Chapter 1

"Okay, okay quiet down little ones," I quiet down my children as they gather around my feet as I sit in the old rickety rocking chair. 

"What story are you going to tell us today, Mama?"  Gabriel, my eldest son, spoke up with a toothy grin.  All my other children erupted in loud questions and arguments of what story I will tell. 

"Have I ever told you the story on how me and your father met?"  All the children looked at each other then all shook their heads when they realized I have not told them the story. 

"Can we hear it mother?"  John, my second eldest son, asked with hoping eyes. 

"Sure I can, little one."  I replied, thinking on where I should start...

It was an early fall day and I was walking to school thinking and debating if I should just go back home.  I have a bad reputation in high school for being bullied.  I was a senior in high school and all four years sucked.  I was once popular in school freshmen year until the middle of the year I started to get bullied for the rest of my school life time by the cheerleaders and jocks.  I use to have a lot of friends in the school, mostly with the jocks because I was athletic.  Then I talked to the wrong jock and it was all downhill from there.  The captain of the cheerleaders thought I was trying to get with her boyfriend. 

"Hey look who's here, it's the slut!"  One of the football players yelled out then threw a book at my back which got all the kids in the halls to point and laugh at me.  I picked up my pace trying to get to class faster, but almost all the kids started to throw paper balls and other trash at me.  Until I was shoved into the lockers roughly, I let out a pained whimper then groaned as I slid to the ground clutching my shoulder.

"Oh sorry I didn't see you bitch."  One of the wrestlers named Jonathan laughed as a group chuckled and muttered other mean comments.  The cheerleaders came up and started calling me different names which didn't really bother me because they are just words, but when the kicks and punches came I covered my ears and tried to curl into a ball.  Kicks were aimed at my stomach which made me wheeze and gasp for air.  The wrestlers tried stomping on my legs and arms.  The pain was too much tears fell from my eyes begging to any god that would listen to me asking them to make them stop.  After about five minutes or so they finally stopped their torment and name calling.  I laid there on the ground in pain and tears in my eyes, I just laid there as other students passed by me and turned a blind eye to the event that just took place between me and the athletes.  I stayed in that position until the halls of the school cleared.  I finally got the strength to get myself up off the ground and get myself to the nurse's office.

Once I arrived at the nurse's I laid down on one of the medical beds when the main nurse Heather walked over to me.

"They did it again huh sugar," the southern nurse said with a slight accent asked as she kneeled down by the bed.  I nodded and sniffled, wincing at the pain in my side.

"It's a shame the principle and the teachers don't do anything.  It's so cruel that they turn a blind eye on the situation that takes place in the halls.  I wish I could do something more, but I'm just a nurse and that's out of my state of power.  I'm sorry sweety."  The nurse said while she attended to my cuts and bruises, and told me I had no broken ribs like last time they ambushed me.  

I stayed with the nurses for the rest of the school day to stay away from the bullies.  I left school early that day to get an early start home, I was home alone again and my parents were away on a trip. They didn't really like me so they left me here at the house while they went and traveled Europe.  'What great parents I have' I thought as I did my usual routine at home that consists of tending to my wound, eating, showering, and homework.  So I went through my checklist, tended to my wounds check, homework; didn't have any, now I just need to eat and shower.

I decided to take a nice warm shower, on my way up the stairs I discarded one article of clothing almost every step I took until they were all off.  When I got to the bathroom all my clothes were in my arms,  placing my clothes down on the ground and covering my bear chest out of a weird habit I have, not being that big I was able to cover both of them with one arm.  I grabbed my towel and turned on the shower making sure it was at the right temperature then got in.  I let the warm water run down my back, down my pale skin, down my bruises and cuts.  I hissed in slight pain mentally notting to be careful of the bruises on my back.  The steam from the hot steam filled the room making it feel like a sauna, which made it really relaxing.  For the first time today a smile appeared on my face as I sat under the water.  I was relaxed, I was happy, I was able to feel like myself.  After what felt like hours I finally got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my slim body and picked up my clothes, heading to my room down the hall.

Once  arriving at my room I drew the blinds shut in fear someone would see me changing.  I dropped the towel that was around my body to the ground and grabbed my pj pants and a sports bra. I slid on my underwear and pajama pants and sat on my bed letting out a soft sigh.  Then I carefully put on my sports bra mindfully watching out for the bruises on the sides of my ribs. When the bullying started I stopped wearing shirts to bed because it would rub against my bruises and cuts, making them worse.  I decided to skip dinner and stay in bed curled up in blankets being warm and happy. 

Sooner or later I fell asleep as the dreamless night darkened my bedroom.  Shadows danced across my walls as cars passed the house.  I lay there still in the bed as I let my mind wander to another land full of dreams.  It was all black, as darkness consumed my mind, I saw nothing but a recurring image slowly fading into view.  This same image came to me for a while now the same dark red eyes that can stare into anyone's soul.  What did the eyes mean, They just stared, not looking at anything and everything at the same time.  They were from something greater, something new, something that will bring great evil.  Those eyes strong, and powerful, but somehow also kind and soft like they were searching for something to love. 

The same eyes that can make me quiver in fear but also draw me in and want to know who this creature's eyes belong to.  It was only eyes I saw, nothing else, just the deep red piercing eyes I fear and love.  I wanted the eyes, I wanted to know where they came from, I began to walk, closer to them.  They weren't just a deep red but as I got closer they also had flakes of gold in them.  Like a wildfire behind glass where the slightest touch will unleash a great doom and destruction on the world. Then they began to fade.

