The tires screeched and the smell of hot rubber scraping against cool concrete was overruled by the sound of crashing metal twisting into another. I was thrown from the car on impact, my rib cage slamming into pavement and glass as I landed on my side, rolling a good five feet before finally stopping to lie on my back. I heard people screaming, shouting things that my incoherent ears had a hard time understanding.

"Call 911!"

"Get an ambulance!"

"She's not moving!"

Not moving? Were they talking about me? I could feel nothing yet everything at the same time. My eyes were open, but still and I could see the stars shining overhead. I was bleeding; I could feel it surrounding my body. It was warm but made me cold, or maybe I was shivering with fear. I don't know how long it took for the ambulance to get there. All I knew was that the supernatural white light that everyone says they see before they enter death never came, yet there was no darkness for me either. Instead I was left to examine the world with my own mortal eyes.

Three, fairly solid figures stood around me, all male, all with wings. Angels of death perhaps? Here to take me to my judgment day? I was quick to realize it was nothing like that. They all crouched around me, one at each of my sides and the third by the tip my legs. The angel who stood to the right of me had strong features. Six stunningly white wings exploded from his back and I could partially make out what seemed to be strait and exotic blonde hair in the dim and mournful glow of the passing moonlight. There was something bright, comforting and warm attached to his waist, though the angle I was positioned in didn't allow my eyes to examine it. His hands were strong, I knew this because he held mine, gently stroking the skin that hadn't been bitten by the asphalt, coaxing me to stay alive.

This, above everything else was not comforting. An Angel was persuading me to stay alive instead of making the dream a reality. I knew the Angel's names to my left immediately thanks to the Angel to my right.

"How's it coming Raphael?" The Angel's voice to my right was strong, deep yet gentle.

Raphael, that name sounded familiar. Did I know anyone named Raphael? Maybe. I couldn't think strait, my head was pounding. Did I have a concussion?

"I don't know, Michael. She's lost so much blood." The angel to my left responded to the previous question.

I shifted my eyes to look at the one who went by the name of Raphael. His features were gentle and sweet. Yet his warm hazel eyes held a stream of curiosity in them, almost as if it were a constant thing. His hair was short and a sandy blonde that matched his eye color almost perfectly. He looked like the type of person who liked to play practical jokes, or tell them just to make people laugh.

Raphael and Michael. My head was throbbing now more than before. Why did it hurt to try and remember? I took note of Raphael's four wings compared to Michaels six. What was the difference? Maybe Michael just liked being flashy, or something. But who was this mysterious Angel toward the bottom of my legs? It was almost like he was watching over me. His jet black shoulder length strait hair shimmered with the radiance of the night sky. He was tall, but I guess that's not saying much with me sprawled over the pavement. His eyes were a shocking blue that seemed to paralyze me even though in all logic, I really wasn't going anywhere to begin with. He had just two wings, but I took notice of there massive size as they extended out to the side and out of my field of vision. There was something so comforting, so familiar about all of this, that it frightened me.

"H...how is my mother?" I gurgled out through a mouth full of blood that I could feel running down my chin and over my neck. My eyes passed over all of their angelic faces.

They each stopped and looked at me, shock streaking through their eyes and molding into their faces.

"You...you can see us?" Raphael looked strait into my eyes. My vision was starting to go. It hurt to speak, but I couldn't nod in response.

"Ye...yes." The word came with a painful gasp. That's when I decided I was done talking. Their Angels, couldn't they just read my mind?

"Uhhh...Mike..." I watched Raphael extend his hand and poke Michael in his masculine bicep, who just ignored the random physical contact. "She's not supposed to be able to see us...is she?"

I couldn't make out much of what they were saying while I was slowly slipping unconscious. Then I heard sirens mixed with voices.

"Over here! We've got a live one!"

A live one? That phrase sent chills down my spine. Who was dead? Mother? Was Mother dead? Or was it the person who had collided into us?

The paramedics ran ove to me and I watched the three Angelic men ascend into the air to hover over me while the paramedics strapped me to a backboard and then a stretcher. I wanted so badly to extend my hand to them and I didn't even know why. I wanted to feel Michaels hand on mine again, I didn't want Raphael's presence to leave me and I didn't want to be away from the protecting blue eyes of that mysterious angel. They wheeled me inside the ambulance. Don't leave. I became afraid. Don't leave me. Can't they hear me?! In a desperate act to hang on to my winged protectors I thrust out my hand, extending my arm. Pain immediately shot threw my body, but I suppressed it.

"Don't leave me!" I screamed it, finding the voice I thought I had lost in the accident. My hand went weak, my fingers curling under and it fell heavily back to my side while tears mixed with blood began to stream from my face as the darkness took over my vision. But before I did, I saw the black haired Angel rush forward in an attempt to stay by my side. But Michael and Raphael stopped him, grabbing him by his arms and pulling him back. Michael's voice singing over the sirens.

"Don't! Lucifer!"

Lucifer...so his name was...Lucifer. I smiled to myself as I lay strapped to that stretcher before my whole body lost all its strength and I tumbled into the abyss of darkness.