Bitten Wings 29

I chewed my lip, my left hand clenching the side of the bed so tightly I thought that the wood would bend and break.
"Almost done...hang on.." said James, then he pulled the needle out of my right arm. I let out the breath I was holding, my hand relaxing. God I hated needles.
"Alright, I'll have to take this blood to the lab. Your change was unexpected, so maybe you won't need it. But still, just in case."
I nodded, letting my breath out between my teeth, controlled so I wouldn't start gasping for air. I kept my gaze away from the viles of my blood, trying to make sure I didn't pass out. That, or puke.

"You okay, Angel?" Drake touched my hand. I stiffened slightly, then relaxed. "Water," I murmured. He nodded then left. James grinned to himself, and I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, careful to keep my eyes away from the crimson in small glasses. He glanced at me, then smirked, shrugging.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"Oh come on, I can make you tell me."
"How?"
"Still have fangs, bright one." I growled, grinning to show off my flashing fangs. He shuddered, "You wouldn't though."
"Nah, not sure bout that. Now spill it, Dr. James," I taunted. He rolled his eyes, "I said it was nothing!"

"What's nothing?" Drake entered the room and handed me the glass of water. I took it and drained it quickly, my burning throat killing me as I drank. James looked at Drake, grinning, then glanced at me. Drake growled, scowling. I smirked, then set the glass down.
"Now now, no fighting boys."
"Jean is requesting entrance," echoed the room, causing me to jump. I was never going to get used to that.
"Allowed," murmured Drake, sitting on the end of the bed, his back to James. The door flew open, Jean running to Drake an embracing him, "God! Man, I thought you were going to be eaten alive!" she paused, then looked at me. She pulled away, taking a step back, scowling. "She's still here!?"

"Nice to see you too, Jean," I growled, rolling my eyes. "Hey, you know you could still be grateful for me saving your life!"
"I could," she hissed bitterly, "why the hell is she-"
"Cause, quite frankly, I'm better company than you'll ever be. So I'm just going to hang here for a while. Cool?" my eyes were narrowed, but a smirk was on my lips. She crossed her arms, then looked at Drake. He sighed, "You two should stop fighting. She's here cause we're giving her the cure."
"She doesn't deserve the cure!"
"She saved your bloody life, Jean!"
"After putting it in danger!"

"Would you rather have had a vamp come in and suck you dry!?"
"Anything besides her!"
I growled-my mistake. My fangs flashed in the light, and my throat let out a dark, actual growl. All eyes fell on me, and Jean took a step back. Fury passed through me and my sight slipped into infra-red. I took a breath then closed my eyes tight, turning my head away.
"See!? She's unpredictable! How can you trust her!? She's probably here to take the cure and find a way to make the vamps immune to it! You guys-"

"Shut up, Jean!" Drake howled. His hand touched my shoulder, coming to sit next to me. "Show her you're wings, Angel," he breathed. My thin, white wings unfolded slowly, stretching out until they touched the walls on each side of me. It felt a lot better to have them unfolded, the tense muscles relaxing. I longed to leap out the nearest window and fly into the air. There was never anything wrong in the sky. It carried you along to your destination. It sang to you as the wind pulled your hair back. It relaxed you and helped you to forget your troubles, if only for just a small time.

It was peaceful. And it never, ever, cared who you were, and are. Jean's words cut me like a knife, "She could be fooling you guys. How do you know those wings aren't fake? Those wings aren't illusions? She's a vamp. We have no idea what she can do. She's a monster." That did it. Right there. Bloody human judging me!? ME!? I was going to freaking save their world, I was going to fight for them! And this was what I get? My wings, the things that I am blessed with, the things that without, I would've died. They may take the fact that they can see, the fact that they have arms and legs, for granted, but I take none of it granted.

Without them, I would've died long ago. Call me crazy, but I love my wings. And hell no, no one's insulting me cause of them! No one's insulting me for changing into a vamp when it was that damned Chloe's fault! I pushed away from Drake, standing up for the first time in days, finding the rage the only thing keeping me up. My eyes narrowed to slits at her, growling, my fangs flashing. She froze, unable to move. I stepped towards her, "You're insulting your only hope. You're insulting me for my wings. For fighting for you. For being fooled. You're insulting me for being fed lies so that I am made this way!

You're insulting me for everything I've done for you! What gives you the right to live in a world of peace when all you're content on doing is making fights? Attacking the only thing stopping the vamps from taking over!" I gripped her neck, my hand tight, choking her breath. I pulled her so that we were inches from each other, eyes locked on hers. I could see fear in her eyes. She was practically shaking from it, that is, if she wasn't in the trance.
"Angel! Stop!"

"Why should I?" I hissed, not looking back at Drake.
"This isn't you! You're turning into one of them! Stop! You're letting them win!"
I growled, tightening my grip on Jean, then throwing her across the room, looking away. The trance broke and she gasped, trying to gather as much breath as she could. My wings folded against my back and I threw the door open, storming out.
"Angel! Angel where are you going!?" Drake called.

"Out." I growled back, turning and walking down the stairs. I pulled my wings in tight, shifting them to the color of my clothes. I left the building, wincing at the light, finding my legs still weak. The rage had started to die off. I outstretched one arm and leaned against the wall of the building, taking several breaths before pushing off, walking down through the town. I made notes of the path I took, so I could find my way back. Heh, that is, if that creep wasn't there anymore. After nearly an hour I sat on a bench, my legs ready to give out. I leaned against the back, outstretching my wings so I could sit normally. Luckily, I still had enough energy to keep them hidden. I rubbed my head, yeah, definitely need that cure. My wing tip brushed something and I quickly pulled it in, seeing a man pause, looking at me, brow furrowed. I raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"

He shrugged, "Nothing..thought I felt something.."
I chuckled, "Nothing's there."
He nodded then walked off, turning back to the person on his phone, heading towards a large office building. I sighed, closing my eyes. That's when I surrendered to sleep.