B.L.’s Comments (group member since Nov 23, 2012)

B.L.’s comments from the Weird and I know it :P group.

Einem...JB makes ME want to puke, no offense to JB lovers ;)

WYR eat a whole door, or have a snail climb into your mouth whilst you are asleep?

FROM? like be killed by...lover i suppose, at least then it seems somehow romanitc...ish ;)

WYR have everything taste like chocolate or be stalked by a duck forever? x

An enemy that makes my life hell, because at least then i would have no reason not to tell her to piss off or i'll eat her (seriously did that once and it really does scare them if you say it right;)

WYR wake up one day as Justin Bieber (bleegh, a fate worse than...well, most things) or wake up bald...everywhere?

CHEF! id make cheese on toast with smiley faces ;)

WYR get attacked by a swarm of ducks or have a duck follow you for the rest of your life just staring at you?

Old mine, at least i have a chance of survival there. ;)

WYR be sold in china or become a spider forever?

MOUSE ALLE THE WAY, since i've already actualy done that, not my best moment i have to admit ;)

WYR kiss a frog or your cousin (creepy i know, i'd go with the frog)

Demonic and Angelic

21st October 2012

‘Rory get up you lazy bitch’ Echo Amiel shouts in my ear. I look up from my bed to see her already dressed and just oozing a crap load self importance already. That’s the worst part about group homes, I lie, there are about a thousand shitty things about group homes, but sharing a room with someone you barely know and who also can’t stand you is definitely ONE of the worst. I watch as Echo flicks her fringe in front of the mirror and then brushes her long almost white hair for what I’m guessing is the millionth time this morning. She steps back and inspects herself in the mirror. I honestly don’t know why she bothers it’s not as if she’ll ever look bad, not unless she’s in some kind of terrible accident. Did I sound hopeful then? No, I don’t want Echo Amiel to be scarred physically beyond repair…but I would like to punch her in the face……again. With her perfectly glossy hair, her slim curvy body, creamy smooth skin and wide light blue eyes, she’s gorgeous. All Angels are undeniably stunning and beautiful, no matter how old they are or how powerful, even the lowest ranking Angel would never be mistaken for human. I mean, the wings can kind of give it away obviously, but that isn’t my point.

My point is that it’s too damn early for me to have to watch a girl as up herself as Echo Amiel dither around worrying about how perfect her hair is compared to all the other twits like her at school. I’m not saying caring about how you look makes you an airhead bitch, because it doesn’t, it just particularly grates on me when people like Echo, who ARE airhead bitches, flit around in front of me when I’m already cranky from staying up almost all night to do a piece of coursework. Echo has finished primping and turns to me with what seems to be a permanent sneer on her face, she says ‘get up halfy your late, unless your finally ready to admit you don’t belong with us, you belong with THEM’, by ‘’them’’ she means the Demons.

Yeah…see the thing is I’m not an Angel, I’m not a Demon either actually, I’m both, my mother was an Angel and my father was a Demon. Apparently I’m the first ever half Demon and half Angel, aren’t I so freaking special, more like a mistake thrust upon society according to the Angels. I’m still not entirely sure how the Demons feel about me, all of the ones I’ve met, which isn’t actually that many, they tend to stay in the darker more hidden parts of the city, look at me like they want to either fuck me or kill me. Demons don’t have wings, but they’re definitely not human by a long shot. They aren’t beautiful in the same way that Angels are, but I’ve never heard them being described as ugly. All of the ones I’ve met have been sexy as hell; they are well known for their seductions. The only reason there haven’t been more children like me is because there is apparently something in both races genetics that usually makes them incompatible, therefore unable to have children. So really I’m a whole new kind of freak. Not that Demons and Angels want to have children together; for the most part Demons and Angels hate each other. The two races are so different it’s not exactly a surprise. Angels think that Demons are dangerous and evil, Demons think that Angels…well I don’t really know, they think Angels have too much power I suppose. Angels rule the world, they are the government; the Angels head council control everything. That’s what I’ve been taught since birth, what all Angels are taught, that Angels are amazing and all powerful, and anything that isn’t an Angel doesn’t have a place in their society. I always knew, even though I’m technically a part of their society, that I will never be viewed as an equal.

