Around twenty minutes later (It took that long to pick an outfit from Erica's closet) I had climbed out the window and run away blindly storming the streets. With of course Mr Cat leading the way and peering around every corner suspiciously. His slitted pupils dilated till there was no longer colour in his eyes and he seemed unfriendly towards random strangers that would pass by us.

There was something very different about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It's like he's waiting for something to happen, someone to jump out from behind tree or shoot at us from a car. Or the usual demon awaiting to lure me in then eat me alive while singing a creepy nursery rhyme. He was very anxious in his behaviour, it was subtle but knowing him the way I do I could tell he was disturbed. When I asked all I got was a blank glare then he focused back on hissing at people. I decided not to ask again from then on.

"How long before you think he'll notice?" I questioned Mr Cat. I rolled my eyes at his meow. "Yes I know you can't really speak, or at least not in this realm. But that dream... Mr Cat it was unlike any dream I've ever had. Do all angels go through that transformation or are they all born that way anyway?"

Just another meow.

"How come you can talk in my dream but not in real life?" Because anything can happen in a dream you idiot I mentally answered myself.

He made a sigh of impatience and I decided to drop the subject but it occurred to me that something is not adding up. I can feel the pang of fear tickling at my feathers and the desperate need to be home is now. I need to see Sally and Michael and maybe Aunt Gladys. What about Henry? Oh fuck it. I don't care about him anymore. But Lara? And what rumour would Nicole be spreading about me now? I began speed walking.

"Mr Cat we need to move faster."

"Meow."

When we finally got back to my place I ran right for the front door and slammed my fist against it in urgency. It was already open and it creaked as my force against it made it slam into the wall. Why is it open? I shared a look with the cat that last a blink before staring back inside. There's a cold draft coming from the house.

"Mum?" I called as I stepped inside. Mr Cat slid through my feet as I glanced up at the staircase. "Sally?" I continued walking into the living room finding the television left on with the Real Housewives. Mum never misses this show even if it's a re-run. Don't panic yet! She could be on a pee break or getting snacks. "Aunt Gladys?" I walked into the kitchen. Empty. "Michael?" I thought about calling for the twins but decided against it.

1. They are never home

2. I would have called for them as Bitch 1 and Bitch 2. And if everyone else is home they wouldn't have appreciated it.

"Mum!" I shouted the concern rising.

"Meow." My eyes spotted Mr Cat sitting up on the island bench but he was facing away from me staring down at something. I slowly walked around it and lost my breath at the pool of blood splattered on the floor. Immediately I panicked and screamed for everyone. Then I started running out from the kitchen following the blood trail and it stopped right back at the staircase. I did not see the blood there before which means it's fresh, someone is dead and the murderer is still here... And it just avoided me. A dark side of me got angry, the other, maybe the light side got frightened and wanted to run away for help rather than use my power blindly and face the murderer. I was going to leave, not be that stupid character in the horror movie that follows the thing that can and will kill you but!

I heard a door close from upstairs.

Way up in the attic.

My breathing went uneasy as my hands shook violently. I clenched one into a tight fist and the other grabbed the railing. Mr Cat didn't stop me from moving up but he didn't follow me either.

~*~

I paced up the same dark staircase to the dusty dark attic only I felt the air around me get heavier as I moved closer to the door. I know someone is behind there waiting for me. I can feel their overbearing presence and a migraine starting. Should I yell out a threat? Storm in screaming a battle cry while throwing balls of purple flames? I don't enough of my power to be able to do that. Could I? My stomach dropped at believing that the evil has got my family. Even if they aren't related to me by blood they mean the world to me and the fact that I may be helpless brought a heaviness to my chest which I tried to ignore. I wish I hadn't spent so much time wanting to run away from them and escape to this fantasy world, after the angels, the demons, even Blaz I especially wish I wasn't determined to figure out what Blaz was doing. Because knowing anything hasn't made my world a lot better, now I see the danger I've put others.

I have the wings however it has costed me so many things. A friendship, a family, and a chance at a life I had originally planned before Blaz had returned to my world. Now everyone could be dead.

Blaz will be all I have left. And the Cat...

I now regret going against what Will and Dara had wished for me. To be safely hidden away from both sides and now that I am both sides there is no turning back.

