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I didn't even hesitate for a second. I bounded around the first corner and came to a stop in the shadows as I saw two figures over by the stairs. The first one I saw was Jeremy, his hands all over Blake, his face only inches from her. She was struggling like I knew she would, but not even she could defeat him in his drunken stupor.

"Jeremy, stop." Blake pleaded again, trying to get away from his arms that were slowly trying to pry her shirt off. I could see he wasn't going to let her get away, but that was why I was here wasn't it?

"Not tonight, baby. You're mine." the way he said it made me growl. I waited a few more seconds. Enough time for him to slip her shirt off to reveal a pink under shirt she had on. I let out my breath and stepped out from the shadows.

"Let. Her. Go." each word I said with precision, each word with a purpose. I growled again, as if to show him I meant business.

Jeremy turned to face me, his hands still on her squirming body. "Make. Me." he said mocking my tone of voice.

That did it.

I don't take lightly to back tack or any sort of mockery. And since he was pretty much trying to rape the one I loved, well my anger was boiling over the top, ready to explode.

I charged him. When he tried to move out of the way I just followed his stepping and plowed him to the ground. It was just too easy. My fists pounded into his face, his gut, anything I could get my hands on. Where was the fight? Where was the challenge? He was just some simple human. How could he ever expect to defeat me, especially after what he saw in study hall the other day.

Blood was flowing out of his nose, but I didn't care about how much it appealed to me. I just kept hitting him, until eventually, he was unconscious. I stood up and wiped the blood off my hands and tried to get the blood stains out of my shirt. The smell hit me now, making me want to drain the life out of him, but I wasn't going to. He was lucky Blake was here, or he would have been dead ages ago.

I turned to face her. Blake's face was full of shock, horror, and most of all gratitude. I finally saw her body now. She was wearing shorts and a pink lacy tank top. She had bruises on her arms and legs, there was a small cut on her cheek, and tears flowing from her eyes. She was missing one shoe, her hair was a complete mess, and she looked like hell.

She was so beautiful.

I stepped closer to her, slowly, giving her enough time to run away screaming or something, like normal humans would. There was a moan from Jeremy from behind, but when I turned to look at him, his body was slumped and limp again. Typical.

Blake's eyes were watching him, then they darted back to me. She didn't look afraid, but looks can be deceiving. Humans were always good liars. I never quite understood why. Her blue eyes were frantic, but mostly she was examining me, looking for any sign or blood that was mine, any bruise, any harm that Jeremy had done to me. Obviously she found none because she let out a sigh of relief.

When I reached her she fell into my arms, either from exhaustion or fear. I couldn't tell which, other than she was crying harder now. I comforted her, just like she did to me on the track. I kissed the top of her head, reveling in the coconut smell of her hair. It was like heaven with a trace of sugar. We just stood there for a little while, and I waited for her to catch her breath and calm down.

It didn't take too long, but every time she tried to look into my eyes and say something, Blake buried her head in my chest, more tears streaming down her face. It was almost as if she was too ashamed to say a word, but she wanted to so badly. I wanted to make her tell me what was on her mind, but I waited until Blake was ready to talk. That's what a real gentleman would do. At least I think they would.

This time Blake sucked in a large breath and fought back the tears and she looked in my black eyes. I felt her body stand on its own, drawing on some unknown strength, but for a moment I saw a flash of fire in her eyes, felt a rush of heat on her skin, witnessed Blake transforming into someone else. Not a weak Blake, but a Blake who's strong and ready to fight any battle. But she still looked so fragile.

"I was so stupid to let him bring me here." Blake said, her eyes glancing at Jeremy every few seconds, as if expecting to see him get up and repeat history again. Not after that beating he won't.

"Yes, you were." I said, my voice strained from the smell on her blood. "But I'm happy you're okay, for now anyway." I smiled, pulling her closer. I felt her warm hands on my chest.

Blake nodded, looking back at me with a smile on her lips as well. My eyes narrowed as I saw a bruise under her eyes. I pushed her hair away to find more black and purple coloring around her neck. I hissed.

"What did he do to you?" I fought the urge to kill that monstrous boy again.

She looked away. "How did you find me here?" she asked, diverting from the subject. My hands balled up into fists, but I kept my breathing calm.

"I heard him in the locker room." I spat on the ground, away from her. "He was talking about a date with you Friday. He said he was going to take you here and hoped he got lucky." I tensed, his words echoing through my mind like a broken record.

She pushed away from me. "You mean you knew he was going to try something like this and you didn't tell me?" her voice was going in a few octaves and her voice for angrier.

I looked shocked. I hadn't expected this kind of reaction in her.

"You knew and you didn't say a word?" Blake looked sad now. "Why wouldn't you tell me." her anger flared up again like a great big ball of fire. I swear I saw red flash in her eyes, but it was gone before I could really see it.

