Prolouge
“Haven’t I seen you before?” the stranger asks me, leaning against the bar.
“No… not that I remember.” He was a charming man, I do admit.
“No… I know I’ve seen you somewhere. What is your name?”
“Pascale.”
“Hm… how old are you, exactly?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Wow, I’m twenty-nine. You look so much younger.”
“At my age, I’m not sure it’s a good thing.”
He laughed. “So, I’m Oliver,” he replied. I shook his hand- For once, this boy seemed like he wasn’t trying to pick me up.
“Nice to meet you.”
“So, do you want some wine, or beer? It’s on me.”
Normally, I wouldn’t drink when I came out to the bar, since I had to drive. But Casey was here, and I knew she was strictly sober. I could always rely of her to drive me back.
“Just one glass of wine.” I replied. I probably wouldn’t even get tipsy on one glass of wine. A devilish look appeared in his eyes as he ordered two glasses of their best wine.
One glass turned into two. Two into three. Three into a slightly drunk Pascale. And a drunk Pascale dosen’t do smart things.
Ch.1
“Pascale. Pascale, silly, wake up.” An arm hits me in the back. I turn over with a groan.
“Not yet, Oliver… please, not yet.”
He sighed. “Well, I guess I could always make you.”
“Please.” I moaned.
“No. Come on, doctor today!”
I sighed. It was my… hmm, carry the two… two-hundredth or so appointment to the Dr. Mason in nine months. I had to go around every three days, soothing my growing catastrophe known as Noah.
“Come on.” Oliver insisted, a bit more demanding.
Stretching, I pushed myself up on the bed. My fiancée stood in the corner of the room, with a forced smile. He had tried on several occasions to damn himself for the beast he made me deal with.
“I can get dressed on my own.” I told him, staring at his light blue, icy eyes.
“Remember what Dr. Mason had said- as little movement as possible.”
“Yes, but I doubt he said I can’t even get my own clothes.” But Oliver had already begun across the master-bedroom,
towards the walk-in closet. “You’re unbelievable.”
“No, you’re just incapable of moving, and it’s my entire fault you’re like this.”
“No, we were both a bit tipsy. It’s as much my fault as yours.” I replied. He sighed.
“You say that to soothe me.” He replied, plopping the clothes onto my bed. Under the covers, I began to slip on my baggy pants.
“Do you think I would lie to you?” I demanded.
“No. I think you might exaggerate for my sake.” He replied.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“No, you are. You’re the most amazing woman-thing that has ever walked this earth- and don’t you forget that.”
Oliver could always make us both feel better after each of our petty arguments.
“Now, doctor time.” He replied as I dragged on the loose shirt.
With his help, I slowly got up. Every inch of movement burnt like fire through my abdomen. “Shhhhh! Stop hurting!” I hissed in a low voice. Oliver couldn’t hear me, thank goodness- he’s completely convinced this is all his fault. But it’s not; you need kerosene to catch fire to twigs, right?
“Easy there, Pascale.” Oliver said as I used his head for leverage. His blond, soft, fuzzy hair felt comforting between my fingers. “Let your wings out.”
Now, you might think he was speaking metaphorically, but in this case, he was completely literal.
My startling white wings tore through the shirt. As they sprouted, a shining golden halo appeared as well.
“My, oh my, my beautiful Easter angel.” He said as I took his arm to help me totter towards the door of my master suite. I laughed.
“Beautiful? In your eyes, I’m a Sin.” I replied.
“True, I know we are supposed to despise each other, but…” He began, before beginning to laugh. Did I have to begin on how he struck me like lightning when I first saw him? How, in human form, we had spotted each other at a party and got a bit… carried away? How beautiful he was, when he was not a demon?
“Ow!” I exclaimed as I tripped. Immediately, Oliver stopped laughing and grabbed me. He glanced at me with a concerned look.
“We can call Dr. Mason here. He would understand, and come as soon as possible. There are a lot of doctors that could fill in for him.”
“No… no, I’ve got it- ooph!” I replied as clumsily, I stumbled again. Before I could snap my fingers, I was in his arms, begin carried back to the bed. Each step was painful, but not as bad as Noah’s kicks and strangles to get out, into our cold, hostile world.
“I’m calling. Noah’s never bothered you much… I’m seriously confused as to what this baby is.” He explained. An Angel-Demon hybrid was never created before. There wasn’t telling what side it would lean- Heaven of Hell. Maybe somewhere in between…
I didn’t feel like fighting, not now. I was too… just too tired. I was barely conscious of Oliver hectically calling someone. All I could feel was Noah, struggling to be free, and tiredness. I barely even noticed Dr.Mason walking through the door, to see a very hazy Pascale and a worried Oliver.
“I don’t know what’s wrong.” Oliver explained. “She’s just hurting. It’s been so long sine she’s hurt from Noah’s struggles, but-”
“Shhhh. It’s Noah, telling us he wants out.” Dr. Mason explained. I knew he was not completely sure, but I also knew that
Dr. Mason, the elf-doctor, would know that a fretful bystander was not helpful.
“It hasn’t been long enough, has it?”
“Calm down. I’ll examine her at once.” He replied. Dr. Mason, one of my most trusted friends, began to probe about my stomach. For some reason, it had never swelled past the size of a pie-tin.
I felt like screaming,it hurt so bad. And I’m not easily hurt, either.
“I need you to squeeze my fingers if it hurts, alright, Pascale?” He asked, giving me two fingers. I clutched them in response.
He gently pushed around my ribs. I gave him the slightest squeeze. Then he probed a few inches below that, and I squeezed harder. It got to the point where even his fingers were breaking when he go to my stomach.
Some words came from his mouth that I couldn’t understand- not one bit. All I could see was Oliver’s mouth open in protest, then close as his nodded slowly. Then, blackness.
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“Pascale.” A voice urged. “Pascale. Pascale.” My small eyelids fluttered open as Dr.Mason pushed my fair, light brown hair back.
“Noah... didn’t make it.” Oliver said in a sad voice.
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