Dark Wings

You couldn't keep your eyes off of the boy with the purple hair. (I know it hasn't been purple for a long time but bear with me here) He just seemed so.... bad boy-ish I guess. The way he wore those black skinny jeans and the leather jacket was enticing. Everyone else thought so too. All the girls wore tight shirts and barely there shorts, hoping to get his attention. The guys wanted to hang out with him and get his approval. Sure he seemed really self involved and jerkish, but he still had a certain quality about him. You sat in front of him in Language Arts class and cursed when you couldn't just stare at him for the whole class period. You put your pencil to the corner of your mouth and listened to the teacher drone on and on. You weren't actually listening as much as you were daydreaming about Michael.

"Y/N? Michael? Would you like to read us this poem to demonstrate the passion felt in these words? We as an audience must feel what you're feeling. You will be doing this for a grade. Good luck." You held your breath and heard the squeak of the desk behind you and the clomping of combat boots. "You coming?" He asked stopping beside you. You nodded and stood up and walked towards the front of the class. The teacher handed you each a copy of the poem and sat down for you to begin.

Michael scanned the page over and waited for you to begin. You began shakily reading the title.

"How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;"

You looked to Michael and he cleared his throat and folded the paper and shoved it in his pocket.

"I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death."

He recited it perfectly. Word for word. Looking at you the whole time. The class was silent. Including the teacher. Including you. His voice was silky and hypnotizing and put everyone in a trance. Finally Ms. Reece cleared her throat and stood up. "Well. Y/N. Michael. That was....inspiring. I'm sure the class agrees that it was very well done." The rest of the students began applauding and you blushed while Michael smirked and winked.

The next day was rainy and dark and you hurried to the doors of the school running late. You tried opening them but they'd been locked. You groaned and ran around the side of the building, getting completely soaked. You noticed the purple hair over by the trees and you thought you saw a glimpse of a pair of purple and black wings. You walked closer and heard voices.

"Calum you shouldn't be here. We could be seen." You heard Michael's voice clearly.

"What the hell are you doing in a dump like this anyways Michael? You're supposed to be capturing her. Not fraternizing with those mortals." The other boy spat.

"I'm working on it. And trust me. I hate fraternizing with them as much as you do. But I need more time." Michael snarled. You accidentally stepped on a twig and it made a loud snap. You froze and you heard footsteps before you saw them. Wings first then the eyes. The boy you figured was Calum smiled darkly and stepped forward, his bright purple eyes looking you over.

"Well well well. Michael you didn't tell me she was hot. It's a shame for it to go to waste." He clucked. You looked over in fear at Michael who's purple and black rimmed wings were spread. He blinked and his normally green eyes turned one black and one purple. He spoke with a thicker accent.

"You really shouldn't be out here alone."