Author: Batman is exotic PM
Wing was a serial killer, not your normal one either. The fact that he actually has wings, the pastiest skin i've come across, and appeared in my room at 2 a.m... DISCONTINUED.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 9,407 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 04-18-10 - Published: 03-14-10 - id: 2785324
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Wing had a friend. The word seemed awfully odd when formed on his lips but he did have one. He had always been a loner, he had become use to the feeling but in high-school he met a man named Allister. Wing would have walked by him if he was just anyone but he wasn't just anyone. He was a man with ambitions and a plan to live amongst humans. Upon hearing this anyone would have deemed him unfit for human society but Wing wasn't just anyone. They were both two people with views that were seen as foolish in Welkin society. Wing saw Allister as a future pawn and Allister saw Wing as someone to talk to. Allister willingly lived amongst humans and no one, apart from Wing, knew of this. That being said imagine how surprised Allister was when Wing showed up on his door step. Allister knew they kept in contact over the phone but never had he thought Wing would actually come to visit him.
"Wing, my good sir, what in heaven are you doing here!?"Allister exclaimed upon seeing his friend carrying a duffel bag. Wing gave his most charming smile as he was allowed into the house. Allister always spoke this way, it was slightly amusing.
"I hate to be intruding on your family, but I finally understand your view," He began while looking at the wife Allister spoke highly of. He hardly thought her beautiful or amiable but she wasn't his to judge. Quickly losing interest in her he glanced at her protruding stomach and back to Allister. Allister hadn't told him his wife was pregnant. He took humor in the fact that Allister would - at some point - have to tell his wife what he was if he hadn't already informed her.
"Ah, so you finally see how agreeable my view on living is?" Allister pondered aloud. He couldn't help but believe his friend was keeping something from him and as the glint of mischievousness frolicked through Wing's eyes he knew that Wing needed a favor.
"Not really but I thought I'd check it out and see if I like it. I promise I won't be intruding for long; three days at the most just until I'm sure of what I want to do." Wing invited himself to stay at Allister's home. He hadn't even asked and Allister found that quite humorous. Wing always did without thinking and easily spoke his mind; such a flaw to have in a handsome man, it took away all of his amiable qualities. Though, Allister actually liked his friends' blunt ways and often found humor in them.
"Well of course you're always invited to stay here?!" Allister's wife exclaimed in distaste. Wing eyed her in an annoyed manner. The blond was lucky she was Allister's wife; he didn't have many patients for smart mouth women. Though, he often put up with Jamie so he was sure he could deal with her for a while.
"That's what I was saying," He assured her dryly. The stupid bitch clucked her tongue and turned away from him quickly as if he didn't matter anymore. He didn't see how a good natured man like Allister would be with such a bitch; then again Allister was friends with him, that alone said a lot about his opinion on people.
"Next time try asking, fool. You can't just demand that you're staying here. If I was in my right mind I'd kick you and your duffel bag out of my home." she snapped. If she actually knew what he looked like she'd probably be afraid but Wing had bought contacts to cover the deathly color of his eyes and had clipped his nails so that they wouldn't look rigid. Wing was still a frightening fellow but not as frightening as he usually was.
"That's her way of welcoming you." Allister laughed while patting his friend on the shoulder. Wing gave him a dry chuckle in response.
When I was a kid I always believed hiding under my covers protected me from the dark. True, it was darker under the covers but I always felt as if I had a barrier between me and evil. As the blanket of night fell upon my room I'd hide under my covers, eyelids pressed tightly together, hoping that at some point I'd just fall into a deep slumber. I didn't have any siblings on my father's side of the family and when I was afraid of the dark or needed someone to talk to I had no one. My father wasn't a horrible person but he often left me alone; I guess that's a form of neglect, but I never saw it that way. He worked long shifts at the hospital so that he could shower me with unneeded materialistic things. I don't think he knew the proper way to be a father, instead of trying to get to know me he'd rather give me some money and send me on my way. I don't think he hated me I actually think he loves me, he just doesn't know how to show it.
I pulled my cover from over my head and glanced around my dark room. I couldn't sleep. I don't know why I couldn't, I just couldn't. I climbed out of my bed trying my hardest not to trip over my dirty clothes that scattered my room. I wasn't a clean person, well at least when it came to my room. The rest of the house was pretty clean but my room often stayed a mess. I opened my room door, crept down the stairs and went into the kitchen. I was surprised to see Jane sitting in a chair facing the kitchen door. Tears cascaded down her face and in the week that I was living with her I had never seen her cry.
