AN: If you read this please i beg you reveiw.

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I woke up dry, safe, and with a pounding headache. I also became completely aware that someone was placing something cold and wet on my forehead. My eyes snapped opened and connected with a pair of black eyes. Of course, I had to jump. The pain coursed through my body as if thousands, upon thousands of needles were planted up and down my back. I tried to use my own healing powers but it didn’t do squat.

“Relax,” I heard woman’s voice murmur, and I felt a hand on my shoulder and the pain eased. I sighed in relief.

“Thank you,” I croaked trying to focus on the person’s face. She was about Jessie’s age, with light blonde hair and night sky eyes.

“Not a problem,” the woman said with a sweet smile.

“Who are you?” I whispered, my throat was getting sore, and I didn’t recognize her.

“My name is Naomi. I started as your maid as of yesterday, but… I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself.” She said briskly, taking off the wet cloth from my head and dipped it into a bowl she was holding. Squeezing it tightly, she replaced it on my head, cool relief followed.

There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask. Let’s just say I wasn’t the most trusting per—creature in the world. Plus, there were only three people I fully trusted: Jessie, my little brother Tommy, and my Uncle Samson, who owned the manor. But right now my head and my throat hurt, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment.

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep and was woken up by someone grabbing my hand. Once again I jumped in my sleep and pain surged up and down my back, the same hand released some of the angel healing, receding the pain. That didn’t mean it eased my crankiness, though.

“If someone makes me jump one more time in my sleep, I’m going to kill ‘em!” I muttered, my body ached—something that healing couldn’t cure.

“Now, now my little fire ball just relax,” I opened my eyes, to see an older version of Jessie, except this guy had ice blue eyes. He sat on the edge of my bed, smiling pleasantly at me.

“Uncle Sam,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Yes, yes I’m here,” he said giving me one of his famous smiles. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I have been hit by a stupid car,” I said half jokingly, Uncle Sam chuckled shaking his head, his blue eyes sparkled.

“How is your wing?” He asked seriously, I glanced over at my wing, it took the up the rest of my king size bed; my other wing was tucked neatly underneath me. There were several patches of missing feathers, suggesting that I wouldn’t be able to fly for awhile. Cautiously I tried to raise my hurt wing, but winced as a sharp pain coursed through it.

“Not bad,” I said lying through my teeth.

“You’ll need to rest for a few more days and then your wing should be healed,” I could feel Uncle Sam’s eyes on me, but I didn’t dare look into them. “Ari, you weren’t supposed to leave the manor.”

I didn’t answer.

“You lost a lot of blood, those wounds to your shoulder and your wing…” His voice quavered, and I couldn’t help but look into his eyes.

“I hate being stuck inside this stupid manor,” I said bitterly, not only surprising my Uncle but also myself. “I-I just wanted the taste of freedom. Even if it was for a few hours, it was worth it! Even if I was almost killed I loved it! I’m not sorry for doing it.”

There was silence, dead silence, and then my Uncle started laughing, one of his carefree laughs. I looked at him confused and he laughed harder.

“You remind me so much of your mother,” He said wiping the tears from his eyes, from laughing so hard or could it be something else? “You had that stubborn look, she always gave when she stood up for something she thought was right.”

A deep sadness filled my heart; my parents were killed by a group of angels called the Extreme. I was about four-hundred thirty years old, roughly about ten years old in human years when they were killed. I have vampire and angel blood, meaning I can live for a very, very, long time. If you’re curious, like I know you human creatures are, I’m five-hundred and sixty years old (fifteen in human years), and I know you want to know Jessie’s age. He is nine hundred, about nineteen in your human years. Well anyways, my mother’s brother (Uncle Sam) found us afterwards. He took me and my two brothers under his wings, literally, and treated us like we were his own kids.

“Do what you feel is right.” Uncle Sam whispered, kissing me on the cheek and stood. “Oh yes, I almost forgot, Tommy is waiting to see you. Shall I tell him it’s ok?”

I nodded sinking deeper under my covers, wincing when i accidentally rearranged my injured wing.

