We entered my apartment in total darkness. This is so weird. Abby always
leaves a light on when we are not home. I turned the light switch on once I
entered the apartment and was greeted with nothing. "I think you might have
tripped a breaker. You stay here, princess," Armand kissed my forehead,
"and I will go and check it out." I stood there waiting quietly. The door
was wide opened but their wasn't enough light coming from the partial moon
to light up the living room. I heard the passing, swoosh of the cars from
the highway near the complex. Other than those sounds the complex was
quiet.
The lights flickered on and Armand came around the corner. A smile was on
his face. "All done. Now let's take a look at those wings." He removed my
trench coat and my wings stretched out. They filled up half of the room we
were in. Armand gave me a critical gaze as he walked around my body. I felt
the light touch of his fingers as they caressed the edges of my newly
formed wings. "They feel like silk. They're even completely translucent. I
can literally see right through them." Armand said with a smile as he began
moving my right wing lightly. I looked over and looked at what was attached
to me. Armand was right. I could see through them. I can also see the
interlaced weaving of the blood vessels. They were dark, almost black. The
color of blood once it oxidizes. "I thought blood vessels are supposed to
be blue?" I heard myself say out loud.
A voice came from behind me. "Pixie wings take on a color to themselves.
Your brother's wings have orange and yellow woven through them. I think the
colors represent the type of person you are." I turned to see me father
standing there with bright eyes. "I heard on the wind that tonight someone
received their wings. When I arrived at the spot where the power emanated
from; Silvanus explained what had happened." There was no remorse or pity
in my father's eyes just happiness.
I began laughing; it was sarcastic then gleeful, "So what that supposed to
mean? You felt someone get their wings. These things are an abomination. I
can't believe that I am even more a freak now than ever!" My wings flared
out hitting Armand in the face. "Hey, watch it Ana, those things can be
lethal if you're not careful." Armand laughed at me. I turned knocking over
a Fern in a purple kitty pot, "SHIT!" I stormed from the living room into
the kitchen. I stood there my wings touching a counter on each side of the
room.
I began taking small breaths controlling my anger. The last thing I needed
was to shift tonight before the full moon Halloween night. I heard the rest
of our group arriving. Jason's voice was what I heard the best, "Hey, who
turned out all the lights in the parking lot? The Super is going to be
pissed when he finds out." There wasn't any other comment made after that
that I could hear.
Logan walked into the kitchen. A look of concern on his face, "Calm down,
wee kitten, we will figure out how to work this through."
"WORK THIS THROUGH!" I snapped/growled out at him. Logan didn't flinch. I
just felt the marks between us flare open as he shown me what I looked like
through his eyes. I stood there looking at myself through Logan's eyes. I
could feel the way he felt seeing me in all my glory. He saw that I was
truly beautiful. I shook my head not wanting to see this; not wanting to
feel how beautiful everyone thought I was. I felt like a freak and now I
looked like one. I was able to accept being a shifter actually I loved the
feel of it running through the night being closer to nature itself. I was
one with it when I used my Fey powers but actually feeling the dirt in my
fur and in between my claws when I climbed the trees smelling the bark as
my claws dug into the moistness of the trees. That was perfection and I
only had to deal with it one night a month, one night that I didn't have to
face strangers during the day or night that wasn't what I am. Now I had an
obvious deformity. It was something that I can't hide from the world.
Something marking what I am. I can't believe this was happening to me.
"You're not a freak. And if facing the humans in the human world bothers
you then stay with me. Be completely my servant. I will teach you all that
you need to know. You don't need that college for what you are to me. My
animal to call." Merriment went through his eyes when he said "Just think
you are my animal and my human servant all rolled into one. Unfortunately,
you lack some of the wonderful side effects a human would give me but all
in all you have plenty enough power to, as they say, outweigh those
particulars." Logan walked to me and touched my body lightly. He let his
power flow across my skin. It was a soft caress of a warrior in battle.
That was Logan's true pure power. I can tell that what it was that had
drawn Alicia, his creator, to him. I laid my forehead against his chest
rocking it back and forth. A low purr left my throat as I felt his hands
rub my arms then tighten around my body. How he managed that I was not
sure, but it felt wonderful to be near him. Logan kissed the top of my head
and stepped back. "I will leave you now so you may talk with your father."
There was an undercurrent of anger rolling off of Logan's aura. I looked
at my father and wasn't sure what was going on between them.
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