I sit up purposely slowly, just to annoy Echo and raise one eyebrow, I say as seriously as I can manage, some sarcasm still coming through ‘does that mean I’m not invited to the Angels only party this weekend Echo?, oh fucking hell how ever shall I go on without time wasted talking about hair brushing techniques and who the hottest Angel male is’. Just for the record, the answer to that last one is ALLL OF THEM, male Angels are just as gorgeous as the females, ridiculously so in fact. Echo’s eyes slit and she storms surprisingly gracefully out of the room. I roll my eyes at her over dramatics and finally force myself to get up. I look over at Echo’s pink clock, it’s fluffy too and it has the words ‘’Hot stuff’’ written onto the face of it, bleegh, the bitch is right though, I am late. I pull off the top I wore to bed and change into new underwear; I grab a black vest top, a pair of dark denim shorts, my fish net tights and my black army boots. It takes me five minutes to get dressed and brush my teeth. I flip my hair forward and run my fingers through it, not bothering with a brush. I stand up straight and take a quick look in the same mirror Echo just used. All Angels have light eyes, pretty much always just different shades of blue and light hair, again just loads of different shades of blonde. Even the Angels with very dark skin still have light eyes and hair. That’s one thing that makes me stand out a lot; my hair is long, kind of curly at the ends and raven black with gold tinges on the tips. My eyes are very dark blue with gold flecks. They match my wings; Angel’s wings are either white, silver or gold, mine are black with a golden feather outline. I won’t lie, yes my body is perfectly toned and I’m tall, AND YES my skin is perfectly smooth, but I also have this sort of angular look to face which makes it look less soft and more…well, like a Demon’s. My friend Xander says it makes me look dangerous in a sexy way, but to me it’s just another thing that separates me from everyone else. I don’t hate being different, I wouldn’t want to be anyone else but myself. I just don’t like the way some of the Angels look at me, like they think they’re better than me, for no other reason than because of who I was born as. I don’t like to moan about those sorts of things to Xander though; I know he’d give anything to be even just tolerated by Angels. Xander is human and in the Angles society humans are nothing more than servants to most Angels. I met Xander because he works as a gardener at the local cemetery. That’s a long story and it’s not as creepy as it probably sounds, the word cemetery doesn’t exactly create happy images I know, but Xander is the only person in my life I’ve ever considered family.

I take one last look at myself and I sigh heavily. All Angels, including me, have the ability to make our wings appear and disappear at will, and no not in the magician pulling a bunny out of frigging hat trick sort of way. It’s because our wings are less of a physical thing and more of a creation using our mind, yes they are real and they can be touched and used to fly with. We just get to choose when we want them and when we don’t, I’m not exactly sure how it works but it does. The Angels Council say that it’s because our minds are so superior. But for me it’s like having an extra limb when I choose to have them out on display, they’re just part of who I am. Even when they can’t be seen I can still feel the pressure on my back where they should be.

Grabbing my bag and leather jacket I run out of the room that has been my home for the last three years of my life. Before that I lived in various group homes all over the city and in other cities as well. I could never seem to settle, and I’ve never had a foster home, the reason was clear; nobody wants the half Demon girl. They think I’m trouble, I guess the best thing you could do is to lay low in a situation like mine, but that’s never been the type of person I am. I say what I think and I’m not afraid to fight back if I need to, and in care you bloody well need to. I get into a lot of trouble for it all with the Angels, but screw them if they think they can turn me into one of their obedient robots, I’d rather die, dramatic I know but it’s true. Submissive just isn’t my style. Better to go out with a bang than live forever as a unlit firework.

