SUMMARY: Thought = Action a look at what happens in a friendship that's become unbalanced.
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Broken Wings
Part Nine
Angels Would Fall
"What is it you need Logan?"
He looked at the woman in front of him the tired circles under her eyes speaking volumes for her life, he felt a twinge of guilt under the pain he was feeling.
"I need ya to take care of Jubilee, she'll be safe here"
Dark Angel nodded as if he had asked a question instead of making a statement. Her eyes were clouded though.
"I will not keep her here by force, the restraint hurts to much"
He nodded, he could ask for no more, he hadn't wanted to ask this much but he was on the run again now, and having Jube's with him, that would be too much. It hurt to leave her behind, had hurt every time he'd had to do it, but now, it would hurt more to have her die on his account.
Nodding once to the slim silent figure in black he stood and strode off into the woods, he needed to think now, more than he ever had before, needed the solitude of nature.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice that Dark Angels eyes followed him until he was out of hearing distance before they turned back to the house and the it was to speak.
"You can come out now"
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She swore silently, she hadn't made a sound she was sure of it except for that tiny angry noise when she had found out the Wolvie planned to leave her behind again. But somehow Dark Angel had heard, and now she was probably going to get told off for eavesdropping. That's what any of the others would have done, and she felt pretty bad about it herself.
Stepping out of the shadows of the porch she met those dark purple eyes, they looked almost unreadable. Sadness was the only prevalent emotion, as of somewhere along the line life had beaten her with a stick and she was still recovering.
"Sit down Jubilee"
Her name was rolled off of her tongue, the voice was accentless, except for the odd catch around the vowels, she really would have liked to know where this woman come from. She obeyed though, sinking down onto the porch steps, slightly below and to the right of Dark Angel, she was upset enough to go on the defensive.
"I won't stay here, I'll go back to Westchester first"
Dark Angel didn't look upset, in fact she looked as if there was laughter at the back of her eyes.
"I didn't think you would, but Logan wanted it that way"
That made her really angry, how could he, after he promised, she had almost gotten to her feet to go after him when slim white fingers closed over her wrist.
"Don't, this decision hurt him to arrive at almost as much as it hurts you to hear. Perhaps more"
Hypocrite, how did she know? Well she was Wolvie's friend, but the woman was shaking her head.
"I'm an alpha class empath Jubilee, however hard I try not to 'hear' your feelings, and Logan's they're being shouted at me, I can't help but know"
Alpha class empathy, a blessing, perhaps, but it sounded more like a curse. No wonder she lived out here all by herself, and Daemon was obviously her baby…
"Does he have it too?"
For a moment there was confusion in Dark Angel's eyes and then understanding before she shook her head.
"Daemon inherited more from his father than me"
"His dad had wings?"
She didn't try to reign in her curiosity, it was as much as said that Dark Angel wasn't going to try to keep her here against her will, and she wasn't going to stay willingly. She had felt more alive on this trip than at any other time, and she was with Wolvie again, that was all important.
"No, those come from me, his fathers talents were more of an inward facing nature"
The sadness was back in Dark Angels eyes, but she didn't query it, she knew that look, the intense need for privacy. She had worn it and had it ignored lots of times. A wince traced those pale features.
"Speaking of wings"
Her voice rose slightly.
"Ta'nell, could you come here please"
There were sounds from inside, like someone coming down the stairs. Dark Angels eyes moved from the woods to meet Jubilees, the pain in them was raw.
"I was hoping Logan would have returned for this, it is a lot to inflict on someone, especially Ta'nell"
Before she could ask 'what the hells goin' on' the Prince appeared in the doorway, and Dark Angel shucked the black sweater she was wearing before turning away from them both.
A dark tattoo was revealed, it was stark, and yet beautiful, black wings, every feather perfectly etched spread over her back, there was a sheen to her skin, almost like sweat but pinkish tinged. She looked away and saw Ta'nell, he looked as if he was going to heave, and right over her.
"Angel, I, I can't"
Those eyes, more black than purple, looked over her shoulder at them, the pain in them was so deep.
"It will be worse if you don't, and I cannot vouch for my control"
The accent had escaped her, a pure British, a lot like Jono's mental voice. Ta'nell drew out a knife, but his hands shook so badly that he dropped it. Reaching out swearing she caught it before it hit her outstretched leg.
"bub, you've gotta watch what your doin' with these"
She met Dark Angels eyes, and could almost see what was expected of her, but she had to ask, her mind had pieced the bits together fast, college education would do that to you.
"I've gotta cut the wings free, right?"
Dark Angel nodded. 'Don't think about it Lee' her mental voice was firm 'you've done worse' and kneeling up she sank the knife into Dark Angel's skin.