Vengeful Love

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Chapter 4

The sun was shining through the window, casting a glare on Naomi's face. She slowly opened her eyes, looking around and smiling slightly when she saw Gabbe asleep at the end of her bed. She must have stayed next to her the entire night. Carefully she got up from the bed and moved to get something new to wear. She pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a white wrap around sweater, paired with a pair of white flats. A few swipes of mascara and some lips gloss, a brush and a jeweled hair clip later, and Naomi looked like the beautiful Naomi Brigham she used to be. But no matter what she put on as her mask, she was never going to get over the broken and torn feelings inside of her.

Gabbe stirred and woke up with a yawn. "Hey you…feeling better?" she asked softly. Naomi nodded and smiled.

"Good…Thanks a lot for last night…you didn't need to stay…" she said sheepishly, blushing warmly. Gabbe dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand and moved across to her side of the room, pulling out some clothes and then grabbing her phone. "Breakfast?" Naomi offered with a small laugh.

Gabbe looked surprised that she'd offered to willingly attend breakfast and nodded happily. "Of course! I want to introduce you to MY friends…" she giggled softly and then grabbed Naomi's hand. They were headed towards the door when a knock was heard. Gabbe opened it with her free hand and it swung open, revealing a small group of kids. "Hey! Perfect…I was just going to come find you guys…" said Gabbe. "Okay Naomi…this is Daniel…" she pointed to a blonde haired boy, "That's Roland…" she pointed to a boy with dreadlocks, "This is Arriane…and that is Cam…" she pointed to two more people, but Naomi's eyes were froze on the boy named Cam. He looked so familiar that she felt fear creep up her back. He was looking at her with the same look on his face and Naomi took an involuntary step back, her eyes wavering. "Naomi…what's wrong…" asked Gabbe, her tone concerned.

She was aware of everyone's eyes on her and then she found a memory flash before her eyes. "You…You were all…at the hospital…that..that day…I saw you…All of you…" Naomi mumbled. "This isn't right…you're all….here…but I wasn't near here…."

A hand was placed on Daniel's shoulder and Francesca pulled him gently aside to reach for Naomi. "Naomi…come on dear…it's time for a session…Come on…it's alright…" she reached forward, taking Naomi's hand from Gabbe's. Naomi didn't move at first, so Francesca moved closer, wrapping an arm around Naomi's shoulders. "Come on…don't worry…everything's okay…We're just going to talk…"

Naomi looked them all over again before letting herself be led away by her "therapist", aware of their eyes still lingering on her even as she turned around. "I know them…I remember seeing them at the hospital, Mrs. Francesca…I don't..I don't understand."

Francesca nodded, and consoled her as they walked across the school's yards and towards the beautiful lodge, hidden away. "Tell me anything on your mind…" she murmured when they entered her office, sitting down in nice plush seats across from each other.

"I'm so scared…" she whispered. "I keep losing myself…My memories…those people that brought me here….I don't know who they are…they say they are my parents…but I don't remember them. I don't remember their names…or where I went to school, or who my best friends were…or how old I am…I don't even know if I have a middle name!" she whispered sadly, her eyes watering. "And these dreams! These horrible dreams! Every night! I keep having the same dreams about this strange world!"

"Tell me about the dreams, dear…."

"They're full of Angels…and demons…and shadows…and love….And He keeps killing her! He keeps killing Naomi…Naomi…this girl…this Angel who wanted to help him! But he keeps killing her! They loved each other…but everytime he shoots her with an arrow!" she cried.

"Naomi…you realize…your name is Naomi…just like the girl in the dream…?"

"My name…my name is…Oh…Oh dear no…I…I'm the one being killed? I'm the one being betrayed? These dreams make no sense! I've never had a boyfriend! Ever! Let alone one named Cam…Cameron?" she groaned in frustration. "Mrs. Francesca…I don't understand….What's wrong with me…" she cried softly.

Francesca stood and kneeled in front of Naomi. "These dreams…aren't dreams…they're memories…" she whispered. "Memories of your past…" Francesca whispered. Naomi's eyes went wide and she shook her head, unbelieving her teacher/therapist. But before she could argue everything went black and she went limp in the chair.

Francesca stood up and lifted Naomi out of the chair, cradling her in her arms. "You probably won't remember any of this…" she whispered sadly. "It won't be long before you awaken…" She opened the door to her office with her foot and carried Naomi back towards the dorm. Halfway there she ran into Daniel, and Cameron who looked worried at the sight of Naomi unconscious.

"Is she okay?" asked Daniel, eyes narrowed. Cameron stood silently, a look of pain across his face.

"She's fine…just had a little episode and passed out…It won't be long now…Are you ready Cam? She recognizes you already…" Francesca said with a half-smile. "I think by tomorrow she'll be ready to enter the classes with the rest of you…She'll understand enough by then…"

"Francesca…let me get this straight…She's not fallen like us, nor a Nephilim like the other students…She's actually an Angel? Reborn onto earth? For what reason?" asked Daniel, his voice filled with confusion.

"She is indeed an Angel, untainted or fallen, but the reason for her rebirth…I do not know…"

"Revenge…she wants revenge for the pain she felt in her death…" whispered Cam before he turned on his heel and walked away. Daniel looked at him as he left and then turned to Francesca.

"Is he right?"

"He could be…he very well could be…."