"Think about it, Blake. Would you have believed me if I had told you something like this?" she opened her mouth to speak, but shut it quickly, and I knew I was right. But there was no way I was going to tell her that. That was the one thing about women. They always have to be right. If you guys realize that one fact in life, you'll do a lot better in life. Never forget her birthday either, not unless you don't want to live long enough to have another one of yours.

"I guess I get your point." I held back a smile from her words. She sounded like she had lost all her dignity.

I chuckled and looked down at her face. "Are you okay?" then I regretted them. How stupid was that? 'Are you okay?' I might as well have asked if her hurt her.

She looked at me with an unbelievable face. "Don't go there."

"Sorry."

Click.

There was a startling, blaring pain that hit my back (really close to my heart), making my knees buckle. I fell flat on my face, eating black top, before I stood back up. I felt my blood gushing from my shoulder and my wing. That really hurt. I faced Jeremy, my face pinched together in pain. I growled.

He fired another shot and this time in went right through my right chest and my wing. I hissed and let my wings out, momentarily forgetting Blake's presence. I beat them and glided directly towards him, feeling the sting of the air hitting my black blood. I kicked the gun out of his hand and picked him up by his shirt. I punched his face again, sending him back into unconsciousness, for a good while by the looks of it.

I dropped him back on the ground and stretched my wings out. I winced as I pulled some cartilage from the open wound and threw it on the ground. I felt a burning sensation as I felt my skin heal itself by my blood. Once the source of blood went away, I started to wipe it gone. I moved my wings slowly, noticing how stiff they felt, feeling like I was alone, until I heard a stifled gasp.

I wheeled toward Blake, a look of confusion on both our faces. Her eyes were locked on my black wings, and I couldn't even bring myself to put them away. For some reason it made me feel better that she knew somewhat of the truth.

We stood there for a few minutes that felt like hours. Blake said nothing, still trying to comprehend what was before her eyes. I even saw her blink and when she opened them again, I saw that she honestly believed if she did it enough, the wings before her would disappear. They didn't. in fact I moved them more and more, trying to get rid of the searing pain in my shoulder.

I hissed as I picked out the bullet that would have killed a normal teen, but left the half demon alive. She cringed at the small sound it made when it hit the concrete, but then looked at me with the same fire I had seen only a few minutes ago.

I took a step towards her, preparing to explain everything. "Blake-"

"Stay away from me, you-you freak!" she spun and started running. I could have easily caught, but I didn't even try. I felt my shoulders slump, wanting to die.

I was a freak in her eyes, a real judgment. She couldn't accept what I was, no one could. She was human after all. How could I expect her to understand what I am? Who I am? I watched her figure fade away until I couldn't see her anymore. I really screwed up this time. This was exactly what I didn't want to happen, and with trying, of course I failed. I was so close to a happy ending for tonight, but with my normal luck, I screwed it all up.

Way to go, Logan, I thought shrilly at myself, way to make her run away from the monster you were.

Were, not am.

If only she would have waited a bit longer, then Blake would have seen that I wasn't a total monster. Was she right in calling me a freak? Yes. Was she right to run? Yes. Did that mean I liked it any of this pain? Absolutely not.

But that was a total human action that I told you would happen in the very beginning (See my letter if you don't understand) and I couldn't hold it against her. I was nothing normal, and normal humans shun anything that wasn't like them. They did that everyday in high school, so I knew how this would play out.

Blake would avoid me, acting like I didn't exist. She wouldn't be stupid enough to go back to Jeremy, but if I'm correct, she'll stay away from any contact for a while, even miss a few days of school. Then she'll some back like nothing ever happened, but she won't speak to me. No eye contact, no smiles, and I bet Blake will act like I'm only a sieve in her memory, acting like I'm either dead or don't exist.

Which I bet she mind if either happened to me.

I never realized how bad that hurt until I was holding my chest in fear that my heart would explode and kill the boy inside of me.

I pulled my wings in and started walking with a strange limp. I called the police to alert that a teenager was on the ground, badly beaten and looked like he had been drinking. I didn't leave my number and hung up as soon as they asked for any information. I drove off into the night and felt the darkness closing in on me.

I have never felt so alone than at this moment, but I had known at that point the ending to all of this, I would have understood that this pain wasn't even a fraction to what I would experience later in life. I closed my eyes and let a single tear (only one) fall down my face. I wiped it away without another thought and parked in the lot to the hotel. I sat in the seat, trying to clear my mind and to make my expression unreadable. I was about to go inside and fall asleep, but I knew Lily and Chris would be relentless with questions so I thought better of it.

I opened my car door and shut it. Then I walked into the woods. I sat down next to a large oak tree and threw my head against the base. How could I have been so stupid? Why had I let her see my wings? I just wish I could turn invisible so I wouldn't have to deal with Blake's cold shoulder. I really hated my life.

I fell asleep, not knowing I was being watched.

Sorry it took so long to update! My computer crashed and I thought I lost all of my work, but lucky for me and you, my dad fixed it today and I'm writing again!