10
Twisted
She fell onto her back, a consistent amount of sobs escaping her lips and tears streaming down her eyes.
Footsteps were rushing quickly toward her but she made no sudden movement that she was about to get up; just lay there and cry.
"Leigh-Ann," Jace's voice said. He bent down next to her, his arms lifting her upper body and supporting it.
"That was really Gabriel," Magnus said in portrayed awe.
"Why are you crying?" Jace asked her. "You got your answers."
"I want to be Angel!" she screamed, pushing away from him. She stood up, tripped onto her knees, but stood up again walking off in an unknown direction. She couldn't see with her blurred vision and she completely ignored the yells of her name being thrown at her. Her legs went within large strides and she couldn't control her speed which she assumed was extremely fast because neither boy had yet to catch up to her.
She paused in her footing and turned quickly toward the east and growled. A Ravener was staring directly at her. Instead of doing what she'd normally do, which is throw her seraph blade, she charged at it and it back at her in satisfied entertainment. She held both hands in front of her and took it to the ground, rolling down the hill, and wrestling with it. When they reached the bottom, she pulled out her seraph blade, and yelled, "Gabriel!" and brought it down on him. The Ravener shrieked in pain and hissed up at her.
"It's things like YOUthat are the reason I'm suffering!" she screamed. The Ravener hissed at her.
"You'll be in your rightful place soon, Leigh-Ann Grace," it hissed. "And that rightful place is with demons!"
She drove the blade deeper into his chest. "Go back to Hell!" she screamed before slicing its head. It shrieked wildly before falling limp.
"Leigh-Ann!" a voice yelled from behind her. She stood up and turned around to Jace looking at her, bewildered.
"I know! I have black blood all over me!" she yelled, exasperated.
"No…you're…glowing," he replied.
"I'm…what?" she looked down and what he had said was accurate. Her whole body had a bright glow to it. It had begun to dwindle but it was there; proof enough that she was glowing.
"…What does that mean?" she muttered.
He came toward her slowly. "We need to get back. And you need to get cleaned up." He turned to Magnus. "Don't tell Alec about this, okay?" he told him. She looked at Magnus, who gave a small nod.
"Make us a new portal, Angel," Magnus told Leigh-Ann.
"Leigh-Ann," she emphasized before pulling out her stele in irritation. She walked up to a nearby tree and began drawing the same rune she had a little while ago. She stepped amongst it when it emerged and felt the familiar feeling of the portal before opening her eyes to see that she stood in the center of Magnus' living room.
"I don't want to be rude or anything," Magnus started.
"I know," Leigh-Ann replied. "We were just leaving."
"Well, I mean I don't want-"
"Demon blood smeared on your carpet; it's understandable." She headed toward the door with Jace at her heals but turned for a moment.
"And thank you for what you've done for me," she told him.
"Anything for the honor of an Angel," he replied, politely and a nice smile went across his lips. She returned it before going into the hallway and walked out the front door.
"Why'd you take off like that?" Jace asked. She looked over at him as they walked down the street.
"…I want to be an Angel," she repeated, though her voice was quiet.
"Leigh-Ann-"
"Jace, I want to be what I'm supposed to be and that is what Gabriel said I was. And by his tone," she sucked in a breath. "He sounded like he loved me like a father loves a daughter." Her voice had diminished into a whisper.
"Do you think that he may be your father?"
"Well, he's the father of all of us Angels, isn't he? I'm sure he loves all equally."
"But he said you were special."
"Special does not always mean what you think."
"But it could."
She stopped in her tracks and she stopped beside her. "Why are you so keen on helping me, Jace?"
"Nobody should have to go their whole life without being or at least knowing what and who they are."
She couldn't help but smile at him and be grateful that there was someone there standing next to her and ready to take on whatever was coming for her like her Aunt had.
"We should get back," he said.
"I have a faster way of doing this." She pulled out her stele.
"I like the way you think."
She smirked. "I don't think that's all that you like."