I rush past the slashed up wallpaper by the stairs and almost trip over my own feet running down them, unlike Echo I’m not graceful in the slightest. The home I live in is pretty clean compared to some of the ones I’ve been in over the last 17 years of my life. My last home’s ceiling was so full of rot it was actually dipping. I had to move out when a lot of it collapsed; what a fun Saturday night that had been, trying to get together enough of my stuff before the ceiling in the room id been staying in fell all the way. Then again one of the women who ran the home had fallen through from the second floor and got stuck, I know it’s terrible to think that way but the woman had said to me that she thought it might be better if I stayed away from the other children in the house because of my ‘other nature’, meaning my Demon side. I had wanted to hit her so hard that day, but I hadn’t because my social worker had warned me that if I didn’t start at least giving it go then I would be taken away to the Containment centre for troubled Angels, which is just a fancy way of saying high security prison for anyone who the Angels think don’t behave in the ‘correct’ way. I don’t bother with breakfast, and I definitely don’t stop when one of the social workers calls out my name from the kitchen. Whatever she wants will have to wait. Most of the time if I was really late I would just skip altogether and go help out Xander at the cemetery. But my social worker had started to notice how much time I was missing, the school usually didn’t bother reporting when I don’t come in, they don’t give shit, at least not when it comes to me. I guess they hope the Demons will snatch me away, or kill me, either way……

It’s not that I hate school, in fact I love reading more than almost anything else, I’m always borrowing loads of books from the library, mostly fiction but still. I just don’t like the way everything seems to revolve around how important the Angel council is, how powerful, how mother effing amazing blah blah blah. I’ve definitely missed the bus but if I’m fast I might just catch the train into the centre of town where my school is.

I run as fast as I can down the street, it’s quite empty down where I live because its close to the Demon parts of the city, not that I see a lot of them. I guess they are more night people, the law states that Demons can only be killed by the Angel Enforcers if they are breaking another law of the Angels society, which includes having ‘inappropriate relationships’ with Angels, but most of the Enforcers kill any Demon on sight. Everyone knows the Enforcers do this but none of the Angels seem to care, so I don’t blame the Demons for keeping a low profile. Angels are incredibly powerful beings, they have the ability to invade your mind and destroy it, create memories, the most powerful Angles can even kill you with a single thought, it is rumoured that you can build up walls to protect your mind from the Angels but nobody is quite sure how, except apparently the Demons. Demons have powers of their own as well, they can control fire and they are much faster and stronger physically than any human or Angel. Because I am both part Demon and Angel, I have al of those powers, I would never admit it to the Angels, but I think my powers are really strong and that I may be more powerful than id ever even want to be. Don’t get me wrong, having the ability to fight back and defend myself is always a good thing, but if the Angels ever found out just how powerful I am they would send me straight to that damn hell hole containment centre. I don’t know exactly what they do to the Angels that get sent there, but the ‘troubled’ Angels never come back, I’m sure of that. That’s reason enough for me, just the thought of being ‘contained’ makes me want to break something; I don’t do well when I feel trapped.

Demonic and Angelic

Rory Wild is the first half Angel and half Demon child.

In a society where Angels are in charge and Demons rule the dangerous underworld of the cities, being part of two very different races is not at all easy for 17 year old Rory.

Humans are nothing but slaves to Angels. Angels have the ability to invade your mind and destroy it, create memories or kill.

Rory is treated with distrust by the Angels and unwittingly entices the Demons. She has both the mystical beauty of an angel and the cunning of Demon.

Her sharp wit and fierce nature gets her into trouble with the Angels when she openly suggests that humans should be treated equally.

Rory is sent to a special containment centre for troubled Angels, she meets an angel boy named Cas, he believes in an equal society free of Angel dictatorship.

Rory plans to escape with Cas, but then the prison is broken into by a group of Demon resistance fighters. They rescue Rory (Cas escapes with other Angles in the prison).

The leader of the resistance fighters is named Damien. He believes she is important to the revolution. Rory is trained to fight and use her demon powers over Fire and persuasion. But then she hers an old friend is in danger and she deserts the resistance to save him from the Angels wraith.

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