Vengeful Love

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Chapter 2

February 22nd 1755

"Cameron…You don't have to take this path…" whispered Naomi, her pure white wings, with almost translucent tips, lightly moving behind her. "You can return with me…I've arranged it…It will be okay…" she urged, hope burning in her eyes. She reached out her arms, and frowned as Cameron flinched away from her.

"You what? Petitioned to have me accepted back? What about the rest of them? All of the other fallen? You expect me to abandon them to stay on earth for the rest of eternity?" his words cut through her like a sword. Her eyes began to water and she shook her head.

"But I love you Cameron…You love me…that is all that matters!" she cried. "I fought for you! I've risked everything to get to this point!" she whispered. Cameron shook his head and Naomi's eyes narrowed in pain. "You're…turning your back on me…To continue siding with the demons below…" she turned her own back and looked into the horizon, the snow covering all of the terrain below them, much like the day she had watched him a hundred years earlier. "Fine…but I cannot control what happens to you now…" she began to turn but as she fully faced him her eyes went wide. "Cam-"

"I will not betray my fellow fallen…Not for anyone…Not even you…I love you Naomi…" He had a bow raised, it's golden color glowing in the dim light around them, but the arrow was a starburst, one of the few deadly weapons against Angels. Before Naomi could react more then with a painful cry of terror, the starburst was released and shot towards her, stabbing her right through the heart.

"Cameron…I'll love you forever…" she croaked before her body began to fall, before disappearing into ashy particles.

"She's burning up…a serious fever…Naomi…dear…Can you hear me?" called Dr. Moore. Naomi opened her eyes slightly and looked around disoriented, the dream still fresh in her memory.

"Wings…beautiful wings…." She whispered, eyes sliding shut. "So…pretty…."

A sob could be heard from Mrs. Brigham, and then a reassuring pat from Mr. Brigham, "She's hallucinating….My poor baby!"

"We need to get her to a hospital…I can't do anything else for her here…" spoke the Doctor. It wasn't more than ten minutes when the ambulance arrived, EMT's rushing into Naomi's bedroom, sliding her burning body onto a stretcher and then carefully taking her down the stairs and into the emergency vehicle. Her mother was crying and her father got their own vehicle started to drive behind the ambulance. The whole time Naomi just laid on the stretcher, barely conscious as she looked back on the horrible dream. How could the Cameron guy kill his beloved? Who could do such a thing?

Suddenly her chest hurt and she moaned in pain, her eyes clutched shut as her hands raised to scratch at the scar on her chest. "It hurts…" she cried as hands reached out to restrain her. "It hurts!" she cried. It didn't last long before she was put to sleep by a sharp stab in her arm.

While Naomi was being transported to the hospital, a young girl named Gabbe walked through the hospital doors, humming softly to herself. Occasionally she would come to the hospital to volunteer, and today happened to be one of those days. She didn't normally volunteer at the San Bernardino County Hospital, but she figured even the colder parts of California deserved her wonderful care. As she signed in on the clipboard for volunteers she heard the doors of the emergency entrance fly open and several people rushed past her with a young girl on a stretcher.

"What's the patient's name?" cried out a nurse.

"Naomi Brigham, female, severe fever, hallucinations, and memory loss…We have no idea what's causing it. She became violent and had to be medicated…" replied one of the EMT's as they rushed her into a room. Gabbe watched with curious eyes, at least until her eyes moved down to peer at Naomi's face before she was pulled out of sight.

Gabbe's eyes widened and she fumbled for her phone, flipping it open she dialed a number. "You won't believe who I just saw…alive…." She whispered.

"Naomi…sweetie….it's Mom and Dad…we love you…don't forget that…" called a distant voice. Naomi groaned softly and turned her head, gasping harshly at the pain in her head. "Oh sweetie! Are you in pain?"

She opened her eyes and frowned. "Who…Where am I?" she mumbled curiously, her eyes squinted as the harsh hospital lights glared into her eyes.

"The hospital, baby…Do you remember who we are" asked her father. Naomi nodded slowly and looked around the room. Outside of her room, through a clear window, she saw a few young people, around her age, watching her. She didn't know any of them, so she didn't understand why they'd be looking through her window. Naomi moved to sit up and cried out, her parents quickly pushing her back down. "Don't move! Naomi…you ripped open your birth mark in a frenzy…its still very bad…" Naomi's eyes widened and she slid her hospital gown down so she could see and sure enough, the center of her chest was padding with gauze, gauze that was quickly turning red. "Oh no…NURSE! NURSE!" cried Mrs. Brigham.

Naomi cried out and she pulled off the gauze, crying at the sight of her brutalized chest. She was fumbling with the sheets atop her while she tried to fight off her mother and father's desperate attempts to keep her still. "Naomi! Lay down! You can't be up!" ordered her father as Naomi stumbled off her bed. She was still crying, her eyes filling with tears as they overflowed down her cheeks. Her parents inched towards her and Naomi continued to back up, until nurses flew in with needles in their hands, inching towards her as well. That was when Naomi bolted, trying to get past them and through the door to her room, but as she moved past them, another nurse, a large male stepped in and blocked her path. The other nurses sieged her arms and held her still while they slipped the needles into her skin, causing her eyes to become heavy. The last thing she saw were the eyes of the strange kids watching her in both horror and pity.