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Chapter 18

Waking up the next morning I sighed and thought about last night.
Walking downstairs I smiled at Sam, and took a seat at the table. Suddenly we heard a crash outside. Looking at each other we ran outside to see what had happened. Turns out the things from last night were blowing the trees apart. I glaring at them I felt my feathers ruffle, glaring at the thing in the center I realized that he looked different than the rest. He looked more human, his skin was white and his teeth were strait, but he was covered in tattoos that seemed to be moving. Glancing at Sam I knew we couldn't take the trio on alone. Never taking my eyes off the enemy I could tell they had spotted us.
"Sam. Go get the other Angels; they're staying up the hill. Then call the pack."
He took one look at me, nodded, and took off.
Walking up to the trio I stared at the leader, who was smirking at me.
"Well, well, if it isn't the little princess. I haven't seen you since I killed your parents."
Growling at them I forced myself to focus. Locking eyes with the leader I watched as he remembered how he slaughtered everyone in detail, especially my parents. Feeling something snap in me I threw myself at him, he just laughed, grabbed me by my throat and threw me to the side. Hitting the ground, I slowly stood up, my wings flipped ones. Glaring at the leader, I heard a voice in my head.
'You won' beat him like that Liz.'
'Then how do I beat him mom?'
'There is a power in Angel's that awakens when an enemy knocks them out. You will not remember anything that happens. And you will not stop until one of you is dead.'
"Alright."
Running full speed at him I wasn't surprised when he kicked me into a tree, causing me to blackout.

Finally I came back to my senses to see Paul looking down at me, worry written all over his face.
Looking behind him he called that I was awake.
"What happened?"
Alex laughed as he walked up, caching my attention.
"That was both stupid and smart Liz. How did you know your powers would awaken like that?"
"My mom told me."
He nodded and walked off. Slowly I sat up, taking in my surroundings. There were a few trees uprooted, but other than that everything looked fine.
Turning to Paul I threw my arms around his neck. He smiled down at me, wrapping his arms around my waist; he stood up, bringing me with him. Curling into him I realized how sore I was. Stepping back I realized I was covered in bruises, scrapes, and dirt. Slowly Brittany approached me.
"Now hunny, we can heal you up so don't freak out."
"Why would I freak out?"
With a sigh she pulled out a small mirror, handing it to me she told me to flex my wings one at a time.
Doing as she said I say that my right wing was missing several feathers. Shrugging my shoulders I lifted my left wing and gasped. Three inches of my wing had been cut off; dried blood stained my silver feathers. Feeling my knees start to give out, Paul grabbed me before I could collapse. Handing the mirror back to Brittany I walked back into the house, well aware of every ones eyes on me. Reaching my bathroom I drew myself a bubble bath. Stripping down I turned to see the little feathers that connected my wings had been ripped out. Sinking into the bath I allowed myself to cry, thinking I was alone. Until Paul entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, he sat next to the tub looking down at me.
"Stop crying Liz, please?"
"I can't."
He sighed; gently he grabbed my injured wing and started lightly washing it. With a small smile I leaned forward and handed him a wash cloth. Taking it he continued to wash my wings until they were both clean. I whimpered when I felt him place a light kiss between my wings, carefully avoiding my injuries.
Rolling my shoulders I sighed as he started massaging my back.
"Paul?"
"Hm?"
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get you to relax."
I smiled as he continued what he was doing.
Looking behind me I smiled at him.
"Can you turn around?"
He laughed but turned around so I could climb out and pull on my fluffy white robe.
Watching him stand up with his back to me, with a light smile I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed the center of his back. Walking back to my room, I started going threw my clothes as Paul took a seat on my bed. Turning around I smiled as I realized how tired he was.
"Lay down Paul."
"Why?"
"Cause I wanna make you relax a bit."
"Alright."
With a shrug he laid down on his stomach as I climbed onto my bed, straddling his waist I started working on his shoulders, working the knots lose. Hearing someone clear their throat I glanced up, smiling when I saw Matt leaning against the doorframe, leaning back on my heels. We stared at each other for a minute.
"We're headed out."
"Oh. You're not staying?"
"No, you'll be safe here."
"Oh."
Matt turned his gaze to Paul.
"Better take care of her."
"I will."
He nodded as he walked off. Sitting up a bit more to crawl off of Paul which caused Paul to roll over and pull me back down. Smiling at him I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"You are being awfully touchy today."
"Seeing you in that sort of a rage, watching you get hurt, and thinking that you were dead made me realize just how much you mean to me."
I smiled at him shyly, leaning down I gave him a quick peck on the lips. Slowly Paul sat up making me sit in his lap. Reaching into his jean pocket he pulled out a small box.
"I was going to wait before I did this, but I don't want to lose you again. Elizabeth? Will you marry me?"
I sat back in shock as he opened the box to revile a beautiful diamond ring, throwing my arms around him I felt myself start crying.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes!"
He laughed as he slipped the ring onto my finger. Leaning up I kissed him.
Happy to know I had found a family to be with.

THE END

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