It was weird to see her cry, she always seemed to have a smile on her face a frown was such a difference. I was never very good at comforting people. I never actually had to comfort anyone, I wasn't awfully close to anyone, apart from Jason, and the only time he cried was when his grandmother died. He kicked me out of his room and told me he'd call when he was feeling better. Basically, I had no experience with cheering people up or - for the matter - comforting them. Though, I knew that when Jason had gotten his girlfriend all I really wanted was to be hugged.
I didn't make my way to hug Jane, like I should have; instead I stood there dumbfounded waiting for her to speak.
She let out a strangled laugh as she glanced at me. She wiped her tears off her face and gave me a lopsided smile.
"A normal person would have come to see what was bothering me or at least hugged me," she commented. I gulped wanting so badly to do that but my feet stayed planted to the ground. I didn't even twitch as if I were thinking of moving, I just stood really still. I finally got my lips to open after a minute of struggling.
"Are you okay?" I asked. She chuckled dryly, lifted up the glass she was drinking out of and brought it took her lips. A half empty bottle of vodka sat on the counter and I suddenly felt bad for her. She had been downstairs crying and drinking to wash away her sorrow, but I couldn't even hug her.
"I had a bad dream," She finally admitted. I wanted to ask what it was about but my lips just wouldn't move. Was I in shock to see her that way? I don't know why I would have been, it's not as if I knew her very well, still I wasn't good at the comforting thing. She smiled at me as if she knew what I was thinking or at least had an idea of what I was thinking.
"If someone showed up in your room asking for your help would you help them? Don't answer that. It's just, in my dream your angel came. He wasn't a perfect angel, he was a bad one but he helped you. You helped him too. He helped you find yourself but in the end it ended badly, 'ya know. But when he's gone, you don't cry, you take it fairly well. Because you know he's going to come back. You want to know why the dream is bad. The dream is bad because I-I-I felt it. I felt your pain," She whispered as tears fell down her face. I didn't answer her; as usual I had that feeling keen to fear explode through me but this time it was a mixture of excitement.
"The worst part about it was the fact that I couldn't help you. I just watched as it all went down and I couldn't help you. Just like with our mom! I shouldn't have let her go out that night! Damn it, she was drunk, I should have fucking stopped her. She died because of my carelessness. Don't you get it? Does anyone get it? I was mad at her so I let her go, I let her, because I was mad at her and now I'm miserable!" She exclaimed. She set the cup down carelessly as she slid onto her knees. Tears cascaded down her face at a rapid rate and she banged her fist on the floor.
"Please don't cry," I whispered hoarsely; it was the only thing that went through my mind. Sliding onto my knees and crawling over to her, I hugged her. This one was a hug of comfort, I was trying - even if I failed - I'd remember I tried.
I woke up the next morning in my bed. I was partially confused as to how I got there but didn't waste much time thinking it over. I crawled out of bed and slipped on the outfit I had prepared the night before. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, at times I felt like I was struggling just to get through each day, so, it had been decided I'd try a couple of college classes at the community college until I made up my mind. Jane and I had talked it over and after grocery shopping she'd take me to talk with counselor at the school, supposedly they were pretty close. It took a small amount of squeezing - on my part - to get into my dark blue skinny jeans and after putting on my tight-fitting black v-neck I slipped on my black and white vans and exited my room. I never actually carried a purse. I carried a credit card which my father put a monthly allowance of five thousand dollars on. My dad still thought I was his baby girl whom he gave everything she wanted, though, I didn't care much for the money I'd rather be around him and talking with him; I'd rather have a close relationship with him.
I traveled into the bathroom, washed my face and applied a small amount of eyeliner, then ran a brush through my long black hair. Once I was absolutely sure I looked okay I walked out of the bathroom.
Jane was in the kitchen talking to someone and I was surprised she wasn't just on the phone. Sitting in one of the chairs was a rather tall and bulky guy; he had auburn hair and Forrest green eyes. Jane hadn't told us one of our brothers would be coming. I wasn't exactly ready to jump into a relationship with them, it was actually overwhelming to be meeting my siblings for the first time, plus trying to work out my future, then there was my issue with my father, and the confusing feeling I had towards my mother.
"Uh, Hi," I said as he turned to face me. Jane greeted me with a smile.
