle in her back pocket, and loved how the cold steel felt against her skin on her back.

She reached her room and went inside, settling on her bed. She sat with her knees tucked under her body so she would easily have access to her back. Then she ripped off a piece of the bed sheet and rolled it together before she bit down on it, hoping it would aid in keeping the pains at bay to have something to bite on to. Then she slowly lifted the blade over her shoulder, and towards her shoulder blades and the horrible wings. She quickly dragged the knife over the skin, cutting deep into the flesh. She flinched at the pain and almost dropped the knife. She took a deep breath and then steadied her grip on the knife to cut once more. She was determined to keep on cutting till these horrible things were parted from her body.

She was disturbed by a knock on the door. She cried for them to leave her alone, but the knocking only increased. She kept on yelling at the door, but the person outside didn't seem to care. Suddenly the door burst open and Warren fell in to the room shoulder first. He barely managed to keep to his feet. Erika dropped the knife to the bed.

Warren had been worried when he had walked into the common room to find Storm abandoned behind by Erika. When he walked by the kitchen on his way back to his room and saw that several drawers was open, content strewn on the floor. He had then hurried towards Erika's room, knowing what he would find, as he once had done the same thing. He had tried to knock, but she told him to leave, so he burst the door open. When he gained his footing he looked to see Erika sitting on the bed. Next to her a bloody knife lay and he could see some blood on her hands as well. He rushed over to her and grabbed the knife, tossing it in a corner. He then grabbed hold on her wrists, shaking her angrily, yelling at her;

"Don't do that!"

She looked him straight in the eyes and almost spat her answer at him. "I can do whatever I want! I'm nineteen fucking years. And get your hands off me!"

"If you don't do anything stupid I'll let you go." She looked at him angrily, but nodded slightly. He slowly let her go and sat down on bed next to her. He stared straight ahead, looking out the window at the sun that was rising in the distance. Erika sat next to him. Her hands trembled slightly and her head drooped. She felt like crying, but held it back, not wanting to appear weak. She turned her head slightly when Warren spoke.

"It would probably not work anyway." He kept his gaze to the window. Erika didn't answer, only frowned.

"Mine grew back over night, and I'm guessing yours would as well." Erika's eyes widened, and she stared at him. He slowly directed his gaze towards her.

"What, you don't think you're the only one who ever tried to remove your mutation do you? Sorry, but I beat you to it." He looked back out the window. Erika wanted to say something, but didn't know what, so she stumbled out something, not making much sense.

"But your wings, and mine, like angel, ugly demon…" She drooped her head once again and shut up.

"I hated it when my wings grew forth, I knew my father would hate them and be disappointed. So I cut them off. Next day they were even bigger. It took me ten years to accept who I am, and I don't expect you to be happy with the wings right away, but don't be as stupid as I was. Don't dismiss them till you try them. There's nothing like flying." At the last sentence his eyes seemed to spark, and he jumped up and ran over to the window, leaping out off it and spreading his wings. Erika watched him disappear from her view then muttered to herself.

"At least you look good, not like a fucking monster." Then she lay back on bed and fell asleep almost at once.