My Happy Ever After

Chapter 1 *Coal Colored Wings*

A week and a half have passed since I moved into my new apartment, and I have even made a new friend who lives down the hall from me. Her name is Jade, she is 17 years old and is a senior at the high school I am attending in a few weeks. We met at the store a few days ago and have become good friends since.

As I lay in bed thinking about my new life, and how it has changed over the last few weeks, a sound came from outside my room. It could not have been someone knocking on the door, the bang was too loud and was more of something hitting the ground. Like someone had fallen.

Getting out of my bed I go to creep out of my room grabbing my gun I hide in my side table as I pass by it and hold it ready to fire. Peeking out of my bedroom into the living room. I find it dark and empty. Opening my room door wider I slide out, into the living room to look around, only to find it empty as I thought.

Thinking that maybe it was someone outside my apartment I head to the front door only to stop when I hear a bang once again, only this time it comes from outside on my balcony. Turning around I walk up to my balcony door; moving the dark red and blue curtains to the side I see a figure lying flat on the balcony. Worried that it may be someone who fell from the roof of the building, I open the glass slide door and step out into the cold night.

Keeping the gun at hand I kneel down to see if my eyes were playing a trick on me. I find that indeed what I was seeing was coal-black wings stuck out of the back of this person.

My heart raced as I found that he was barely awake, as he reached out for my arm, which held the gun that was pointed right at him. I was so confused at the moment. First off he had huge black wings, secondly, his eyes were a deep red, and third of all he looked like he just went through a war. All I could do was stare at him. Altogether he was a good looking man even though he seemed to have gone through hell and back.

Gosh, what the hell am I thinking? I need to get my head on straight. 'Okay now stop staring and say something stupid,' I scolded my self.

"What are you doing on my balcony, and why are... what are you," I asked well more like stuttered? He let out a small grown as he shifted the position he was in. My breath caught when I heard the deep pained voice come from him, "help me, please. I mean you no harm, you can put away the gun." Not really trusting him much I reply with a shaky voice, "I should call the ambulance, you don't look too good." I go to get up to get the phone when he stops me. "NO, you can't call them. I'm not human. Please."

Giving in I know he's right. If I did that he would defiantly be killed. "Okay then I need to get you inside," I sigh out. Placing my gun in the back of my waistband, I help him to his feet. I had to get him to my couch. So half dragging half carrying him I made my way into my apartment.

Once I had him on the couch, I ran to my bathroom to get the first ad kit I kept there.

Returning to the living room I pulled a chair over to the couch to sit on. With a deep sigh, I began removing the shirt. Well tried to till I noticed his wings were preventing that. Getting annoyed, I was startled when he spoke, "you're going to have to cut the shirt off of me, my wings are in the way."

As if on autopilot I make my way to the kitchen to get the scissors. Then return to his side to cut the shirt off.

Once his shirt is removed I begin cleaning and bandaging his wounds. Just looking at the marks you can tell he had been cut with swords and knives. 'What the hell was he doing, what the hell is he anyway. Gosh, I am so confused right now,' is all I can think. As well as other questions run through my head. Looking back at his face, his eyes are closed. He must have fallen asleep or passed out, but he is very pail. I hope he does not bleed out on my couch. Then what will I tell the cops? 'O I found him outside on my balcony, so I tried to help him then he bled out on my couch,' yea they would totally fall for that. Then the fact he has f*****g wings coming out of his back like what the hell.

With a final sigh, I get to my feet to put everything away. Then grab him a blanket cause I know when you have blood loss or your just bleeding to death, you can get very cold, so a blanket will do. Once he's covered I grab my blanket from my room, and sit on the love seat across from the couch, so I can keep an eye on him.

Laying down, I soon find myself dozing off into dreams haunted by red eyes and a single lullaby,

'Quiet child, not a single sound.

Close your eyes,

dream of soaring high

above the ground.

Sleep now child do not fear.

For I am here....'

The weary lullaby rang in my dreams, over and over till I was entranced. Trapped in my self-consciousness. The red eyes faded from my sight until my eyes open only to see my living room.

