A/N: I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed thus far. Keep them up; they inspired me to continue to write this. Just want to apologize for the late update. Finals. Enough said…First ever finals are stressing this freshman out, and luckily, they are now finished! I named this chapter Flight after a song in my marching show for band. We did Cirque du Solei. It was sooo cool! #Bandgeeks!

Chapter Seven: Flight

"Oh my God," I said as I glanced at the wings. They were huge and so very heavy. I tried to stand up but only fell back into Sebastian's arms. He caressed my cheeks and kissed me softly.

"Evangeline, the pain is over," he whispered softly in my ear.

I shook my head. "You are wrong, Sebastian. The pain has only begun." I folded my wings and slowly managed to stand.

"By the way, you look stunning." I glanced down to see myself still fully exposed.

"You devil!" I yelled before wrapping a blanket around me.

Sebastian smirked. "I am a demon, my dear."

"That doesn't give you the right to stare at a woman's naked body. You, sir, are no gentleman," I growled. The nerve of him! And he is sitting there laughing at me. I felt my face getting extremely hot. My cheeks were burning from embarrassment and anger.

"Evangeline," the demon whispered as he cupped my cheeks. "You look so beautiful when you are all flustered."

I sighed. "This is all a joke to you isn't it."

The demon nodded.

Thought so.

I stood up and put on a blue dress trimmed with white frill. I put my hair into a tight bun as the little devil kept snickering at me. Just laugh it up, my dear Sebastian. My hands were clenched into fists. I tried to control myself from hitting the bastard.

"What are you still doing here?!"

Sebastian sighed and stood up. His crimson eyes bore into mine. "You are right, my love. I shall leave you; I need to go back to work." He gently kissed my head before leaving me behind. I sat down on my bed and traced my fingers along the quilt. I glanced back into the mirror and sighed. Normal. That word seemed foreign to me now. I was far from normal.

That's when it happened; the craziest idea popped inside my head. I skipped over to the window, let my wings expand, and opened it. Then, I jumped. My stomach twisted as I plummeted towards the harsh ground. I am going to die! That's when my wings decided to have a mind of their own. Before I knew it, I was soaring above the manor. It was an indescribable feeling. I had never felt such a rush of adrenaline! The world seemed to become a green blur as I quickly headed towards the city.

I circled around London for a few moments; people below were making their way through the busy streets. I could hear the humans yelling and calling out to one another.

"Eva!" I heard someone yell before an arrow shot through one of my wings. I cried out and fell towards the earth. Another arrow pierced my leg, and I screamed in agonizing pain. I fell into an empty ally way and wondered how I was still alive. Angel. Right.

"Eva, are you alright?" I heard someone ask. I looked up to see myself staring at Margret who was holding a bow in her hands.

I managed to sit up; a puddle of blood formed under me. I glared at my sister. "What the hell is wrong with you, Margret?"

She laughed; a shrill, evil laugh. "You are my problem, Evangeline. The arch angels are not very fond of you, as I am sure you know."

My eyes widened. How in the world could Margret possibly know about that? Her blue eyes were cold and icy. I bit my lip before speaking. "How do you know about the arch angels?"

Margret knelt down beside me and grabbed ahold of my jaw. "Because I am an angel, my dear, dear, sister." She briefly kissed my cheek before whispering, "And now, I shall kill you." Margret took one of her arrows and pierced it in my heart. My eyes closed and my body went limp, and I was greeted by darkness

"Evangeline," I heard someone call. I looked up to see myself in a mirror. I was in the middle of nowhere. Dark clouds stacked up in the distance. I gazed at myself in the mirror. My long black hair was down, resting on my shoulders. I wore a dress as dark as midnight, and my raven feathered wings were stretched out completely. "It is time for you to wake up completely. God is with you. God is with us."

I felt something surge throughout me; I was being awakened. Memories flooded my mind, and my vision was blocked by tears, bloodshed, and death. Screams of terror and agony drowned my ears, and I felt myself collapse. No wonder the angels saw me as a monster; I myself thought I was. I glanced up at the mirror. "H-help me," I choked.

