Fallen Angels
what?
    “Are you ready to begin?” Her soft voice was right behind me, but I held my ground and showed no fear.   
    “What exactly are we beginning? You are hiding something from me, but I can’t see it clearly,” I whispered as I turned to face her. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she wore shorts and a plain t-shirt.
    “A lesson first, then I will show you what you do not see.” She turned away.
    I watched her walk slowly around the open space while she waited for me to finish my cigarette. “What is the lesson of the day?”
    “Control. Your demon must remain under your control at all times. It cannot control you, nor can your anger be allowed to control it. The fight begins when I say, and not a second sooner.”
    Putting my cigarette out I watched her carefully while slowly closing the distance, purposely leaving a couple of feet between us when I came to a stop. Jeanie smiled and let an innocent giggle escape her. I recognized her distraction tactic, and when her hand tried to strike, mine was there to catch it. But her other hand was already in motion and quickly found my face.
    Jeanie was fast. Her movement was as smooth as silk, and her hands were like striking snakes. She was extraordinary. I had never witnessed anyone strike like Jeanie, effortless, swift, meticulous, and dangerous. She was kicking my ass. I matched her speed but couldn’t see her next attack because it was already in motion. Her hands, feet, legs, and head all worked in unison to deal damage and stop my attack.
    I finally found an opening and took a shot; my fist slammed into her side. Seconds later I was on the ground, and Jeanie was smiling down at me. I didn’t know what happened, but her forceful attack told me she had been toying with me until now.
    “Control it, Ravyn,” she said sternly.
    I hadn’t even noticed my demon had broken free of its cage. Looking at my claws I shook my head in disappointment and closed my eyes, shoving my demon back in. Jeanie was right; I needed help. When I opened my eyes I noticed blood seeping through her shirt where I had struck her. “You’re hurt,” I said, pointing it out to her while I stood.
    “I’m fine,” she insisted, turning away from me.
    I inched closer, never taking my eyes off her blood-soaked shirt. Why hadn’t she healed yet? I stared curiously. Wanting to see the actual wound I reached for her shirt, only to have her knock my hand away. “Let me see. Why aren’t you healing?” I asked.
    “It takes time to heal. It’s deep, I can feel it,” Jeanie confessed when she turned to face me.
    “Deep or not, you should have healed by now,” I said, reaching for her shirt again. This time she didn’t stop me. I slowly lifted her shirt over the three small puncture wounds just below her ribs. It didn’t look serious at all. To our kind certainly more of a scratch, one that should heal in the matter of seconds. “This is why you don’t fight. You can’t heal?” I whispered.
    Jeanie suddenly pushed me away and rushed to the privacy of the bathroom. I didn’t understand it; moreover, it didn’t seem possible for my kind. I had never seen a full-blooded demon or one of the Fallen who didn’t heal in at least a matter of minutes. It both puzzled and worried me. I had to find out the truth, so not wasting any more time I barged into the bathroom where Jeanie stood shirtless, inspecting her injury in the mirror, looking like she might cry.
    “Does it hurt?” I asked, moving to her side.
    “Yes. Why are you in here? Please just leave me alone for a minute.”
    Jeanie’s emotions were honestly throwing me for a loop. If she were human I would have a better grasp on it after my time with Kara. But such emotion from someone so strong was unusual, not to mention her lack of healing ability was mystifying. “I thought we could all heal. What is wrong with you? Use your ability, make it heal!”
    Jeanie laughed at my demand. “You think it is that easy? You
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