Confused I looked around to find it empty. It all must have been a strange dream. Well, that is what I thought until I heard the sound of pans moving around in my kitchen. Getting up from the love seat, I made my way to the kitchen area. The smell of food hit me and my stomach growled. Peeking into the kitchen I find him with his back to me, and I get a full view of his wings. The coal-black wings protruding from his back were taller than him almost. I was in awe at the view before me.

My trance was broken when his voice hit my ears, "take a picture it will last longer"! The cocky humor in his voice turned my face from one of awe to one of announce. 'Hot looks, check. Cocky attitude, check,' I thought, 'why oh why do all good looking men have to be cocky, don't they know that it's annoying'?

He gave me a funny look then started laughing. "Good to know, that my cockiness is annoying you," he said with laughter in his voice and eyes!

Horrified I asked, "did I just say that out loud"? Yet he starts laughing again. What was so funny I had no idea. Finally, when his laughter calmed down he said, "it's not that you said it out loud, but I can read your thoughts, well some of them anyway. You seem to have a mental block up. I can only seem to hear somethings, but not all." Looking at him even more confused now, I decide it's time to start asking questions.

"Okay since you have confused the hell out of me even more, I have some questions for you. First, who the hell are you, second, what the hell are you, and third, what were you doing on my balcony last night," I asked all in one breath? Smiling he makes a plate of food and sits it down in front of me as my stomach growls once more, resulting in him chuckling again.

Once he was seated he looked up at me and said, "yeah I do owe you some answers, though some I will not be able to answer very well. Okay, first my name is Drake Jonson or General Jonson of the Angelic Army. I'm a... I guess humans call us Fallen angels. Basically, I was sent to earth to lead the army in the War of Realms over 140 years ago, and as of last night, I was in the middle of trying to get my daughter back. She was taken from me a few days ago."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Then it hit me. "Wait your daughter was taken. Then what are you still doing here? Don't you need to go get her," I asked in a rush? His face became even sadder with every word I said.

After a few moments, he spoke, "I can't go get her right now. I'm too weak. As well as I can't retract my wings right now, do to the fact I have injured one of them. I can't just walk outside with them like this," he trailed off before starting again, "and the only way to heal faster is through drinking fresh blood."

Well, that left me stumped not knowing what to do. The only person that could give him blood right now would be me, and I don't really like that idea. Then it hit me, I did not know angels drank blood. That did not make sense demons take blood not angels.

My thoughts were cut off by a phone ringing. I knew it was not mine because the ring tone was different. Looking in Drake's direction he had taken out his phone and put it to his ear. I could hear a low voice speaking on the other end, and with each word, Drake's face became whiter and eyes redder. A growl came from his mouth along with some very colorful words before he hangs up. He slams his fist into the table, luckily he was too weak to break it. Then he does something that made my heart shatter, he fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. "They're giving me an hour till they kill her...." he says with so much pain in his voice, "my little girl, she's all I have left."

With those few words, I made up my mind. Kneeling down in front of him. Angel or demon I did not care, his daughter needed help. I take his face in my hands and say, "take my blood, and go save your daughter." He looks into my eyes as I wipe the tears from his.

"Are you sure," he asks? With a nod of my head, my hands come to rest on his chest. He moves my hair to the left side of my neck as he places his mouth on my neck. "Relax. Don't be scared it won't hurt," he says to reassure me. Then his teeth sink into my neck, a moan escapes my lips as a dull yet pleasurable pain runs down my neck to my chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me to him.

With a final sigh, he pulls away from me after running the tip of his tongue over the bite mark. Picking me up into his arms he walks into my bedroom, placing me on my bed. My eyelids bob as I try to stay awake. His voice is the last thing I hear before closing my eyes. "Sleep you will feel better when you wake. Thank you for helping me, and I will see you again," he says with a voice of silk as he places his lips on my forehead, then darkness consumes me. The same dream comes, as does the lullaby. The same kind, red eyes look back at me as if watching over me as I sleep. Then it all fades except that soothing voice that sings the lullaby,

'Quiet child, not a single sound.

Close your eyes,

dream of soaring high

above the ground.

Sleep now child do not fear.

For I am here....'