Bitten Wings 27

My landing wasn't all that majestic. You know how everyone stares in awe when-no..no I suppose not..anyways, as soon as my feet touched the ground, my knees buckled and I fell face first into the dirt. I groaned and debated weither or not to get up. Finally I pushed myself up to my elbows, surpressing a cough, pushing myself behind a tree painfully to make sure no scout managed to see me up on the wall. I closed my eyes, my head swimming. A cough came and along with it blood splattered my hand. I moaned, leaning against the tree. I fought to keep consciousness, bitting my lip to keep myself from coughing. Pain still hung around my stomach, where the bullet was no longer lodged, but the wound was still there. Which surprised me. Wasn't it supposed to heal?

Drake came not too long after I finally gave into the darkness, and his hand on my shoulder woke me aruptly. I pushed away instinctively, slapping him across the face. When I saw him, my face grew hot, a sheepish smile crossing my lips. "Sorry," I murmured. He chuckled, his cheek red the size of my hand and held out his hand. I took it and he helped me up. I stumbled, coughing, blood trailing from my between my lips. His eyes flashed concern, my pride stepping up and forcing the coughs away, making my throat burn. I didn't dare speak. My face was red with humiliation already. He smirked, then helped me near the border. The scouts didn't see us when we stood right under the wall, and I pulled my wings in, struggling to make them blend in with the rest of the environment.

"We can't just-" I managed, before my coughing fit came on, causing me to double over, spilling a large amount of blood on the ground. My sight grew fuzzy and I swayed.
"Jean's working her magic." he murmured, "And a few friends."
"I..can't trust..-" excuse me while I hack up a lung.
"Ssh..stop talking, you're causing yourself more harm. You'll be safe.." he looked at me, his eyes filled with a strange light, and smiled, "I promise." He wrapped his arm around me, allowing me to lean heavily against him. He shouted up to the scouts and my heart leapt with fight, what the hell was he doing!? But when I opened my mouth to protest, I all but hacked up both lungs. My knees buckled, and pain surged through me. God...I wasn't supposed to feel like this..I was a vamp..a blood..blood sucking-then he caught me before I fell. Then I started to become limp and my mind was starting to become mush. My coughing became more wrenching, but less often. The next few hours I went in and out of consciousness. First I was being hauled over the wall, Drake still holding my hand, watching me with concern.

"Hang on, Angel.." he breathed. Then I was being carried by four people towards Drake's apartment. Trees passed by quickly, shouting coming from all directions. I felt someone holding my wings against my back as I began to lose the energy to hide them. Now, I was on a bed. Someone was pulling a needle out from my arm. I flinched, mumbling nonsense. I saw flashes of people moving. Glancing at each other? Then I fell limp again. Before I lost myself in darkness, I saw Drake place a cold cloth on top of my burning forehead, then sit next to me. He held my hand, his eyes soft. He spoke, but I couldn't deceiver the words.

"This isn't taking the right turn."
"I know, but there's not much we can do."
"We could.."
"No.."
"It would help the entire world, Drake!"
"No. We aren't doing that."

Drake looked over at Angel, his eyes soft. She was on her side, sweating under layers of blankets. Her wings were sprawled out, showing scars and tears in the leather and scales. When he looked upon her he felt..strange..It was different than anything he'd felt before. And when she was gone, he was worried. He gathered as many people as he could who would help him fight for her. Against the vamps. He didn't care if she was a vamp, he knew she wouldn't let that stop her. He sat next to her again, wiping her lips from the blood she had coughed up, and replaced the cloth with a new one.
"Drake.." the doctor behind him breathed.
"No. She'll save the-"

"That's not what I'm talking about."
He paused, glancing back at the man. He was young, still just nineteen. Most of the people Drake was able to recruit were only teenagers. The teenager smirked, "You know, this could be interesting."
"What!?" Drake withheld the flush that started to come to his cheek. He denied to know what James was talking about. James laughed, leaning against the wall.
"Aww, does someone have a crush on the angel of death?"
Drake pretended to be astonished, then barked out a laugh, "What? Are you serious!?"
James cocked an eyebrow, grinning. "Sure."
Angel stirred, starting to wake. "She's not..She's not.." she murmured. "I've been fed lies...lies.."

Drake touched her forehead, the brought it back suddenly, "My God! It's getting worse, James. We need to get the rest of the cure!"
"It's impossible, Drake! IMPOSSIBLE! Have we not been over this before!?"
"James..she's like that angel we read about in school. Remember? This is just like the text books. We need to go get that cure! Just half of it could kill her. Remember what the doctors said?! I'm not letting her die!"
James made a face, then grumbled, "Fine..I'll see what I can do.." then he left the room. Drake turned back to Angel, brushing her hair away from her eyes. "Hang on, Angel...please.."

I don't know what time it was when I finally woke up. But it wasn't even like I was awake. I couldn't think straight. Which is why I will never get hooked on those sleep pills...or was it pain killers? Not sure..I just know that I couldn't think well. When I opened my eyes I stared at Drake, who was holding my hand, holding it to his cheek. I grew red (more than I already was due to my fever) and raised an eyebrow, grinning.
"Ello." I murmured, my speak slightly slurred. He glanced at me, "I-I was just checking-"
"Myfever? Iknow." Hell, I felt like a drunk. Sounded like one too.
He smiled, laying my hand down. "How are you feeling?"
"Drunk."

He laughed, his eyes bright. "Well, it'll wear off soon. We're ganna go get the rest of the cure for you, alright? Then you'll be back to normal."
"Isn't cure only for humans?" guess I wasn't too out of it.
He paused, his face pale. He didn't answer me for a while, thinking.
"I can take a chance. If die then I can't doom the world."
He scowled, looking at me hard. I looked away, slightly ashamed. He gripped my hand tightly, "Don't you ever say that. We all need you, Angel." he looked as if he wanted to say something else and I waited. But he never did, instead glancing away from me. After a long time he broke the silence, asking, "You need anything."
I groaned, but shook my head. The few days that had just gone by flashed before me. I never had a sister. Chloe...lied.