Vengeful Love

Chapter 5

"Wake up sleepy head…you sleep so much!" called a female voice from above Naomi. Slowly she opened her eyes and almost screamed, the girl Arriane stood above her bed, prodding her with a black fingernail. "Good you're up…We are going to go to a party on the beach and we want you to come with us…"

"Who is us? Exactly?" asked Naomi drowsily. She sat up, still in her white wrap around sweater. She stood from the bed and slipped it over her head, not caring if anyone saw her in her bra, they were all girls anyway. She slipped a black tank-top over her head and then put the sweater back on.

"The whole crew you met this morning…as well as half the school…Well like…eighty of us…" replied Gabbe from across the room, she was applying some make-up to her beautiful face. "Wanna go?" she asked.

"Sure…why not…" Naomi mumbled, slipping her cellphone into her pocket as she slipped on different shoes, some white flip-flops. She liked the feel of sand between her toes.

"Awesome!" Arriane grinned and linked arms with Gabbe and Naomi, before they all departed for the beach.

Once there it was amazing. It wasn't a huge get together, but everyone was broken up into different little groups around separate fires. Some people had music playing, whole others played music from acoustic guitars, or harmonicas. There were some hotdogs and sodas lying around on foldout tables, and the moon was high in the air. For the middle of winter, it wasn't very cold, a lot different from where she was used to.

"Hey guys!" called Roland from a fire. Gabbe and Arriane rushed over smiling, but Naomi broke off and headed towards the waters edge, where there were some rocks of varying sizes gathered. She could climb them easily, and get a beautiful view of the ocean. So she did. Slowly she scaled the large rocks and looked out over the moonlit ocean, the waves occasionally spraying her gently with droplets of icy water. Laughter and fun filled the beach behind her, but she didn't really care. She wasn't upset, or moody at the moment, she was happy, peaceful.

((OMG MY FAVORITE SCENE SO FAR!))"Hey…don't you want to come join the actual party," spoke a voice from below her. She glanced over and saw Cam standing at the bottom of the rock pile. "It can't possibly be very warm up there…" he noted.

"It's fine…it's nice up here…quiet…beautiful…" she spoke, almost breathless. "Maybe you should come up and see for yourself," she teased, taking a moment to notice she was flirting. A warm blush crossed her cheeks as she watched him contemplate joining her. At first she thought he was going to turn her down, but he smiled and followed up behind her. "See…." She pointed out at the ocean. "Beautiful…"

"I've seen more beautiful things…" Cam whispered, his eyes looking out at the water. Even though he was there, he didn't actually seem to be there for real. Like his mind was somewhere else.

"Like what?" Naomi asked softly.

"You…" he responded after a moment, turning his dazzling green eyes on her, with their gazes locked, Naomi felt a strong pull towards him. She stepped forward, closing the space between them, and leaned against his side, laughing quietly.

"There isn't anything special about me…besides you don't know me at all…" she teased him lightly, as she stood up straight again, staying a few inches away from him. The pull to fall into his arms was still there, but she tried her best to ignore it.

"You know…I know a lot more than you think…" he answered honestly.

"Yea ri-" lips crashed into her own and she felt a strong arm loop around her back, her eyes wide with surprise. He was kissing her. She closed her eyes slowly, being pulled into a dark void where only Cam, this strange new person in her life existed. She'd known him less than a day, so she didn't know where this strange pull was coming from. Suddenly she gasped, pushing away from him to clutch at her chest, her eyes wide once more, but this time with searing pain.

"Naomi?" Cam asked, his voice alarmed. "Naomi, what's wrong?" he urged her. She started to back up, her chest rising and falling painfully, her chest burning. Images began to flash in front of her vision and she quickly became confused, so much information flying through her at one time. "Naomi! NO!" cried Cam as he rushed towards her, but he was too late, she was falling from the rock, her lips parted in a silent scream as she fell. Everything ended abruptly as she hit several rocks and then slid to the sand, more pain shooting through her. The beach went silent and people came rushing towards her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew everyone had felt it. The surge of power that had suddenly swarmed through her, that thrummed in her chest as she laid on the sand, painfully trying not to fall into an unconscious state. Cam was next to her, his eyes wide and full of an unknown terror. She tried to question his fright, but she couldn't speak. Her throat was closed up and she arched her back as a scream built up inside of her. Moments later it spilled from her lips, a beautiful sound for something so filled with pain. She knew nothing else of what happened. She knew people were carrying her, talking to her, fawning over her, but all she knew were the memories flooding her vision and mind.

It seemed like hours later she came back to reality, her sight clearing of the memories, and instead being filled with the image of white walls. Was she back in the hospital? No. It smelled like a simple nurse's office. The first thing she noticed was Francesca standing next to her, smiling.

"Naomi? Are you back with us?" asked the woman in a quiet voice.

"Where am I now?" asked Naomi with a frown.

"A healing room in the lodge…where we had our session yesterday…"

"Yesterday? It's Monday? What time is it?" asked Naomi, she turned her head to find a window, but all she saw was darkness and then a face. A beautiful, beautiful face, but one that filled her with terror. "YOU!" she cried out, her fists bunching up and her chest thrumming both painfully and warmly. Like power was rising up inside of her. Naomi moved to get up, but Francesca quickly grabbed her wrist.

"I see you remember everything…" she said with a frown. "Please Naomi…relax..he isn't a threat.."

"HE KILLED ME!" she cried out, pulling her wrist as hard as she could. She remembered everything. She was an Angel, and true Angel, not one of the Fallen Angels that surrounded her, or the Nephilim children that flooded Shoreline Academy. She was a true, holy Angel. She was powerful, or she was powerful before Cameron, her love, killed her. She was then forced to live in darkness until she was reborn, into a human family. She had her memories, but she no longer had her power, at least not at the moment. Because of her lack of power, she was unable to get out of Francesca's grasp. "I'm so weak…" she whispered, unhappy with the realization.

"I'll just…go…" mumbled Cameron quickly as he fled the room. Daniel went after him, but Arriane, Gabbe, and Roland stayed behind.

"I'm leaving this place…Now…" Naomi grumbled, finally getting away from Francesca's death grip on her wrist. She stood up straightening her sweater and heading towards the door. Roland stopped her and shook his head. "Move…please…I can't stay here…"

"You can't leave…it's dangerous…" said Francesca from behind her.

"How so?" asked Naomi, clearly annoyed.

"You do not have your full strength, yes it is somewhere inside of you…but you cannot wield it…and now people know of your return…some will take that as an opportunity to take an Angel, a true Angel into their grasp. And you won't be able to stop them. You must stay with us where you will be protected. When your soul was awakened…it threw out a burst of power that alerted any Fallen, or Outcast within the vicinity of the surrounding states. They are already on their way to hunt you down…"

"So be it…I died once…and see nothing in my future to brighten the current situation. If they wish to wield me...oh well. I am not staying here with you all. Not a chance…" she growled. "I gave a chance to one of you…a chance to be welcomed again…and who knows…that chance could have sprouted to give you all a chance…but it was turned down. You're not worthy of my presence! If you are the ones to protect me..I want no protection…"

The faces around her were filed with surprise and utter confusion. She took this moment to push past Roland and out of the lodge's healing room. She headed as far from the lodge as she could, and didn't turn back to look. She could feel eyes on her back, and she knew it was Cam and Daniel, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore, not since the betrayal.