I'M BACK! okay. sorry for the rather late update. :S Please don't hate! I do have school! Anyways. Here's Chapter 4. Sadly, this is just a bit of a filler, but it is still important! READ IT WEALTHY PEOPLE! READ IT! sooo... yeah.

None of the characters belong to me except my pretty little Sky. :D

Chapter 4

Sky POV

I was back at school, attempting to stay awake during AP French class. I hadn't been able to sleep last night due to the events that had occurred. It would be wrong on my part to admit that I had slept well. I had never controlled anyone's mind before like that. Sure I had made someone hallucinate once… but I was young and I didn't understand what was happening. Pull on my hair and of course I'll make you imagine yourself burning up.

"Miss Wesley!" My head sprang up from my desk and stared at Mrs. Brookes. She gave me a small snide smile and pointed back at the board. "Would you like to clarify for the rest of the students how to say this sentence?" I swallowed with difficulty and squinted, attempting to read the words. I heard and a sigh and looked back at the teacher. She rolled her eyes and looked at me, disappointed. "Read it out in English and then translate it." My mouth turned into a small 'o' and I smiled innocently.

"Hello. My name is insert-your-name-here and I am insert-your-age-here." The whole class snickered as Mrs. Brookes gave me a warning glance. I shrugged and prepared myself to translate it. "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Sky Wesley et j'ai dix-sept ans."

"Excellent!" She said in French. "Maybe you are actually listening while you sleep." She said turning back to the board and continuing on with her class.

I can do a lot more than that in my sleep.

After class, I headed for the cafeteria. I planned to get my food and leave the building to go outside on the grounds. Surprisingly enough, the green space around the school wasn't all that bad. It was the building itself that committed the crime. I stepped into the large crowded room and immediately placed my earphones in. The music slowly sank into my brain, blocking out everything else.

A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, making me stumble and lose my serene music. I turned around to face my aggressor, wide eyed. The blueness of the eyes caught me off guard.

"Scott." I breathed.

"Look-" I glanced around in desperate search for Nora.

"No!" I spat. "You tried to kill me!" I said lowering my voice to near a whisper.

"No. I didn't try… well, yes. But no!" He said confused. He sighed heavily and glared at me. "I tried to kill you so I can see for myself that you were-" He stopped and gave me the once-over. It wasn't the same one he had given me the day before. That's for sure.

"That I was what?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.

"Not here." He looked left and right and then gently took hold of my wrist, pulling me out of the cafeteria.

I unwillingly followed him and ducked my head low, making sure no one saw me. He directed me towards the gymnasium and closed the door behind us. I glanced over my shoulder at him suspiciously. He circled me and stopped in front of me, arms crossed on his chest. Not knowing what to do and feeling awkward under his stare, I placed my hands in my pockets and looked around, biting on my bottom lip.

"So… Are you going to tell me why you tried to kill me?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Why aren't you trying to run away or hide from me?"

"I asked my question first."

"Seriously? How old are you?" I shifted my weight to the left and crossed my arms on my chest, mimicking his pose.

"I'll act however I want to act."

"Don't be sassy with me, sweetheart. Answer me. Why aren't you attempting to run away?" I straightened myself up and took a few strides towards him, coming face to face with him. I couldn't tell him about what happened last night between my foster father and myself.

"Don't patronize me." I hissed.

"Well you aren't any better towards me." He said leaning down. I twitched, bringing my head back.

"I don't get why this is so important to you." I said closing my eyes and turning around, heading for the door. I pushed on it, it not moving an inch. "What did you do?" I asked shaking the handle more and more violently. "If this is your idea of a joke, it's seriously twisted and sick!" I snapped, facing him, anger boiling up inside of me.

"Sky is it?"

"Yes. Alright! Congratulations! You know my name! Now can you please unlock the door? I seriously don't need this right now."

"Sky. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I just found it odd how you had healed so quickly and how… well… you're still alive." I froze.

"What do you mean that 'I'm still alive'?" I asked, worry seeping into my tone.

He nodded once and walked up to me. He took a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. His touch was warm and careful, but something wasn't right. His blue eyes seemed to be painting a picture, taking in every detail of my face, to keep a memory. My lips parted, wanting to say something, but my mouth closed right away. I bit down on my tongue and closed my eyes tightly.

