FBI officials and agents all hustle to confiscate the stolen items up for auction. I had hoped for Lucifer to get back his Angel wings, much as he played off dismissal, it didn't take no genius to see how much it bothered him they were taken from him.

" I'm sorry you didn't end up getting 'em back, Lucifer."

I frowned, my empathy and commiserative spirit wounded, I felt his hand lose its grip on the synthetic feathers fabric. In response to my touch he subtly lifts his hand I retract mine, thinking I had overstepped a boundary. Much to my delight he conjoined our fingers.

" Don't be, darling. You're not gonna to be held responsible for something you can't control. In the case of angels, though. You have got to tell how on earth you and my obsolete of a brother know of each other."

Lucifers stipulation made me want to laugh out loud. I waited on him to finish his implications he wished to tell.

" Do I have to worry he'll be a possible competitor?"

I wasn't following. Competitor? For what exactly does he mean by that? I asked.

" For... what?".

" I see you got your .. Wings." Mom, returning back from inspecting the auditorium, stated. I shyly slid my fingers out of Lucifers. " Thought you'd be happier." I fiddled around the blazer, Lucifer had placed on my bare arms, shivering. Air-conditioning was on full blast temperature.

" These aren't my wings." Replied Lucifer and I stand up, arms shifted around my torso as my hands started to warm. Mom covered my chest by adjusting the position of the blazer.

" Then.. then whose wings are they? If not yours?"

Asks mom, wiping away stains of lipstick on my lip. I could rely on my mom to be all maternal, with me, in the most unreliable of places.

" it's obviously someone with a warped mind and an un-innate sense of humour. Which is not at all funny. These are knock-offs! A sham! Right kick in the Face if you ask me. I mean, it's good work, I'll give them that much."

I hear camera lens shuttering each second, taking the time to make acute frame by frame photos for evidence. In no time these will all be back, and given to their respective native home countries they were taken from.

" .. the actual owner of the wings."

Lucifer let the 'false' feather free fall.

I dragged my eyes back, after staring around the space of historical artefacts, to him.

" it's not at all a coincidence that my wings are stolen one day, and then Carmen's selling an exact replica a week later. No, this is some serious foul play, here, Detective. Ellie."

My phone does a repetitive buzz noise. I have an incoming call, not sparing a second to look at who it is on my phones screen, I answered. I half-expected it to be Aidan, nevertheless that isn't the factor at play here.

" Ellie, Honey. Hi! It's me. Mel!"

Mel? How did.. I let my mind go blank, trying to figure out when I gave out my personal number to her. She answered.

" I got your mobile while you went to the restroom. It is creepy, I know. Your brother was saying how much that was an invasion of your privacy. I'm incredibly sorry 'bout that."

She apologised, for taking my phone when I left it unsupervised. I wasn't bothered by it, however I was surprised.

" N..No. it's fine. What is the purpose of this call, Mel. Not to sound rude." I wanted to keep contact minimal and much as Melissa is a nice woman, she is lovely, I didn't care enough. But I kept it neutral.

" Oh! Right. Right. I was.. was just having a talk, with your brother, relating... well relating to you coming back you know. To the hospital. Say a last goodbye before the plug is pulled on your father's machine."

I readied a reply, I have said in the past few days, of 'No'.

I however stop to think. 'Maybe this.. could be.. good. Wait, what am I even saying. This'll definitely not be the case.' I made my decision.

" Alright. I can.. I can do that, Mel."

I am just holding out on whether I am making the right course of action saying 'Yes'. Much as I want to be positive, the Cons are outweighing the Pros.

~•~

Coming back to the hospital certainly wasn't a great choice, on an account of the mourning of Malcom happening tonight and a 'celebration' that was his life, spent as a corrupted human.

I am alone in his private room while Mel and my 'brother' were having some rejuvenation time, at the overpriced and expensive cafe here. I'm not too fond of being left to my own devices, I hated it actually.

'Hate' is quite a strong term. I can't think of another way I could use the word in this context and moment.

" What do I even.. even say. Oh, hey, look it's me. Your kid, that you were kept away from cause you're an actual psycho. who has killed people, and worked, to conspire against your department."

Acid rising in my mouth at the bittersweet reality, of who I am facing, I take a breather. I move to stand.

" You ruined.. you ruined me. Even while you.. you lay, lifeless. And the stupid thing is I don't even properly hate you, Malcolm. I'm so torn."

