The Angel within - Nikkie Youngeblood (ebook reader browser .txt) 📗

hybrid would wreck the equilibrium between all supernatural species. And it had been the werewolf-angel hybrid.

   Instead of being blessed with the powers of one supernatural, werewolf - angels were blessed with both. the perfection that the offspring harbors would beevident, because not only would it radiat through their pawor, it came in andulating waves from their other apperace. They were too strong, too gourges; thus creating an imbalance.

The council surged forth with the motive to find a cure. An abomination was not appreciated in our society, and a species with that much power and beauty sould cease to exsist.

 

Though, they found nothing which left the council to go with the latter. They made love between werewolves and angels brohibited, illegal.

Somehow my father, most prominent Alpha of the supernatural world, found the laws far to bleak to handle. When a super world war took place the werewolves had teamed up with the angels. My parents met as leaders, and then, fell in love as mates. In a world where imbalance didn't matter, they would've been unstoppable.

They had a proscriptive relationship, and they made sure their love would be hidden in the shaddows of others. Soon they mated, and for the first time, a werewolf-angel graced the earth; an abomination had been born. I was born.

 

I was concealed from the public for five years but, the love of my parents had been uncovered. The council, blinded with rage, followed us to the ends of the earth in order to kill my beloved parents. Eventually, they succeded. In a fleeting moment, my parents were left to wither on the cold, hard ground. And when I lost them, it felt like I lost myself, too.

"Look up, Charlie." Her father watched as she did, reveling in the envalope of happiness his daughter was so filled with. He knew moments like this would end - He called the Council, giving them a location where he and his wife would make the ultimate sacrifice. After all, when comes an end comes a begining.

The parents wanted nothing more than a life encumbered by worries for Charlotte. And, they didn't want her to run away from the grim actualities of reality for the rest of eternity - it would be a waste of life.

 

"They're stars," the five year old giggled, "pretty stars."

 

"Yes, they certainly are," he confirmed. "When you're ever feeling alone or mabye even a little sad, just remember mommy and daddy are always up there, twinkling at you."

   Averting her gaze, Charlotte took her father's hand. "You're not always going to be up there, silly," she placed his hand over her heart, "you and mommy will be here. In my heart, where you two will always be safe and locked up."

"Locked up?" Her father was more amused rather than shocked. 

"Yeah," she grinned, "but, don't worry, I'll give you a key."

 

"Someone is going to have to roll," her mother pointed out, but the gleam in her eyes said something else. Charlotte sleepishly took the monopoly dice in her hands, meeting her mother's warm, expectant gaze with an apologetic one. And, it was then that they heard it. Perhaps it was the sound of feet marching in front of the house or the sound of fists punching the door but nonetheless, it had taken its toll on the Taken family.

Charlotte's fathers eyes were stormy, like the turbulant waves that rose and fell, waves that could kill sailors and swallow boats whole. But for the first time, he finally relized the Council had potential to hurt him and there was only a matter of time to save his daughter from what's to come. 

 

The mother, however, took matters into her own hands without any hesitation.  She pulled her darling daughter close, starring into a pair of eyes she'll never see ever again. "Hey Charlie, remember the Red Riding Hood game daddy and I tought you?"

 Charlotte nodded, looking sufficiently excited. "I love that game!"

Her mother smiled, but at a time like this it did not reach her eyes. Instead, they were guarded, her expresion remorsful. "Okay, Daddy and I have been captured and we're stuck in the farthest lace ever. You, my sweet little Red Ridding Hood, will come to our rescue. And you will run, almost as if your life depended on it."

  Her daughter gasped. "Is that it?"

"No, there's more," she replied shacking her head. "These big, bad monsters are lurking around. And if they see you, they'll chase after you!"

With that her father joined the duo. "You're going to wear this cloak," he placed the fabric onto his daughter, "this way, they'll never recognize you. But you must keep it on, or your identity will be revealed." "I'll see you on the other side, right?" Charlotte inquired. It was quiet, despite the ruckus of breaking wood. The room was filled with silence, but with that silence encapsulted hope, along with the promises of a better tomorrow and of a new life.

  "Yes, we promise," they swore. "We'll see you at the other side."

 

Though, my destination had always been an empty capture. An empty expectation. And an empty promise. But turns out, the promise was real, filled with emotions that I could never feel. Because inside that promise was something entirely to precious. They were waiting at the other side. Just not the one I expected it to be.

Visitors

Hours that day passed by in an excruciatingly slow pace, each minute taking an eternity. Albeit, I learned to enjoy these unenthusiastic moments. Nowadays, it is difficult to find the abundant free-time to revel in your own thoughts. And the abiity felt like pure bliss.

