A/N: I take it you liked the last chapter M0TI0NL3SS? lol

Evangeline awoke curled against Bray's chest, his arms wrapped around her protectively. His body seemed impossibly warm beneath her and his warmth seemed to envelop her entire body. She'd never felt so safe before. She watched his sleeping face, his features so relaxed and calm. Her stomach grumbled beneath her and she frowned, not wanting to get out of bed yet. When she moved to crawl from under the covers she found that she couldn't, there was a weight on her back. She reached back to move the covers but there weren't any. Her hand grazed a thick material, it's texture somewhere between leather and velvet. Her eyes widened in shock, scared that some unknown entity was at her back. "Morning baby." Bray said, the sleep still thick in his voice. "Baby...is there something behind me?" She whispered to him. He opened his eyes and laughed. "Sorry.." With a whoosh the black material moved from behind her, spreading flat across the bed.

"That was...your wings?" She said in disbelief. "Yea...there's a few things we need to talk about." He said, the wings fluttering slightly against the bed. "That demon is gone, but there's still the matter what I am." She backed up onto her knees, ready to crawl off of the bed but his wings enveloped her again, pushing her back against his chest. "Don't leave. Let's talk for a minute." "You could have told me all of this last night!" She fussed. "You were exhausted. I didn't want to overload you with all of this." She raised her fingertips to her temples, rubbing them in small circles. "But it was okay to propose?" "It worked, didn't it?" He said with a sly smile. "When. Left here, I did some soul searching, if you will. I am a Nephilim after all..." " descent of angels and humans, right? Then why do you have black wings and not fluffy white ones?" He laughed again and spread his wings across the bed. "I'm a descendant of an angel, not an angel. It's only like two steps from a fallen angel." She sat straddle his waist and with one hand she reached out to touch a wing. "Don't be shy, touch them." He urged. The wings were composed of large black feathers, velvety to the touch but when she ran her hand across the top structure of the wing the feathers felt leathery. He closed his eyes at her touch, a sigh of pleasure welling up from his chest. "Was someone playing in your feathers while you were gone?" She asked. "No, you're the first person I've shown my wings too. I learned to control them while I was gone."

"Can you fly?" She asked. "I think so." He moaned as she an her fingers through the feathers. "I haven't really attempted it yet." "I thought nephilim were giants. You know, from what the Bible said and all." "I am 6'3" and big all over...especially where it counts." He grinned and she playfully punched his shoulder. "Be serious, will you?" "I am! After all, I've taken you to heaven a few times, right?" She shook her head but reached to run her fingers through the feathers of the wing she hadn't touched yet. "When you -well the demon, was choking me...who was the old woman that materialized." He frowned, lost in thought for a moment. "Sister Abigail. She passed away before you joined the family. Which is a shame, you would have loved her." He said, caressing her cheek. "She must approve of you, showing up when she did." "Who is she?" Evangeline asked. "She raised me, she and the other Sisters. But Abigail always favored me. She said there was something special about me, that I was the chosen one. She must have known I wasn't quite human." Evangeline thought as she petted his wing, her ear against his chest listening to the words rumble in his chest. A plan was forming in her mind, one that she wasn't sure if he'd go through with it.

After a while he sat up, his wings drawing up close to his back. "For right now, lets not tell anyone else about this. Okay? I don't know if they'd be able to handle it." Evangeline crawled across the bed and sat on her heels behind him, looking over the wings. They blocked out any sign of the wings he had tattooed on his back. She ran her finger down his spine, down the patch of bare skin between the wings. He moaned again, his wings shivering. "So will they always be here? Under your shirt?" "No." He replied and flexed his shoulders. The wings sort of melted beneath the skin, no marking behind to show they were once there. "What the..." She mumbled as she ran her hands along the smooth skin of his back. "That's impossible! That's crazy!" "I've seen you do some pretty impossible stuff over the years my girl." He laughed. Both of them were startled by a scream outside of their room door. He glanced back at her for a moment before they both sprang from the bed and he stuck his head out of the door and heard another noise. "Kitchen." He breathed before they both headed to the kitchen.

Kaitlyn sat on the floor against the kitchen counter and Luke crouched over her, holding her arm. "The hell...?" Evangeline said, sitting on the floor by her best friend, wiping away the big tears rolling down Kaitlyn's face. "A pan of grease got knocked over it. This looks pretty deep." Luke said, showing Evangeline the already angry red bubbling skin. "We'll take her to the hospital..." Bray offered, reaching for the truck keys but Erick stopped him. He pushed Luke away gently and crouched down beside Kaitlyn. "This is going to hurt really bad for a minute, but you can handle it. It'll make everything much better." He said quietly, taking her injured arm gently. "And don't thank me later, or I won't be able to do it again." He bowed his head and changed something under his breath as he held her fingers just above the burn. Evangeline held her other hand and Kaitlyn gritted her teeth, crying out as a fresh wave of pain washed over her arm. Luke, Kane, and Bray gathered around and watched intently as the bright redness subsided slowly. As he finished chanting the redness calmed to an angry bruised color but the skin no longer melted. "How does it feel?" He asked her. "Better. It doesn't burn as badly. Th-" "No no." He interrupted. "Remember, don't." She nodded. "Ice it for the rest of the day and you'll be okay." Luke stood and grabbed a plastic bag, filling it with ice for her. Bray patted Erick on the shoulder. "I've never seen that done before man, that's amazing." Luke wrapped the plastic bag in a dishtowel and pressed it lightly to her burn as Evangeline held her hand. Kaitlyn turned to her with a grin, "Now that my excitement is over with, did I see something silver on your hand?" "You're terrible and I hate you!" She laughed, flashing her hand to her. "If someone would purpose to me, we could have a double wedding!" Kaitlyn teased. Luke threw up his hands and looked at Bray. "You're making me look bad, man!"