"Scott…" I hushed. "What did you mean?" I opened them again.

"The way I had pressed down on your throat was meant to kill you. It was meant to block your airways and stop oxygen from circulating to your lungs…" His fingers trailed down to my neck. "And then… your blood wouldn't have any oxygen to bring to your brain, and it would slowly shut down every organ in your body, trying to hold on to the tiny rest of it left. First go your abdominal vital organs, and then your brain tells your heart to slow down, not needing to pump so much blood." His eyes grew darker as they were pinned to my neck and his face took on an odd animalistic trait. He swallowed difficultly. "It would then come to a complete stop and your brain would have shut down. Forever." His eyes slowly came back up to mine. "So why are you still alive?"

I delicately placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away. I took many steps back and shook my head. I didn't know. That was the thing. I couldn't have been human. It would be physically and morally incorrect. It wouldn't make any sense.

"You aren't human." He took a step towards me. "You aren't animal." Another step. "My guess is either something celestial…" Another step. "Or one of us."

"Us? Who's us?"

"Descendant of an angel and a human… Descendant of a Nephilim." I laughed nervously.

"An angel and a human? What are you? Insane?! That's impossible! There's no such thing as angels!" I said stuttering. My palms grew damp and the back of my neck slowly started to transpire. Small beads of sweat rolled down my forehead and into my clothes.

"Why don't you seem so certain of this belief?" he asked taking my arm and pulling me closer to him. "I won't ask again. What. Are you?" He said through his teeth.

I couldn't handle it anymore. My eyes had been burning so much from the tears. I let them fall down my face and let the sobbing take over. I couldn't do it anymore. I was weak and useless at this point.

"I-I don't know!" I said closing my eyes and falling slightly against his chest, letting him support my weight. He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me away, looking straight at me.

"C'mon Sky! Just tell me! I won't say anything! I won't hurt you!"

"But you already have…" I muttered through sobs.

My whole chest began to hurt. A sharp pain grew from within my abdomen and spread out like fire through my body. A dim light appeared from behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes and looked down at my hands that were holding onto Scott's forearms. My hands heat up against his skin causing smoke to rise from the soon to be burning skin. He flinched and pulled his arms away, looking down at them. Two perfectly shaped hands were stamped onto him. He looked back at me in confusion. The door behind us bashed open just as I fell to the floor. I rolled onto my side and curled up into a ball. I didn't want to speak to anyone or anything. I didn't want to hear anything or anyone. A large dark figure came over me and pulled me into its arms. I heard muffled voices and fell sound asleep.

I woke up and gasped for air. My lungs were burning. Well they felt like they were. I looked down at my hands remembering what I had done to Scott. Scott! Was he alright?! What had I done?! I looked around to realize I was in the infirmary. I noticed someone sitting in a chair a few beds down. All I saw was the long legs. I didn't have to think twice to know exactly who it was: Patch. As though he knew I was awake, he got up from the chair and walked up to my bed. He sat down next to me and gave me a small smile.

Don't worry about Scott.

"How'd you-" He shook his head and pointed to his head. Do that…

Exactly. Now you're getting the hang of it.

What is this?

It's known as many names… but we like to use telepathy.

We? What is it with people and the common pronouns?

Yes, we. He smiled and leaned down, kissing me on the forehead. I've missed you.

Happiness overwhelmed me. He missed me. Wait. What? I looked up at him confused and frowned. He barely even knew me. And I was pretty sure he was going out with Nora. And well… he was in one of my dreams… that doesn't exactly make him lovable material. Not that he wasn't lovable. WHAT AM I SAYING?!

He had clearly seen that something wasn't working with the logic that was running through my brain. He snickered and pushed my hair back from my face.

"Make sure to get some sleep, Sky. We'll have enough time another time to talk about things." He squeezed my hand and left the infirmary. In all his annoyingness.

SO THAT WAS CHAPTER 4! What did you guys think?! despite it being a rather filler chapter. So Sky is having fun burning people and hurting people. this isn't a very moral filled story XD oops. SUE ME! XD THAT WAS A JOKE! :$

So... yeah. No characters belong to me except for my Sky!

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