 

"Hey,Charlotte," Maggie called, snapping me out of my reverie. I merely glanced at her, unable to stop my curious nature from prying.

 

"What?"

 

"Which one looks best on my nails?" She inquired, carefully scrutinizing her options before her. There was a small variety, but after knowing her for many years, I was aware that Maggie was absolutely horrid when coming to conclusions.

"Blue,black, or red?" 

 

"Black and red," I replied, keeping my answer clipped and concise. Though, a wave of mischief washing over me drowning and robbing me of all inhabitions. I couldn't stop myself from blurting the words. They spewed out like blood of a new bonr

"After all, these colors bring out the evil in you."

She laughted at that, her cackle filled with such a coldness I felt a shiver go down my spine. Thus far, I knew two sides of Maggie that existed. The one that had shown me no mercy when it came to approval of others. And the genuine, caring one who'd stand up for those she befriended.

 

The latter side of her was something I had only heard of from the girls. For as long as I could remember, there was an unspoken line drwn between Maggie and me. It kept us apart, ut when either of us threatened to stroll into other's territory, hell would be set loose. We couldn't hide in our shells from the inevitable, we simply had to endure the consequences. And that was exactly what I had done. I'd strode into Maggie's territory as an uninvited.

"What are you trying to do exactly? Initiate a fight? Prove a point?" She asked mockingly, her tone harsh and vehament: She stepped closer to my bed, where I had been at the moment. That was when she clasped the collor of my shirt, bringing me up to my feet in definitive hastiness that made me shudder.

  I quickly gripped the rim of my hood, in worries that it might fall off due to the unexpected impact. Though, she barely noticed the imperceptible movement, too blinded by the raw anger that seemed to consume her whole. Maggie was merciless and relentless and cold-hearted. It scared me sometimes, knowing that people as empty and ruthless as her exicted.

"I wouln't if i were you." She wasn't looking at me. Instead she kept her gaze focused on a particulary rusted corner of the room behind me. "I have friends that would gladly have my back as I have theirs. But you see, you don't. You're nothing when you don't have people to support you. And because of that, we all know who would win a fight. It was then that I finally acknowledged the irony in our current situation. Maggie had been so wrong, so very wrong, but I had no way to prove it to her. Having my identity revealed was my kryptonite, a weakness that could put me in turmoil for the rest of eternity.

There was no way to assuage the vexation that surged through me with her word. Once the barriers - I had conjured up to protect me - were destroyed, guard let down, I was terrified of the aftermath. For I would lose myself to the monsters of society.

 

"You have no idea what you're dealing with, Maggie," I decided to say. She rolloed her eyes, disbelief palable in her reaction. My heart clenched as I grit my teeth, thinking nothing was ever going to get past her.

  She began to tremor before she prepared to retaliate. But her words took a blind leap into the void as the door beside us stood ajar. My saprise was obvious when I saw Margaret's crimped face hiding withing the crack. "Girls, I suggest you stop before you do something rash." Margaret seethed, talking umbrage at our exchange. She briefly pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaustion rolling off of her in such undulating waves, I almost felt it myself. "There's a visiter here now and I'd appreciate it if you go to the meeting by yourselves without me having to drag you down myself."

 

With that, she vacated the room and an immense silence took her place. But withing that silence was something that was enfolded with hope. Visiters rarely came to the orphanage and whenever they did, each moment had been etched into everyones momory.

It was the hesitation, or our desire for parent companionship that made us forget the situation we were once in. But eventually Maggie flinched and wrenched her hand upward from my collar. Taking a few steps back, she quickly made a buzz line towards the door.

When I made a move to follow her, she paused. "Don't," she hissed. She casted a glance to me from over her shoulder, and it was the crazed look in her eyes that stopped me. "Out of all twelve girls, why would she ever pick you? It'll just be a waste of time if you went to see whoever is down there pick anyone but you." 

   Her words were like a blade slashing thin skin. It hurt. It was painful. But some things in life were like that. Sometimes you needed to take a step back and get away from all the hurt. Getting stuck in your suffering left you breathless, gasping for air, clausterphobic, entangled within the damage and overwhelming feelings. My face twisted into one of rage. "Oh? And what makes you think that you'll get adopted then!?"

 

"I never said that," she retorted. An expression veils her face, falling hard and fast, and there was no possible was for me catch it before it went. "But I have a better chance than you. While I'm an open book, you're nothing but a closed-up mystery. Too fragile for anyone to touch."

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