I composed myself, after a few seconds letting my emotions get the best of me, and a doctor came in to Malcolm's private room. Melissa, I guess my brother had went back to his home in response to not being able to be here when the plug is pulled, is alone. Family members, who I forgot the names of, had joined.

" Are you ready? Miss? Mrs. Graham?"

Asked the doctor, in charge of disconnecting my father's machine. Mel nods, I gave her the space needed for her to say her last goodbye. The respirator of his life-support, in charge and responsible for giving him air, is taken away which sounded flatline alarms.

' I'll be glad to hear he's in hell. Now. No heaven for a monster like him.'

Just as I could think of leaving there is a dreaded sound, I had thought would not be possible to hear. A heart beat.

'Malcolm. He is alive? He was just.. he was just pronounced dead.' Astounded, and in shock, the doctor re-checks his vital signs.

My feet take horrified steps away, in disbelief. 'H...How did he..' There was a presence I could feel boring into my skull behind me. I snapped my head, which I caught the glimpse of a silhouette strolling past and beyond my vision.

" Malcolm. Malcolm, honey. It's time to.. wake up. Your daughter. She's here. She's here, Hon. I know you will love to see how much she has grown, into a strong and very gorgeous girl. I know I see it all so well. Come on. H..Honey."

Mel wanted me to hold her hand, sniffling, for comfort. I complied. Though still keeping the distance I did away from the family members, I had discomfort being closed contact with. He did a fearful, rough, pained gasp of air and my heart races watching his eyes frantically looked in each corner of the hospital ward room, then laid eyes on me. He croaked out. " Elisabetta."

'I wonder how this will go.'

~•~

FOUR DAYS LATER

~•~

The day all students were awaiting for had now arrived. Prom. There was nothing more than a whimsical, ecstatic, smiles on each of their faces. knowing this would commemorate and officiate no more school. Who are graduating from high school of all places.

Before all of that I wanted to wish Lucifer a happy 'Birthday'.

He didn't technically have one, it's another day for me since I am now nineteen. We shared a day, for celebration. If I've learned, from the past, it is you can't ever say no to free food and drinks.

'My birthday falls on the same day as Prom. Go figure.' Mom, and dad, came along for the ride.

Uncle Dan was less enthusiastic about saying a nice word simple as 'Happy' Or 'Birthday.' His one-sided rivalry, he had with Lucifer, was real immature but hilarious. Speaking of Lucifer he had tried to keep me to stay, In Lux, however I needed all the time I could spare and afford for prom preparations.

" Ellie. Baby! Do you need help with your make up? Or a..anything at all?"

Aunt Chloe pushes open the door ajar. " Oh. I.. I am speechless, Honey. You look... stunning. I know you said to not cry. I can't help it, honey. Oh crap. Here they come."

Mom, as she started to hold back her oncoming hitched breathing, shuffled her heeled boots towards my vanity.

A rattle from a small box came from behind.

" I.. I know how you are when it comes to this day, and what you feel is valid. I couldn't let it go that easy, though. Here. This's coordinated. Your father and trix helped."

She informed, kissing my hairline, leaning against my back to rest her arms around my neck. I diligently held the small, rectangular, blacked out plastic container box. " Open it. Open it." I unlaced the confectionery ribbon, mindful of it potentially breaking. I breathed out a gasp. it's a carved brass medallion with the letters, of our family name, 'DK'.

'This is beautiful.' Mom pointed to a family portrait in side of the pendant itself.

" this is from the day you graduated kindergarten. You probably.. wouldn't have remembered this special day. I do, though. It's the first day I realised how it's possible time can move fast. You aren't just my little girl, anymore, and you are an actual strong and beautiful woman. I am so proud of you, Ellie. Hey, don't cry."

She laughed, hiding her words thick with emotion, dabbing dry my cheeks which were powered. I used one hand to fan my flushing face after.

" I don't have that much time left, Ma. I need to put my dress on. Before I ruin my make up, go." I waved her off, to leave, and she put her hands up in a mocking fashion of surrender.

I laughed, when she made a face which pretended to be hurt. I cooled off the nerves making my body shake.

A good five minutes, until I actually had the courage to get the dress on, passed. 'I feel... I feel pretty. That's new for me.'