"Eva," she said softly. "Do not be afraid. Corruption has spread throughout the angels. Michael and Gabriel remain loyal to God, but many have turned their backs on you. You are destined to be one with the demon, and destroy the true threats of heaven. We can do this."

I sighed. "Our love is forbidden, and I do not understand how it is destined. Why would God want us to work together? Could I not fight the angels myself?"

She shook her head. "No. We would surely die, Evangeline. You are not strong enough. You need his help, and he would be obliged to give it. Sebastian is a part of this equation like we are. Only God knows the outcome."

"Alright, I trust your word. And what about Margret and my step-family?"

She frowned. "They cannot be trusted. Their allegiance is to the arch angels, for they are all angels themselves. Keep a close eye on them, Eva, but I must leave now."

"Wait!" I called out. "I have so much that I want to ask you!" It was too late. Everything vanished.

"Evangeline?" My eyes fluttered opened. I looked up to see Sebastian hovering over me. "Are you alright?"

I nodded. "Y-yes." I managed to squeak. He pulled me into his arms and smiled.

"Good," the demon whispered in my ear. He gently kissed my neck and rubbed my back. I suppose he was surprised when I didn't pull away. I remembered what my angelic self had said. We must become one. Sebastian smirked against my skin and continued to kiss down my neck. His teeth grazed my neck and sent shivers down my spine.

I pulled myself closer to him, and he responded by putting me in his lap. "Do not scare me, as you did, again, Evangeline," he whispered. "I thought I had lost you, and now, I shall claim you as my own." Sebastian's eyes started to slow, and his fangs were bared. He pushed me down on the bed and held my wrists tightly. My body trembled underneath me.

"No, Sebastian!" I hissed. "G-get off of me!" The demon started to take off my dress despite my helpless pleas and demands. I started to thrash my arms against him in hopes it would weaken the demon, but his strength was too much for me.

I sighed; I had to use my angelic powers or else Sebastian would take advantage of me. My hands started to glow, and I touched Sebastian chest. He jumped back and growled at me. "Sebastian." I said sternly. "It is Evangeline. Evangeline Goodman." His eyes stopped glowing, and he hid his head in his hands.

"Evangeline," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry. I lost control of myself."

"I noticed…" I scoffed and tried to walk out, but Sebastian grabbed my arm.

"I really am sorry, Eva," he whispered.

I flung my arm away from him. "Get away from me!" I quickly exited the room, bumping into Ciel. The boy looked up at me and frowned. "Sorry, Earl." I whispered.

He sighed. "Evangeline, not that I am concerned, but you look upset."

I shook my head. "No at all, my lord. I shall be practicing the piano for a bit and preparing your lesson for tomorrow. "

Ciel shook his head. "Whatever Sebastian has done, he still loves you, Evangeline."

I laughed sarcastically. "Loves me? Demons cannot comprehend the word love. They know of lust and want, but they now nothing of the word love." The young Earl sighed and walked on. I went out to the garden and gazed at the roses. They reminded me of Sebastian. A rose is beautiful, charming, and sweet. It lures you in and then pricks you with its thorn. What if Sebastian is the same exact way? Maybe he is using me just to get my soul.

I kept staring at the rose, waiting for something to happen. I felt someone come up and wrapped my arms around me, but it wasn't Sebastian. I looked up to see a man-no a demon, hovering above me.

"Such a tainted angel," he cooed in my ear. He gently licked my neck which caused me to whimper. Who was this freak anyways?

"Get away from me!" I growled.

The demon laughed. "And a feisty one at that." He placed a hand on my thigh, but I smacked it away.

"I shall say this only once, demon scum, get away from me!" I yelled, but the demon only smiled. He lunged at me, and I fell back on the ground. He put a cloth over my nose, and I was out cold. Why does this happen to me?

A/N: Once again, sorry guys for the late update. Finals are crazy… -_- Any who, I hope this chapter makes up for it. :) It was interesting to write, and what is going to happen to Evangeline? Only time will tell.