I hope you enjoyed that last chapter! What do you think, cool little twist, huh! Just wanted to add that Night (aka Aurora) and Michaels relationship is lightly based off of Katy Perry's song Extraterrestrial. If you haven't heard it, go and listen, awesome song!

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My eyes could have popped out of my head at his admission.

"What?" I said as I pulled my hands out of his and backed away from him slowly.

"You are Aurora, the Angel of the Dawn. I would know you anywhere, and I know that deep down inside of you, you know it to."Michael was beginning to sound frustrated.

"No. no no no no no. You have the wrong person, there is no way I am an angel! I can't even remember my own life before the age of 10!"

Everyone was looking at me at this point, either with sympathy, or suspicion.

"Oh, so do you want to hear my sob story?" I yelled. I was really acting out of character tonight, but hey, I think I deserve it.

"When I was 10, I was found in a canyon, bloodied and bruised, no indication of family anywhere in the surrounding areas. I was unconscious for 2 weeks. When I came to, I couldn't even remember my own name, never mind how I ended up at the bottom of a 60 foot ravine. I was sent to a foster home the next week."

Everyone was really staring at me now, Charlie and Audrey with a little bit of fear and sorrow, but that wasn't going to stop me, I was on a role.

"I was lucky, the family ended up adopting me. I had great friends, high school was a blast, and I even knew what I wanted to be when I got older. That was until a few days before my 19th birthday, when my adopted parents were killed in a car crash. I was once again on my own." I could feel the tears running down my face.

Michael took a step forward, but I held up my hands and shook my head. "Michael, I want to believe you. I want to believe that there were people who cared about me enough to look for me for years, that I had an amazing fiancé who never gave up and continued to love me. I want to believe that, but life has taught me the only thing you can believe in and trust is yourself, and that's what I'm doing right now."

With that I turned around, grabbed a few of the guns, and headed up to the roof.


I cried for what seemed like forever. I felt so lost, so hopeless.

Why do you feel like this?

That damn voice was back.

Why would you do that to someone who obviously cares about you?

Because I don't know him!

Yes you do.

No I don't

Yes, you do . . .

A memory flashed into my mind.

When I was younger, right after they found me, the doctor gave me a journal. A "dream journal" she had called it. She had told me to write down all my dreams, because they could hold clues to my life before the accident.

I flashed back to one particular dream, a dream of a man with steel blue eyes, strong jaw, lean, muscled body. He was laughing, his whole body shaking with mirth at some joke, his steel grey wings moving with is body.

Wings

I gasp; I started to remember more dreams, some that I felt as if I were flying, so real that I would fall out of the bed. Working in the most beautiful garden I had ever seen. Walking with two girls, laughing and joking like we had known each other for years. Yet the one detail I never noticed was the wings.

They all had wings.

Then I remembered something I had overheard the doctor talking to my adoptive parents about at one visit . . .

Are they going to scar? My adoptive mother

Most likely, but she will never see them, neither will most people. The doc.

But what could have caused them? Daddy, always wanting to know how and why.

They most likely happened when her back hit a sharp rock, it's nothing to worry about, and the wounds are healing nicely.

Wounds. Two identical wounds right in between my shoulder blades

Right were my wings would have been if I had some.

I was starting to get a massive headache. Thankfully it seemed I was all cried out, now I just felt exhausted.

I heard a sound behind me, and I turned around quickly, guns up and ready to shoot.

But it was just Bob.

Bob and Michael.

"Oh," I said wiping my face with the back of my hand and putting the guns down. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize . . . "

"You're alright." Bob said, coming over and took over the watch spot I was in.

Once he was comfortable, I looked up at Michael. "Hey Bob, do you think Michael and I could have a few minutes to ourselves, please?"

"Sure thing, promise I won't listen in." He raised his beer towards us.

I turned and started to lead Michael to the other side of the roof, when Bob spoke up once again.