If there is anything I liked more, than wearing dresses, it's imagining myself as a fairytale princess, from a Disney movie. The gown itself is appliqué, periwinkle pink and violet. Sewn together to form free flowing silk waves. I had chosen this specific patterned fabric, as it's a picture perfect representation of modern day flower field and the garden of Eden I've seen in the bibles descriptive chapters. My breasts are shown in a sweetheart shaped V neckline. My four inch heels matched colours and the shade.

" Okay. Now I'm gonna have to come with you, Honey bee. 'Cause I'll be in charge of shooing off Boys from coming near you."

Uncle Dan says, a corsage flower in his hand. I faced and turned to my uncle, from the full-body length mirror I had.

" You look.. remarkable, Honey. I'm super lucky to call you my daughter. I know if Charlie, and Cee-Cee, were here they'd agree."

I did wish, at times, and wonder the 'what ifs..' of exactly how my life would be completely changed if my parents had never been killed. It wasn't fair. 'Life isn't fair I suppose.' uncle Dan puts a hand out for me to take. " thanks, dad. I had my doubts, to be honest, 'bout... well.. this dress."

Self-confidence wasn't a trait i expected myself to have. For the first time in a while I'm sure of what I am wearing and feel comfortable in my skin. Dad twirled me on the spot. " Well. You are most definitely gonna put those other girls to shame, when they see you." He laughs.

" I think it's time, honey. C'mon, Trix wants to see her big sister before she leaves for prom."

I nodded, holding my dad's hand with a tight grip. Memories resurfaced and I'm brought to a time, in my life, of when we had a family trip together to Disneyland in California. Dressing up as Cinderella.

Dad had taken trixie, me, and Mom to get a beautification treatment for us to be turned into royalty for one day. He acted as if we were actually part of the royal family.

My hands trembled, nerves racking for how they'd react.

" Betsy! You look like a princess! Eeek."

Trixie squealed, at the top of her developing lungs, rushing towards me. I caught her body before she could crease the material.

" Mommy! You are so Pweety! Aid! I am right? Am I!?" Ana, seconds later, jumping on me in excitement. ' I should have known I'd be attack by these two.'

Giggling, from Ana and Trixie, filled the air. I'd be more than pleased to hug the girls but this's not the right timing. " 'Kay. Kay'. Let's give her space. Careful of her dress, Monkey." Diverting Trix mom turned her body around, Aidan was copying the said action with Ana.

" just make it clear, Aidan. She is to be home no later than nine-thirty. I will understand if you're not home by then, 'cause of LA and its traffic. However, I won't make an exception if there is otherwise." Mom warned, using her stern 'Mom' voice, and had a finger pointed at Aidans torso. He nods; adhering to her rule.

" Yes Gr.. uh, Ms decker. Chloe. She won't be out long. I'll be sure of that." He said, wincing at his almost saying 'Grandma' error. I found it amusing how oblivious Mom, is when it came to lecturing her Grandson, I giggled at the way Aidan had a kicked-puppy look grumbling. My ears picked up the sound of a camera flashing.

" Sorry, bumble-bee. Had to capture this, so I can show off my beautiful daughter to my buds at the station." Uncle Dan, repentance in his choice of words, says. Showcasing the camera gallery on his phone. " Alright. How 'bout you, Trix, ana and Aidan all get in the frame. All the kids together, for one photo, to celebrate." Dad instructed, wanting us to file in for a photo. He ushered Trixie to join in followed by Anastasia.

" Okay. Everyone ready? Say Congrats Ellie!" Mom clapped her hands, a prideful grin on her lips. " Big smiles! Show me those teeth."

" Congrats Ellie!"

~•~

The lyrics to 'Last Friday night', thank god it's Friday, sung by Katy Perry remixed in a prom playlist the DJ had chosen for tonight's event, blared through hired high school grade music speakers.

Rowdy teen boys holler and sang the wrong phrases Katy was singing, most likely a side effect of spiked punch bowl. Aidan scowls, finding their behaviour immature. " Oh, come on. I bet you anything you had a time of your life, at your prom, aid. Don't make that face."

I chuckled, picturing how he'd act at his prom day in the distant future to this day. 'I wonder if proms will still have the same energy.'

Aidan, re-tailoring his wrist cuffs to his suit and shirt, blows out an exasperated sigh.

" No. matter of fact, I didn't attend mine, Mom. I.. take after.. you in a way. Don't really like the crowds. Kids. The whole party scene." He told me, giving an account to his future endeavours. " Amelia, Oh she definitely is like dad. She loves to party."

