Chapter 10
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He paced in front of me in the room. He tucked his wings behind him and he looked like he might lose control of himself at any moment now.
He stopped and looked at me.
"Promise you won't freak out?" he asked me nervously.
"Donovan, I promise," I said as I rubbed my shoulders.
He frowned at me and walked to the door.
"I'm getting something warm for your... Muscles and food, try to move them while I'm out." He rolled his shoulders and his wings ruffled and disappeared.
He opened the door and left before I could say anything.
I sat there for a minute and tried to move my newfound wings, but nothing happened.
I bit my lip. Maybe I should act like they are limbs?
I got up, and they still drooped behind me; I rolled my shoulders, and they fanned out, knocking me off balance.
I caught myself on the edge of the bed and when I found my footing I walked to the mirror and looked at them. They were black like Donovan's.
I ran my fingertips over them, and they were sensitive, I understood now what Donovan meant and I giggled.
I stood there looking at myself until Donovan came back; I turned around and my wings tucked closer to my body as I walked towards him.
"Looks like you're figuring them out nicely." He raised a brow at me with a grin. He was in a much better mood.
"Well, not really. They still feel very heavy and painful." I said as I sat back on the bed, "How do I get them back... In?"
"Just roll your back and will them to." He smiled, "but, can I have a look at them first?" He gave me a shy smile, and I shrugged.
I somehow stretched out the one I wanted, and he cradled it in his hands. He ran his hand over it and my breath hitched.
He then moved his hand over the part where they connected to my back and ran his hand along the spine of the wing.
"They are beautiful." He whispered, and I snorted.
"They look like yours!" I laughed, and he shook his head.
"No, they are delicate. The feathers have a more feminine feel to them, if that's what you can call them." He gently ran his fingertip on the inside of them and swallowed.
I rolled my back, and it shoved me forward and knocked the wind out of me, Donovan caught me just in time and laughed.
"There you go, tucked away." He smiled and kissed my temple. "Let's eat while I tell you my story."
He got up and grabbed the food, this time it was pizza.
He sat down next to me on his side of the bed and handed me a can of coke.
"I don't know what I am exactly, I have been called a Nephilim a few times. But I don't have human parents." He gave me a half-smile, "My mother's a demon and I don't know who my father is." He took a bite of his pizza slice.
"You're a demon?" I asked in shock.
"Technically half-demon." He cringed, and I tried to not freak out.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
"What do you mean half?" I asked warily.
"Well, the wings are black and feathered." He intoned, and I shot him a look. "Angels have white feathered wings; demons have black bat-like ones." He tried to explain.
"I now have black-feathered ones too, Donovan," I said in a panicked voice and pointed at my back, he cringed.
"I know, and that makes it even more important to find out what is going on. Clearly, we both are something else. You are, I don't even know what you are now." He said and rubbed his brows. "You are a human being with black feathered wings, and I don't know how that happened."
I looked at my hand where the cut was and gasped.
"It's gone," I said, and held my hand towards him to look.
"Are you talking about the key? Because I put it away with all the other things." He was a little confused when I shook my head.
"No, I cut my hand open and," my eyes widened, "Oh God, Donovan! I did this." I said and jumped up. "Where is the book that was on the table in the cave?" I asked as I started looking for it.
Donovan sat on the bed, looking at me in shock.
I just continued, and then finally found it.
I sat down at the desk and started going through the pages, looking for that damn page.
"Genevieve, what do you mean you did this?" He intoned, but still not moving.
"I read something from the book," I said, tapping the book, and he frowned.
"Gen, reading doesn't imply you did this." He chuckled and then walked over to me, "You didn't do any ritual or blood sacrifice or anything." He leaned down and kiss the top of my head.
I ignored him; I knew I did something because I was lucky like that.
"Found it," I said, and Donovan looked over my shoulder and read it, I looked at him and his eyes went wide.
He cringed, frowned, and then his eyes went wide. He looked at me in disbelief.
"This is..." He rubbed his face and started pacing behind my chair.
"It's what?" I asked him in a small voice and felt scared about what it could be.
He stopped and grabbed his phone out of his pocket and started dialing.
"Raxton! Is it possible for a human to become an angel or demon from just saying a chant?... Blood sacrifices?... I know what it is, Raxton!" Donovan was still pacing behind me and I gasped. He stopped and told Raxton he'll call him back. "What Genevieve?" He sounded agitated.
I swallowed, "I knocked over a vial and when I picked it up, I cut my hand open." I said and closed my eyes when I saw Donovan's face.
"You did what?!" He yelled and dialed again.
"Hi Torgan, I need your help... You'll understand when you get here... No, like in now... I'll send the location... No, but it's bad." He ended the call, and I looked at him.
He sent the location to Torgan, whoever he or she was.
"Bad?" I shot up, "Tell me what's going on!" I yelled in anger and my wings shot out.
Donovan looked at me and sighed.
"That chant." He pointed at the book, "That has something to do with becoming an immortal being and to wield the key of Sheol."
"Immortal being? Like in live forever type of thing?" I asked. He nodded slowly, and I gasped. "I can't do this, this is all just a weird dream." I sounded a bit deranged, and I covered my face.
"Genevieve." He breathed, and I whirled on him and pointed my finger in his face.
"Don't you dare Genevieve me..." I hissed through clenched teeth.
Donovan looked at me and grinned.
I snarled at him and he snarled back and then his wings came out.
We were standing toe to toe, snarling at each other with our wings out and the surrounding air tingled with so much power.
We were so preoccupied that we didn't notice that someone came in until he cleared his throat.
I shot past Donovan, but he blocked me with his wing, and I stopped.
"Relax, that's Torgan." He smiled.
Torgan walked past us and sat at the desk.
"You two need to put a leech on your powers, I felt it from miles away." He said nonchalantly and looked at the book.
We tucked our wings back, and I went into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, I tried to process everything that happened today.
I took a shower and as I was standing under the stream; I started to cry.
What the hell am I now?
To be continued.
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