"But I'm watching you mister. It aint right for a man to make a woman cry, so don't do it again."

I turned around and gave Bob a big hug, laughing just a little."Thanks Bob, you're a really great person, you know that?"

"Yea, well, don't go telling everyone, I got a reputation to uphold around here." He said, embarrassment lacing his voice.

"It will be our little secret."

With that, Michael and I headed over to the other side.

"Michael, I'm so sorry. I should not have acted that way." I began, but Michael put up his hands and effectively silenced my apology.

"There is no need to apologize Nightlynn. I should have been a little more persuasive in getting you alone to discuss the situation. It was my fault. I wanted to introduce you to the idea gradually, not all at once. I am truly sorry."

I just started at Michael for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

Michael looked at me like I had just lost my mind.

When I had calmed down a bit, I looked up and smiled at Michael. "I'm sorry, I just never imagined that one day I would be on the roof of a diner in the middle of the Mojave desert, fighting for my life and that of the entire human race, listening to the Archangel Michael apologize to me for my behavior." I let out one more little chuckle. "I mean, come on, it's a little funny."

I could see a small smile begin to form on Michaels face, but he quickly wiped it from his face. I frowned and walked over to him. Michael stayed absolutely still as I came face to face with him. I reached up and touched the corners of his mouth with my fingertips.

"You don't smile much do you?" I asked him. He just continued to look at me.

"I'm sorry, you just seemed a lot happier in my dreams."

That got his attention. He grabbed me around the waist and brought me as close as he could to him. The top of my head barely came up to his chin.

"What did you say?"

I looked up at him and grinned a little." In my dreams, you were laughing at something. I mean, you were laughing with your whole body, wings and all."

He continued to look at me, astonishment in his eyes. "You remember?"

I laid my ear to his chest. His heartbeat was, strong, steady, just like him. "After the police found me, and I came out of the coma, a psychiatrist gave me a dream journal; to write all my dreams down in. she was hoping my dreams would hold clues to my past. The very first dream I can remember, was of you laughing. Then I remember talking to two young women, and working in the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. But it wasn't until just a minute ago that I remembered the wings. Everyone in my dreams had wings."

Michael cupped my face in his large hands and looked at me. "Do you believe what I told you is the truth? That you are in fact, my Aurora?"

I placed my hands on top of his. "I think I am starting to believe it. Give me some time to adjust, think things over, and get use to the idea. Until then, let's just take things slow, ok?"

Michael smiled an actual, genuine smile. He leaned down and placed a small, sweet kiss on my lips. Not one meant to arouse, but one meant to linger on your lips and make you wish for more.

"Slow enough for you?" he asked, his tone teasing.

"I can work with that." I said, felling just a bit light headed.

He leaned down again, but before our lips met, we heard screaming coming from below.

"What is going on down there?" I backed out of Michaels arms, and went over to the ledge of the roof. Looking down to the lower roof level, what I saw made my heart stop and my blood run cold.

Howard was tied to an upside down cross, screaming for help. But that wasn't the worst part. He was covered in pulsating boils, each looking to be filled with some kind of greenish yellow fluid.

I heard some more screaming, and the sound of things being tossed around. Suddenly, the door to the roof flew open, and out scrambled Sandra, arms outreached to her husband.

"Sandra, no!" I screamed, but she was far beyond listening. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Percy run out after, grabbing her around the waist. Howard let out a pain filled scream, and then exploded in a shower of the nasty liquid.

Percy had turned Sandra around, and bore the brunt of the blast on his back. I muffled a scream with my hands as I saw his back begin to disintegrate, leaving nothing but bone.

"Percy" I screamed, I turned to run down to the storage room, but instead ran into a large, muscular chest, arms encircling me, stopping me from going any further.

"There is nothing you can do for him now." Michael said gently, running his large hand through my hair. The tears I had thought were gone earlier came back with a vengeance, and I cried for my lost friend, I cried for his sacrifice, but mostly, I cried for all of us.