When I was 4 years old I loved playing with Barbie, dolls and all those other pretty action figures that make girls have body image issues. Tinker Bell was my favorite because she is just so cute and sparkly with pretty wings. Those fairies seemed amazing to me since somewhere deep down I knew they didn't exist, and that thought made them even more fantastic. We always want what we can't have and I wanted wings because I knew I couldn't have them. Now becoming an angel has changed all of that for me, it has ruined my childhood fantasy because it actually came true.
You know how those fairies carry their selves so gracefully, like their wings weigh nothing, well mine weigh like a ton and I hate them. At the most unexpected moment they decide to make an appearance and it's really pissing me off.
"Wow that was an unexpected turn of events, I take it that you're not used to your wings yet?" Dwayne—the hot mysterious guy said, holding back a laugh.
"Obviously genius, why else do you think I would randomly bring out my wings?" I said, with a roll of my eyes.
"Don't they teach you that in that school?" he asked, pointing towards the general direction of the school, I nodded.
"I just got here so I haven't really taken any classes yet, but I hope I learn soon because these wings are annoying." Dwayne chuckled.
A thought nagged at my mind, making my steps falter a little. What am I doing with a strange guy in the middle of nowhere? What if he is one of those conniving demons I keep hearing about? Yeah, us power angels are civil with demons because we are supposed to work together, but demons are known for their strange fetishes and dangerous pranks. I have to be careful; I just hope he isn't a demon.
"So, Mr. Tour-guide, are you an angel as well?" I asked, casually, secretly hoping that he is.
"Well, yeah...sort of." I frowned at his vague reply, bumping my shoulder against his.
"Oh, come on! You have got to give me more than that, you know almost everything about me...well not really, but you know who I am," I pleaded, giving him my puppy-dog eyes.
"And who am I? That's a secret I'll never tell, you know you love me, xoxo Gossip Girl," he said with a high-pitched voice and a straight face. For a moment my mouth formed an 'O' before I started laughing so hard that I had to clutch my stomach.
"As unexpected and totally hilarious that was, I still want to know what you really are, come on it can't be that bad....unless you are like a dinosaur or something—actually that would be pretty cool." I rambled on.
He sighed, "I am an angelus lapsus." His reply made my frown deepen.
"English please?" he chuckled before telling me it means "fallen angel".
Dwayne then explained to me that a fallen angel is an angel who neither decides to be not an angel nor becomes a demon. They are the in-betweens, so they do have wings but instead of a nice white color they are black. If he ever decides to become a demon, his wings will vanish and will be replaced by horns. At that information, I imagined him with goat-like horns and burst out laughing, at which he gave me a weird look. What can I say, I am a charmer.
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to become a fallen angel? What made you fall." He stopped walking, I looked up to see that he had a hard look on his face, his striking blue eyes were icy, almost chilling me to the bone. I gulped, looking down at my feet. "I-I am so sorry I shouldn't have..." he placed his finger on my lips, making me feel a warm sensation inside my stomach.