I learn new details, of my kids life, each day they are here.

'From what I hear I'll have a lot more to deal with, when it comes to my children.'

" Well. We are here, why don't you let loose. I think it'll be good to experience this. I speak for the both of us really. I should take my own advice."

I state, reluctant I smile, pouring an iced cold peach sweet tea. Bringing up the cup, I went to take a swig of it. Aidan uses his quick thinking speed and swiped the cup. I stared at him, wanting an answer as to why he did it.

" It is laced with alcohol and a drug I can't put my finger on. I can smell it."

He curled both of his lips, baring his teeth in a sneer, eyes changing colour. Red.

" These idiots."

'Right. His super-freaking sense of smell. How could I forget my son is a bloody Angel.'

With a shake of my head, I take the red party cup. I poured the tainted liquid, draining it into a bin disposal.

" There. No one needs to get hurt. See all gone. Calm down, Aid." I threw the cup over my shoulder, it lands in the garbage.

" Let's go. I wanna dance. Even if I am a terrible dancer."

Heaving him to the dance-floor, which is a challenge itself taking in consideration the fact how dense and heavy his body structure was. I bobbed to the saxophone sounds of Whitney Houston's voice singing to 'I wanna dance with somebody'.

Aidan laughed out loud, genuinely. 'That sound is so sweet to hear. He sounds like Lucifer.' I rocked on my heels feeling the song.

' It's good to see him actually enjoy himself.'

I take his hands, the hereditary incoordination I had and my aversion of dancing showing. I'm an awkward dancer despite me having classes.

Danger. Behind you. I was quick, with how I react, but not enough to dodge an assault from Rebecca of all people. She out-thrusted her fist and it made contact with my left eye.

" Woah."

Students exclaimed, not expecting the sudden violence. Aidan held my shoulder, dangerously glaring at her.

" That is for thinking you can act all tough, in front of the entire school, and not know your place Orphan."

She spat her words.

" There's no surprise, you earned the name of goody two-shoes decker. Your Mom is one as well. That bitch of an aunt you have, Chloe. My father was right 'bout her. Palmetto bitch."

The entire student population, in prom attendance, forgathered and accumulated by numbers.

' To think this was suppose to be a night of fun.' My knuckles begin cracking. 'How dare... how dare she call my aunt That. Name.'

Her dad is Anthony Paolucci. How could I have not seen the family resemblance. I held on to a thread of self-control I have, wanting to be the bigger person and woman. Which is breaking in pieces at Rebecca confident rant.

" What? Are you going to go cry to your aunt? How I'm right? Huh? Are you gonna cry 'bout how your parents died, saving your life. I find that incredibly selfish. They'd be alive if they didn't sacrifice their lives, needless, as t.."

Hadn't had enough of her inconsiderate, and cruel words, my fist swings to a right rook to her specially operated-on nose. I watched on, in stupefaction, to Rebecca's body flying at the speed of light across the room. My fist cracking her surgically enhanced face. Metal ringing, I checked my gifted silver bracelet and it gleams.

A group of boys, originally singing off-tune to the songs, yelled out an exclamation shout at Rebecca's body being thrown in a fold out table. Fifty feet from where I stood. " What t.."

" M..Mom. This is.. this's another story I Sh.. should have told you. I knew this was going to go down."

Aidan, speaking in a volume so I'm the only person who could listen to him, stated guiding me back and away from the shocked eyes of each student.

" Please, Mom. Now."

'What is happening to me? Where did the... the strength come.. from?'

JASMINE SPEAKS;

Ellie is getting stronger and stronger. Where did it all come from? Obviously with her being some kind-of super human, with strength, it's not hard to figure out that part.

If you had to choose a song for Ellie, what is it and why that song ?

Rebecca is Anthony's kid, as you can all see. I wanted to add in some more drama, making him have a child, to the already dramatic plot.

How did you like how I wrote Ellie's prom scene? I am not from America. I have no past experience in prom. In Australia we have 'Formals' which are basically our proms.

I realise betty is 'Nineteen'.

I had to alternate the age of betty because of wattpad guidelines.

Before I see the 'Why is she nineteen and in school? Still? Thats stupid.'

I know, I'm aware. This is not real life. It's fan-fiction. Of course it won't make sense but I want to keep my story.

I am just following the rules, they've made, for age related content restrictions wattpad has.

Thank you for your understanding.