Am I being melodramatic? No. Because someone's blood has been spilled and I don't who's. For a moment I thought about Blaz wanting to keep me away from the house, how he wanted me secure in his home and wondered if it's because he knew someone was going to go after me now that I have changed. What if he knew someone was going to come to the house to find me and hurt my family? What if he planned it?

I refuse to believe it.

I reached for the door handle quietly turning it and pushing the door open. I didn't step in until I turned on the light which revealed thick layers of filth on the walls and the pillars, on the one circle shaped window but strangely enough the dust on the floor has been swept around in circular patterns.

"Where are they?" I growled out clenching my jaw. I noticed two smoky silhouettes standing in the far corner. I didn't flinch. I stood my ground and glared at them. "Well?"

Their response was an ear piercing screech, like nails being dragged across a blackboard and they charged at me while swirling around each other. Without thinking my hands set alight and I threw flames at them. They disappeared immediately and I put out the flames on my hands by shaking them out.

"Jelly!"

"Michael?" I whipped my head around trying to find him. "Michael where are you?" I ran to the curtain where I had originally found the locket and this time I found Michael sitting their crying his eyes out and blood splattered all over his pyjamas. Behind him was Aunt Gladys and she was a lifeless body covered in her own pink pixie dust, Michael kept shaking her body trying to wake her up. I sobbed horrified but kept myself together grabbing Michael's wrist but he fought against me frightened.

"No! Mummy!"

"Michael I'm so sorry." I whispered trying to draw him into me so I could get us both out of here. "Michael stop." I pleaded as he kept fighting out of my grip to crawl back to his dead mother. The uneasiness came back so suddenly and making the air again a giant weight against back. "Michael we need to leave, where's Sally? Where are your sisters?" All he did was scream at me and throw himself onto the floor. "Michael?" I shouted panicked. His little wide eyes just kept drowning with tears then he screamed at something behind me. I attempted to turn around quickly.

But darkness got to me first.

~*~

"This is unbelievable." A voice sneered and it awoke me from what felt like a deep sleep that lasted centuries. My head is killing me. Do I want to wake up? Or do I sleep to ignore the pain? Wait I should probably find out where I am. Why can't I move my wings? I growled at the racket some girl was making. Who is that yapping on?

"Ouch! You pulled too hard! Argh give me that brush!" Someone screeched.

What the fuck? I mentally groaned as I forced open my eyes. I saw these metal bars in front of me and for a second I thought I wasn't actually awake and still dreaming. I glanced down at myself and saw my top half completely stripped and my wings tied together. My breasts hanged out but the culprit left me in my jeans and if I didn't just grow my new feathered wings I would have been appalled, well I am disgusted and feel violated but it's understandable. I sat up and glared through the bars of my cage finding two girls grooming themselves in front of a long mirror hanging on a peeling wall.

"Macy and Stacy? You have got to be fucking joking." I hissed under my breath so they wouldn't hear me. I doubt they were even paying attention with the way they are combing their hair or fixing their gothic ruffled dress with great black bows on the back and spider web patterened stockings.

I searched around the haunting looking room that appears to be a very large drawing room with old couches and glowing white cobwebs. Next to me on my right sat Michael in his own little smaller cage sobbing silently to himself. I wanted to reach out to him but to my left was an extremely familiar presence. I thought at first it was a mirror stationed next to me and I was staring at my reflection. But my reflection was completely stripped and skin losing its colour at a dangerous speed. I blinked. Another 'me' in in the opposite cage and on instinct I reached out and poked my-her-uh thigh. As soon as our skin met, the white mess of curly hair rippled and darkened until it shortened into raven hair, smooth and shiny on the pale face of my Hound's sister. Erica? Now it all made sense. She was pretending to be until I was ready to come home. You angel! How can these bitches over power someone as fantastic as you? If Blaz were to find her like this hell if he found the both of us like this, naked and beaten I can't imagine what he would do. I wish he was here right now, I wish I didn't just runaway from him and convinced him to come with me.

"Are we sure about this Stacy?"

"You're having doubts?" Stacy spat almost appalled.

"No. I only mean about who we're giving the thing to. I feel we could score a better deal with the leader of the Light."

"You would choose the Light side over Darkness?" Stacy continued to comb her hair but I could see her putrid eyes darkening in the mirror.

"Wrong again! Stop thinking the worst of me. I only want what's more efficient. Can you imagine what the Dark Emperor would offer if we said we offered a better deal elsewhere?"