The morning came with a start as my alarm clock drew me back from fantasy to reality.  It drew me away from the captivating eyes.  Once again I let out a sigh and sat up rubbing the ick out of my eyes.  Sitting there for about five minutes I finally got out of bed and stretched.  Doing my morning routine like a mindless robot, it only took me thirty minutes to get ready for the hell hole called school.  I debated with myself whether or not I should go to school early or not.  I already knew that if I was early or late the jocks and cheerleaders are still going to find me.  And if I even think about missing the morning beating they will make my life even worse than it is now if that's even possible.

I sucked up my fear and went to school early and went right to the library knowing jocks hate the library.  It's like holy water to demons; they hate it that much.  I went to the back of the library claiming the back corner for myself.  Taking out my phone I was hoping to see a message from my parents but the inbox was still empty like always.  When the bell rang for the first period I quickly walked to the assigned class I had which was english.  No one bothered me in the halls for some reason and it was quite unnerving and eerie that I didn't hear names being yelled at me or felt stuff get thrown at me.  The whole day was like that, no name calling no items got thrown at me, you could say it was peaceful, and it was.  Even though I knew it was the calm before the storm I still enjoyed the day that I had.  Wishing everyday could be like this, like old times.

Since the school day went great it also went fast, I was already on my journey home with a huge smile on my face.  I decided that night I was going to watch a movie and maybe be a little evil and have ice cream.  I chuckled to myself at the thought of me holding a bowl with a mound of ice cream in it while laughing maniacally as the world burned behind me.  After calming myself down from the small chuckling fit I realized I was at my front door.  Time does fly when you're not constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure none of your bullies followed you home.  Once again I did my routine, looking at the now faded bruises, I ate dinner before my shower this time.  My dinner consists of just a PB&J sandwich and a small clementine.  After eating I cleaned up my crumbs and peels and went upstairs to take my shower. 

This time I didn't undress with each step I took, I just went to the bathroom.  In the bathroom, I turned on the water and then got undressed; stepping in the warm water instantly hit my body.  I sighed happily as I let the water wash away my worries.  The steam filled the bathroom quickly, and I didn't want to leave the warm safety of the water, but after thirty minutes I finally got out and wrapped the towel around my body.  The smile I had never left my face as I went to my bedroom. 

Something possessed me not to close my blinds this time I'm not sure why but I knew it was going to have big consequences later.  Brushing off the thought I got dressed in my PJs thinking nothing could go wrong with the world.  I went downstairs still having the weird feeling and still wondering why I didn't close the blinds.  I got a bowl and some ice cream.  Scooping a few scoops of ice cream into the bowl my mind wandered to the feeling I got.  It was familiar, I felt it before but where…. The eyes….

I felt the same feeling with the eyes watching me in my dreams.  The feeling of something heavy as it bours weight down on me.  Like the world was on my shoulders, and life was in my hands.  But for some reason I felt important, I knew I was meant for more at this moment.  I took my bowl of ice cream to the family room and turned on the television and looked for a movie. My decision on the movie was a classic horror movie.  I smiled and selected the movie, I sat back in my seat curling up in the blanket I had and the pillows that are on the couch.  After about two hours the movie ended and I turned off the television and put the empty bowl in the sink.  After cleaning up the kitchen I headed up to my bed ready to welcome sleep into my life.

Laying down, my bedroom once again lit up but the car lights passing by the house.  My eyes become heavy with sleep as darkness invaded my mind.  Those eyes came into view but there were more, something new but ancient.  They shined with a dark light that brightened the black room, but also creating a dark aura.  I shuddered in fear the same way the eyes make me quiver in my skin.  I got closer, the eyes and the new item like last time in my dream.  The closer I got, the more I could see that the new item was a pair of raven black wings, that were big and grand.  I reached my hand out to feel perfectly a lined feathers.

When my fingers came into contact with the marginal coverts also known as the upper layer of the feathers, I felt a strong pulse as my heart thumped louder in my ears.  Like drums pounding loudly, like a warning or a dangerous melody bringing anyone near.  I ran my fingers down to the primary long feathers intransed with midnight color of them.  Getting to the bottom of the wing a sharp piercing pain shot through my spine.  It felt like nails raking down my skin, ripping apart each muscle and nerve, driving deeper like it's digging to rip out my spine.  Like a predator trying to get to my innered and devour all of me.

I let out a moan of pain falling to my knees.  I never felt this before even when I was bullied.  I tried to run but it seemed like I was being held down by an unknown force.  The new weight resting on my shoulders and legs forced me to lay on my stomach as the piercing pain grew and spread lower down my back and spine.  I wanted to yell out for help but my voice seemed to crack out a pained whimper.  I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, never have I thought the dark room with the mesmerizing eyes and captivating wings would turn into a living nightmare, people fear and pray to never encounter.  I looked up looking for anything to help but all I saw were the eyes.  Fear raked my body now knowing that the dark evil destruction that the eyes once held has been released upon me.  

I held the eyesight in an intense staring competition, I searched for why this was happening to me, looking for answers of any kind.  But nothing came just then a heavy stare of emotionless eyes.  Tears began to stream down my face of pain and fear and sadness. I thought the eyes loved me and longed to be with me but it is clear they wanted nothing to do with me.  I wanted to curl up and disappear not wanting to be here anymore.  I fear I made a great enemy that will bring me to my demize.