had wings?"
"Yeah, huge red wings," I said. "And for some reason I know that the man was the father of the baby. So, does that make both of them demons?"
"Yep," Italia said like she was a hundred percent certain of it. "Why don't you believe in what you saw?"
"Maybe because it might be my imagination or brain damage?"
"Oh, stop it!" she said. "And what about the blue-winged creatures you mentioned? Did they kill someone too?"
"No, they were just talking," I said, trying to recall as much of that dream as I could. "Something about their son being in the human world and finding some girl before a demon who just appeared got to her. I believe they might be real angels."
"Oh my God," Italia breathed. "Oh my God!"
"What?" I was getting slightly irritated.
"Don't you get it? You're seeing angels and demons! It just has to be related! Maybe Devin is a demon, and you are an angel."
I laughed. Now that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard.
"And what exactly makes you think I'm an angel?" I said. "Do I have blue wings or violet eyes? No, then I don't fit that angel profile at all."
"Then Devin really might be a demon?" She actually sounded scared.
"I don't know. He doesn't have black obsidian eyes, and he certainly doesn't have wings," I said, even though there was no way for me to know for sure. The wings of that pregnant woman had actually been hidden at first, but her eyes had been dark all the time.
"Huh, then I have no idea what's going on." Italia sounded tired.
"We're going to figure it out," I said reassuringly. "I promise. Just don't do anything stupid."
"Why would I do anything stupid?" she said, offended.
"I mean, don't try anything that might get you in trouble just to find out who Devin really is."
"Fine, but the same goes for you," she said. "Oh, and if you have another vision, please call me immediately. Even if it's the middle of the night. Promise?"
"Yeah, promise," I said it, but didn't really mean it. I wasn't crazy enough to wake her up just because I'd had a damn vision.
"Great! Well, I need to get back to studying, so..." Italia said, "talk to you later, ok?"
"Yeah, bye," I said and ended the call. Placing the cell phone back on my nightstand, I reached for that paper that had magically appeared in my notebook. It was just black letters on white paper, neatly printed out. I turned on my laptop and searched for that file in my documents. If I had really written it at some point, I'd have a copy of it. And that could also mean that something entirely else had happened.
Just as I was thinking of other possibilities, my search for the file returned nothing. So I hadn't written it. Of course not. But who had the power of making perfectly written compositions appear out of nowhere? Because, hey, that kind of power would really come in handy for any high school student, and it was far cooler than stupid visions.
I left my laptop to shut down and went to the bathroom. Maybe all of this would be gone when I woke up the next morning. I splashed some cold, refreshing water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still hazel, no strange color changes or flashes. Good. I only hoped sleep would clear my head and not burden me with more dreams of unknown creatures.
Chapter 03
The annoying buzzing of my alarm clock brought me out of the world of sleep. Pressing the right button to switch it off, I slowly got to my feet. Luckily, I hadn't had any strange dreams, or at least I couldn't remember any of it. At this point, I wasn't sure not remembering something was a good thing, but I was still hoping things would go back to normal. I considered calling Italia and asking her whether she could remember what we had talked about last night. No, it was too early for such serious conversations.
After a quick visit to the bathroom and putting on my favorite blue jeans and a warm green sweater, I picked up my backpack and started stuffing books and notebooks in it, examining each for any
"Yeah, huge red wings," I said. "And for some reason I know that the man was the father of the baby. So, does that make both of them demons?"
"Yep," Italia said like she was a hundred percent certain of it. "Why don't you believe in what you saw?"
"Maybe because it might be my imagination or brain damage?"
"Oh, stop it!" she said. "And what about the blue-winged creatures you mentioned? Did they kill someone too?"
"No, they were just talking," I said, trying to recall as much of that dream as I could. "Something about their son being in the human world and finding some girl before a demon who just appeared got to her. I believe they might be real angels."
"Oh my God," Italia breathed. "Oh my God!"
"What?" I was getting slightly irritated.
"Don't you get it? You're seeing angels and demons! It just has to be related! Maybe Devin is a demon, and you are an angel."
I laughed. Now that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard.
"And what exactly makes you think I'm an angel?" I said. "Do I have blue wings or violet eyes? No, then I don't fit that angel profile at all."
"Then Devin really might be a demon?" She actually sounded scared.
"I don't know. He doesn't have black obsidian eyes, and he certainly doesn't have wings," I said, even though there was no way for me to know for sure. The wings of that pregnant woman had actually been hidden at first, but her eyes had been dark all the time.
"Huh, then I have no idea what's going on." Italia sounded tired.
"We're going to figure it out," I said reassuringly. "I promise. Just don't do anything stupid."
"Why would I do anything stupid?" she said, offended.
"I mean, don't try anything that might get you in trouble just to find out who Devin really is."
"Fine, but the same goes for you," she said. "Oh, and if you have another vision, please call me immediately. Even if it's the middle of the night. Promise?"
"Yeah, promise," I said it, but didn't really mean it. I wasn't crazy enough to wake her up just because I'd had a damn vision.
"Great! Well, I need to get back to studying, so..." Italia said, "talk to you later, ok?"
"Yeah, bye," I said and ended the call. Placing the cell phone back on my nightstand, I reached for that paper that had magically appeared in my notebook. It was just black letters on white paper, neatly printed out. I turned on my laptop and searched for that file in my documents. If I had really written it at some point, I'd have a copy of it. And that could also mean that something entirely else had happened.
Just as I was thinking of other possibilities, my search for the file returned nothing. So I hadn't written it. Of course not. But who had the power of making perfectly written compositions appear out of nowhere? Because, hey, that kind of power would really come in handy for any high school student, and it was far cooler than stupid visions.
I left my laptop to shut down and went to the bathroom. Maybe all of this would be gone when I woke up the next morning. I splashed some cold, refreshing water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still hazel, no strange color changes or flashes. Good. I only hoped sleep would clear my head and not burden me with more dreams of unknown creatures.
Chapter 03
The annoying buzzing of my alarm clock brought me out of the world of sleep. Pressing the right button to switch it off, I slowly got to my feet. Luckily, I hadn't had any strange dreams, or at least I couldn't remember any of it. At this point, I wasn't sure not remembering something was a good thing, but I was still hoping things would go back to normal. I considered calling Italia and asking her whether she could remember what we had talked about last night. No, it was too early for such serious conversations.
After a quick visit to the bathroom and putting on my favorite blue jeans and a warm green sweater, I picked up my backpack and started stuffing books and notebooks in it, examining each for any
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