“Alright, my little fire ball, as soon as Tom leaves, you rest, got me.” I nodded again, and he left my room. I was beginning to become really tired, very unusual for me.

About ten minuets later a golden haired boy with gorgeous blue eyes cracked the door opened letting his head through. When he saw me smiling at him he smiled back and came in, closing the door behind him.

“Uncle Sam, said I couldn’t stay long,” He said bluntly, I sat up a bit.

“Nonsense, Tommy you can stay as long as you want,” I said patting a place beside me where Uncle Sam had sat moments before.

“Are you ok?” Tommy asked as he situated himself on the edge of my bed. His wide innocent blue eyes reminded me of so much of mine, except for my dark brown and his dirty blond hair we could pass as twins. He was about three hundred years old, (roughly about seven or eight years old in human years), but he was the same height as me, maybe an inch shorter.

“I’ll be ok.” I said with a reassuring smile. Tommy being the curious creature that he is looked over me, his eyes widened at my messed up wing.

“That must’ve hurt, big time.” He said his eyes big and round, as he looked back at me.

“Yeah it did, bud.” I said ruffling up his hair. He gave me one of his shaky smiles. That’s when I knew something wasn’t right. I lifted my eyebrows at him and he took it as a clue to spill.

“It’s about Jessie,” I looked into his eyes he now had my complete attention. “I think he might leave us.”

“What are you talking about, Tom?” I said asked softly, but my heart was pounding in my chest.

“I heard him and Uncle Sam talking… Jessie mentioned something about going to Germany, but Uncle Sam was protesting,” Tommy’s bottom lip started to tremble. “but Jessie wouldn’t hear of it an— and he-he said he was going no matter what.”

“Shh, Shh,” I cooed, I wrapped my arms around him as he started to sob. “It’s ok honey.” I whispered, rocking him.

“He’s going to leave us Ari! He doesn’t care for us anymore!” Tommy muttered into my shirt.

“Now quit that Thomas.” I said sternly placing my hands on his shoulder and pushing him back gently and looked into his tear stained face. “You probably just heard wrong, is all.”

Tommy shook his head violently new tears streamed down his face. “He’s leaving! I didn’t hear wrong!”

“Thomas, calm down, just go get Jessie and we can settle this once for and all, ok?” I said; ready to hurt Jessie for giving Tommy these ridiculous thoughts.

“I can’t Ari, after he brought you back. Jessie stayed until they said you would be alright, an-and he left for a trip last night.” For a moment I thought my heart had stopped.

Jessie never mentioned that he was going on a trip; neither did he say anything about Germany. He would’ve told me; at least I would think he would…

“Get up Tommy,” I demanded, the poor boy got up and watched horrified, as I pulled back the covers and swung my scarred legs over the edge of the bed.

“Ari what are you doing?” Tommy asked nervously. I was asking the same question myself, but my urge to find out what was going on blocked out the pain. “You shouldn’t move!”

Too late, I thought as my warm feet hit the cold marble floor, with a deep breath I stood. No pain. Ok I can do this, I cautiously folded my injured wing close to my back. Still no pain. I was on a roll, without pain I began to walk toward the door, my long white nightgown swished against my legs.

“Ari, please don’t do this!” Tommy’s cry must of woken up the pain because it came surging back. I braced my self, healing powers at the ready. It did some good, enough that I could actually walk. “Let me at least get Uncle Sam from his study.”

“No, I will find him myself.” I whispered raggedly. Tommy was walking right beside me; his hand was inches below my arm as if readying himself in case I collapsed. Part of me was warmed at him worrying over me, the other was irritated. Did I look that helpless?

We walked down the huge hall towards my uncle’s study, which was only seventeen feet away from my room. I glanced at the staircase as we past, thankful that I didn’t have to descend them.

Finally, finally, I reached the door and found myself out of breath. The healing was fading away; healing was something I hadn’t completely mastered yet. I could handle it though. I was a little dizzy but—I was ok. At least… I hoped I was.