"Sorry I just had to talk to Joshua, he gets me ya' know. When he came he carried you up the stairs. You fell asleep on the kitchen floor, you're not exactly heavy but I'm not too much bigger than you and it would have been awfully hard for me to pull you up the stairs without waking you up." She laughed. Joshua gave a small smile and I could feel my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. That wasn't exactly the way I wanted to meet my brother, thanking him for carrying me up the stairs.
"T-t-thank you," I stuttered.
"No problem sis," he assured me. He seemed easy going about the situation and he reminded me of myself; he didn't seem awfully talkative or ready to jump into brother and sister bonding time, i was fine with that.
When you lived amongst Welkins you saw a world of great beauty, you lived high in sky above everything but Wing thought actually being on the surface of Earth was so much better. He had left Allister's home early that moment to explore.
The plan that was beginning to form through his mind was quite simple, he would visit the city he was in when he killed Chasey's mother. He hoped to find her there. He didn't know why he was so bent on finding her but it was something about her eyes that mesmerized him. He imagined that in person she resembled a goddess and was even more mesmerizing than he thought. He had stalked her mother before he killed her. He had watched her simply because she had this unexplainable aura around her. It was as if she wasn't even human, to humans she might have seemed regular, but he knew she wasn't. She was human but she was a mixture of something else, he didn't know what it was because there were lots of supernatural creatures she could have been mixed with but she was definitely mixed. He would have left her alone; his original plan wasn't to kill her but when he saw how trifling the woman was he couldn't help himself.
The woman lived a good five hours away from Allister but flying there made it so much easier for Wing. Plus, he actually enjoyed flying. It made life seem simple, easy, and free. It wasn't that way though and in his heart he hated living. He wished he could have been human. Humans didn't live off of blood or flesh, he couldn't eat cooked meat he had to eat it raw and sometimes he couldn't control himself. He hated feeling like an animal and if he had a chance to take away everything he had done and start over, he would have. But in his eyes it was too late. It was too late to take back what he had done and if he was already a demon in the eyes of god he didn't see the use in trying. Who could he help? Who could he save? What was his point in living?
He stopped thinking that way and perched on a tree. It was the right house, it had to be, it was the same house he watched Chasey's mother walk out of and live in. He watched closely as the house door opened and a male stepped out, he noticed that he was one of her sons. Second to come out was a girl - she was rather tall in his opinion - he noted her as one of the daughters but not the one he wanted to see. As if his prayers were being answered she stepped out.
She had jet black curls that cascaded down her petite figure. Her shape looked delicate and small but still curvaceous. Her skin was pale, though not as pale as his and as his eyes landed on her eyes he was taken aback. They were gorgeous, captivating, and completely indescribable. They were a bright blue, not your common blue, but like a baby blue. They were wide and innocent, just like in the picture he saw. Her lips were a velvet color and looked soft from where he stood. He could imagine touching them and allowing them to touch him. He could imagine roaming his hands through her curls and touching her curves.
Like a punch to the face he saw something completely surprising. If he didn't have great sight he may have questioned what he saw but he saw, wings. They were the purest white color he had ever seen and they were small, like her. Chasey had wings. There was no doubting it, she had wings. It confused him because both her parents were human, even if her mom did have an odd aura, she was human. Yet as he contemplated the situation he figured someone in their family was full welkin, someone had to be. A thought struck him; he couldn't kill her. She was a discovery he never thought he'd find. Her beauty was captivating, she was petite, she ate human food, she was definitely half-human, she lived amongst human, and she was everything he wanted. The picture he had seen of her definitely didn't do her justice. She was so much more. Something drew him to her and it was at that moment that he decided nothing would keep him away from her.
Wing would have Chasey.
A/N: Long wait, sorry I had typed the beginning of this but then i had writers block. Plus, i hate to say this again but i'm graduating from the eighth grade soon and life is busy. Not to mention all of my teachers wanted me to turn in projects. Ehh, that sucked but at least i only have my science project left. Yay to being thirteen and actually having a some-what interesting life lol! Oh and I feel as if I must add: I'm not great at editing and for all I know I have a million mistakes but I try and I'm still looking for a beta.
ShadowBrilliance- happy b-day, i'm a little late, aren't i? Anyways hope you enjoyed yourself. Oh, uh late birthday gift is this update :D! Yay to birthday gifts lol jk.
-KlutzyVegHead16- The story is disturbing? I actually made Wing seem a little disturbing, yay to me. I was trying to go for a whole different mood for this story. I usually have up beat happy stories but I went for a whole different and odd approach to this story, so, i'm actually glad I'm doing well with it.
Peace and Luv, Tana