"He would destroy us and take her anyway." She replied dully.

Macy looked off and thought about it. "You're probably right." Then she got out a nail filer and focused on that.

I gazed back at an unconscious Erica and a silent weeping Michael trying to think of someway to keep them safe. But in the cage I am powerless so I began to improvise.

"What is going on?" I questioned.

"Oh look who's up?" Stacy turned around in her little stool to sneer at me. Macy just to look up and their glares felt needles piercing into my skin.

"Little, sweet Angelica. Who through her changing to become one of the most powerful creatures in this realm—"

"Grew big tits too." Stacy clapped her hands together as Macy pouted mockingly.

"I asked a question." You evil little cunts. "Answer me or suffer the consquences."

Stacy perked her brow while Macy looked slightly disturbed. "The concequences?" Stacy purred intrigued. "Take a moment to process your position and take a moment to remember how you got here."

"Jelly..." Michael whimpered. I gazed over looking deep within his frightened eyes. My heart dropped.

"You killed your own mother. You killed Aunt Gladys." I said lowly.

"Mama didn't like us playing with Blackmagic. Contacting the dark forces on the otherside or other realms." Macy said with a blank expression as if she felt no remorse for what she had done. No remorse for anything thay have been doing.

"Mama had to be silenced for good so we had no one in our way." Stacy added. "She saw handling the other Angelica imposter there. She realised what we were doing."

"She had to go." Macy said.

"You're sick." I said gripping the bars. "What have you done with my mother?"

Stacy chuckled. "Who? Sally? The woman who adopted you? Angelica your care for this woman is almost as stupid as your name."

"Yes, did your parents name you that to be ironic?" Macy grinned finding her confidence again and grinning from ear to ear.

"Angelica the Light and Dark Angel. An abomination of a powerful demon and a weak little angel. How disgusting... And I can't believe that the result was you."

"You of all people."

"It bothers me so much."

"We were hoping for someone great."

"You are a great disappointment."

"A puny little girl who doesn't even have a clue of what's going on. It's amazing how you didn't sense us. She sensed us though." They looked at Erica. "That's why she pretended to be you."

"She saw us watch you and that Dark angel boy of the night of your... Changing."

"What have you done to her?" I questioned angrily.

"Nothing much. Just put her to sleep. Michael will be next if he doesn't stop crying."

"You will not touch him!" Their bodies quivered, like a rippled illusion and for a second I saw the dark shadows that had been haunting me. "You have been following me."

"Not you specifically."

"We were suspicious of that boy."

"You were just a bonus."

"Where is my mother?" They smirked not answering. It was Michael who spoke up. "She was out Angelica. She is safe." I felt uncomfortable by his use of my full name. He wouldn't look at me, like he couldn't or it would bring him pain.

Stacy sneered. "Don't act all innocent you little brat."

"Don't talk to him like that."

"Don't you want to know one of our main sources?"

"I'm not interested to know what you put on your food, thanks." I sarcastically but angrily muttered.

They scowled. "Not souce you idiot. Information!"

"Oooooooooh." I replied sardonically and whether or not they understood it didn't even matter.

"You stupid bitch. Your beloeved Michael was the one spilling everything about you. He told us every plan and every word that was shared between you and all the angels you probably whore around with."

"You're such despicable liars!"

"Oh are we? Tell her Michael."

"Tell Angelica how you betrayed her and your own bestfriend to us." Michael burst into silent tears and rolled over to curl up way from me.

I glared at the twins. "It doesn't matter." I said through clenched teeth. "All that matters is I'm going to get out of this cage, and I will kill you both."

"Not even going ask what we want with you?"

"I understand enough that I am some bargaining tool. What exactly am I being bargained for?"

"Power." They said in unison. "Riches." Eyes glowing. "Immortality."

"Ah the usual villain stuff. Well that's unoriginal."   

Yes! I finally updated! You can get off my back now!! I'm in year 12, it's hard and uninspiring I've avoided literature homework for this chapter!!

Love ya all and thank you for actually being patient, Mr Cat and Myself appreciate it dearly though he and I fear that this story will soon be coming to an end. I don't want this book to go more than fifty chapters. But it's me who knows what I'll do? 

Anyway stay fabulous, stay confident and awesome and Meow for Now!!!