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 four

Warren flew for almost two hour. He flew thousands of feet up in the air, just because he could. It helped him clear his mind. When he finally landed on the roof of the school his back ached from the strain, but in a good way. The sun was up and the air was starting to heat up. He sat on the edge of the roof for a couple of minutes before he walked back towards his room. On the way he decided to check up on Erika. He was worried about her. She seemed depressed, and he wasn't convinced that she was to be trusted not to harm herself. She seemed to take her mutation badly, but as he thought back at the time his wings had shown he hadn't taken it very good himself.

When he reached her door he could see that it was slightly ajar and he peaked in. The door almost fell of its hinges when he threw it open and burst into the room. Erika spun around, but this time she didn't loose the knife, but kept it over the fresh cut, ready to slash once more. She looked at him, anger easily noticeable on her face. He reached the bed and reached for the knife, but she hid it behind her back. A fight for the knife developed, and they soon fell to the floor, rolling around. She cut open several gashes on Warren's body with her spikes, but he didn't seem to notice them.

As they hit the wall he got the upper hand and got hold of both her wrists, straddling her down to the floor. She held on to the knife, and he couldn't reach it without letting go of her wrists. He tried to calm her down but she wriggled and kicked out, trying to get loose. Suddenly Warren felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder and he looked down towards it. One of her sharp wing spikes protruded from it. She had managed to get one wing loose and stabbed him with the spike right trough his shoulder. He groaned in pain and as his grip loosened she managed to get free from his grip and leap to her feet.

She backed towards the opposite wall while lifting the knife, cutting at the wound again. She bit a hole in her lower lip, but barely noticed the iron taste on her tongue from the blood that came forth. She let the knife cut some more, feeling flesh tear beneath the sharp blade. The pain was intense, and she trembled badly. The knife threatened to drop several times. She closed her eyes to concentrate, and suddenly felt the air get knocked out of her as Warren had gotten to his feet and pushed her into the wall. The knife fell clattering to the floor. She snapped open her eyes and looked at him with disgust in her eyes. He had once again gathered her hands and held them pinned to the wall above her head. The wound on his shoulder bled, and his t-shirt were soaked trough with the red fluid. Their hands were sticky with blood from them both. He looked her in the eyes and seemed furious. His voice was raised almost to a yell when he spoke to her.

"I told you not to do anything stupid!" She looked back at him defiantly and stuck out her bloody bottom lip, making her look like an insolent child. Warren dropped her hands with a sigh, and dragged her into an embrace. She stood as rigid as a statue. He whispered into her ear.

"Why won't you listen? Please don't do this to your self." Erika started to tremble violently as the tears overwhelmed her and she broke down. They stood like that for a long time, till she calmed down. She finally pushed him slightly away from her and looked at him. Her eyes were red brimmed from the tears and dried trails could be seen down her cheek. The cut in her lip had closed, and the blood washed away.

He pushed her hair behind her ear and leaned in tentatively and stopped a few inched from her face. As she didn't pull back he leaned in further, and his lips sought out hers. At first she stood motionless, but then she opened up to the kiss and kissed him back. The kiss was light and Erika relaxed into it. Her lips parted slightly to let his tongue in. His tongue was as soft as his lips, and he moved in slow motions, not rushing her. She felt her mind ease, and hadn't her back throbbed from the cuts she could've forgotten all about her wings. All too soon his mouth left hers and she was left alone against the wall. She opened her eyes and sought out his. He was standing a few feet away from her and his eyes avoided hers.

"I really shouldn't do this, it's wrong. You are too vulnerable." His eyes didn't connect with hers while he spoke. She wanted to answer, wanted to let him know that nothing was wrong, that she wasn't vulnerable, and all she needed was him. But the words were nowhere to be found, she couldn't even seem to open her mouth. He sighed and turned, leaving her alone in the room. On the way he picked up the knife. She stood, rooted to the spot and stared after him. Small tears fell from her eyes and dripped down her cheeks that were already sore from crying.

Ten minutes later Erika's tears seemed to have dried up. She tried to figure out what to do. Whether she should leave Warren alone, or tell him what she wanted to say when he left. It really wasn't much to think about. She ran out in the hallway, looking for him. The corridor seemed deserted and she ran to the common room, hoping to find him there. She pulled open the door and ran inside. She saw him standing by the window and slowly walked over. He didn't seem to notice her so she lifted one hand and gently stroke his left arm. He shied away from her touch. Erika walked around him so she could look at his face. His face seemed somewhat hard and resolute, eyes staring outside the window, lips clenched together. She lifted her hand and this time placed it firmly on his shoulder, the one she hadn't stabbed earlier. His gaze dropped towards the hand, and this time he didn't shy away.

"Warren, please. I'm so sorry. I never…" she didn't get to finish her apology before he interrupted her.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear what you have to say. You disgust me." Erika's eyes filled with tears once again, even though she didn't think she would have anymore left. It hurt to hear him say that. She had thought that when he kissed her, it had meant that he liked her, but now she wasn't sure. His voice was so hard, so filled with hatred. It reminded her of her mother's voice when she saw the wings. She couldn't see why he had changed so suddenly.

"I hate you, get away from me you monster." At these words Erika could stand it no longer and ran of in a hurry. She reached her room, and seeing the open window there jumped out of it. She spread her wings fully for the first time, and could only hope they would carry her. The ground came closer and closer, and she screamed in terror, but in the last moment she could feel her wings catch an air pocket and lift her towards the sky. She soon disappeared from the view of any onlookers.

Warren walked with hurried steps back to his room. He dropped the knife on the nightstand and dropped down on bed. He felt stupid and regretted having kissed Erika. He didn't really know why he had done it, but it was just something special about her, he felt like he could identify with her, both having wings and all. He just wished she wasn't so depressed about it, wings really were no curse. He sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't know what he should say to her the next time he saw her. He wanted to kiss her again, but he was afraid she didn't know what she wanted, and he didn't want to do anything wrong.

He turned and buried his face in the pillow. Ten minutes later he suddenly woke and leapt to his feet. A scream had waked him from the light sleep he had drifted into. He walked over to the window and looked outside. He could see the outlining of someone high in the sky. A small dot with large wings spreading wide. It couldn't be anyone other than Erika.

He frowned and weighed his options. He wasn't sure whether he should follow her or let her fly alone. He knew she had never flown before, and knew that the first time could be a little rocky. When he first flew he had ended up crashing with a lamppost and shattering his bedroom window. When his father had discovered that he had been flying he had banned him from ever doing it again, something Warren had obeyed, at least most of the time. Ever so often he snuck out in the middle of the night to stretch his wings. It didn't take long until he flew well, not crashing into things, and landing gracefully.

He decided to leave her alone. He felt like he had butted too much in her life already and didn't want to push her away. She would return when she felt like it, hopefully in one piece.