Fallen for You

Chapter 3- True Form

What's that? A squirrel? A wolf? A fox? A bear? Whatever it is. It better not come to where I am. At this night, there were no stars, no pale moon to be sighted. The empty sky. Void of any sparkle. As to only the streetlight was dim lighting. As it slowing blinks and shatters brightly. The bulb exploded into glass fragments. It was dead dark.

I was in terror. Horrid. With no one beside me. My body shaking from the cold breeze of the night. What’s taking them? They should’ve been here by now? I should go back this isn’t safe?

I thought I saw them walking. Blobs of shadows dancing. Yeah, my mind was f*****g with me.

But with alcohol in my veins, my thoughts were an open book. My voice came out croaking.

"Erelah? Orifiel?  Is that you?" I called out their names out with a hoarse coarse breath I had. That line I shout was the last strength I had. I really hoped to see their familiar faces. But the place was still. No response from anything. I was getting spooked out every minute that pass by feels like an hour. I was sensitive to the sounds around me.

Am I about to be an attack? I looked both sides and behind me. Circling my radar. Darkness. Nothing. No sign of anything.

I felt an aura of darkness. It’s demonic feeling wrapping around in a mist. It was a trace of black smoke. But when I look behind. Nothing.

The smoke just thinned itself till it disappears in thin air.

Vaporized. The crickets sang in a melodic tune. As to calm me, from eeriness of the night. I waited for Sophie to come back to my aid. My body was weak and my perception was uneven. And legs was wobbly like cooked noodles.

I’m starting to think that their ‘apple juice’ was getting into me. Damn, that apple juice. What in the world did the put in that godforsaken drink? My emotions burled in my mind in anger.

And then I blamed myself for not resisting more to their peer pressure that was pressed onto me.

I heard a snap again. The crisp echoed loud.  Now, birds flew from the direction of the snap. Bad sign. I wasn’t frightened. Just a chill, that put me off edge.

My instincts heighten. Danger.

My eyes turned sapphire blue to prepare an ambush. I was vulnerable due to the drug. My drink was spiked with aphrodisiac. Those jerks. Their intentions was to play me.

My vision was not perfect. My mind was not oriented enough to walk to the car. I unknowingly sprouted my wings.

Shit.

I was weakened.

Salivating. My drool pooling from my mouth down to my chin. My face beet red with lust.

With my state,

A sin. That an angel must not feel. I was a Nephilim. I was flawed.

My father was a pure angel that sinned while my mother a fallen one.

But I only saw a shadow...it smell of a person.

I looked at the figure walking towards me. It was walking so sluggishly slow. I wandered if it was Orifiel or Erelah. But I also remembered. Flapping sounds. Great.

My wings are out! f**k!

They would see who I truly am. They haven’t seen me in this form. It might scare them off or even try to kill me. To people, angels were seen as souls, dead or lifeless beings like ghosts.

I wasn’t a ghost. I remind myself. I touch myself to confirm. I allowed myself to be gullible to their misconceptions of us, angels. My mother was wary of reminding people for years that angels aren’t lost souls. They were holy beings that serve for the greatest purpose. God. Protectors of Heaven. Guardians that are different from elves, mermaid or other legends they have procured through imagination.

……

Is it my one of friends? Now I dread for my life. Even if it was one of them. I haven’t told them about my angel ancestry as a Nephilim. And how it came to be.

My eyes were still glowing blue.

"Hey!! Will they he was shocked still he saw my back? The feathered wings that were spread behind me

"A-an a-angel?" He fell into shock. Speechless and stuttering his every word. Why wouldn't he be? Not every day you see an angel in land. Plus folklores and tales of us were as mythical as mermaids, werewolves and vampires.

I dimmed my eyes to the tone of his voice. I know who he is. He is....

Oh.. No. it was him

Kafziel Bradford, out in the woods. In a drunk carefree state.

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The last person that I wanted to know of my secret. I was proud of my origins as a magical being. A holy One at that. But the timing is impeccable. What happens next when I tell him? Will they make fun of me being one? Being some type of X-men?

"...." The familiarity choked my bone. I didn’t answer him. I shouldn’t.

As my friend came along, "Aniela! Aniela!!" She shouted. She looking for me in the darkness.

My friends didn't knew my identity. I had to get away. Fast. I didn’t need momentum to fly. I mastered the winds to be able to conquer the skies.

. I lift up to the air my feet dangling mid-air. As I flapped me wings to the wind. I flew away before more people can come this way.

I didn't show my face. I think.

 “Wait!” “Come back!” Comforted by the tone of his voice. He raised his voice pleading me to return. His voice lonesome and pitiful. Straight ahead I didn’t dare look back and kept going higher beneath the clouds till I saw the setting sun that cascade the sky ablaze of its colors in array. It was the best things I was thankful and grateful to have to marvel at. In which no human can do.

He wasn’t sober enough to remember my face. He’s drunk. Angels’ existence wasn’t mythical to him anymore.

A believer.