Sparrow with the Blue Tail

The dream you had the night before was extremely vivid and you actually remembered parts of it. When you woke up, you felt around your torso where the knife had stabbed you and you could feel a singe of pain. You remembered black and white wings and green eyes. You looked at the clock and it said 12:30. You'd slept past noon. You shakily pulled on the purple sweater and more black skinnies. The reflection in the mirror looked different every day you were here in Doalim. You looked darker. In a good way. It was appealing you thought.

You walked across the hall to Luke's room and almost knocked, when you heard voices through the partially open door.

"What do you think Michael's gonna do about her L?" You heard Calum. Luke sighed. "I don't know Calum. But he has to do it soon. Ashton's not going to wait much longer." What? Ashton's not going to wait much longer for what? "What do you think he'll do? It's not like she's going to be left unscarred either way." Calum argued. "Don't you think I've thought about that? She's so sweet and innocent. I don't know if I could watch him do that to her." He answered and you heard a shatter. "Damn Luke. No need to get violent. And stop being so touchy feely about her. She's just a girl." You heard a growl and you decided that it was time to go. You turned around and the door opened. "Y/N?" You slowly spun around and saw Luke standing there, looking well...awful. He had purple circles underneath his eyes, his hair was all over the place, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. "H-Hi Luke. I was actually coming over to see if you wanted to go to the library with me after lunch?" You asked awkwardly. He blinked and started coughing. Calum quickly pulled Luke inside and stepped out before closing the door. "Luke's coming down with something. So I'll be taking his place today." He said in a monotone voice. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "Really? You're taking his place? There's no need for you to do me any favors. I can handle myself." He looked taken aback. "No Y/N, I wasn't doing this because of you. I'm doing it for Luke."

You and Calum walked further apart in the hallways, not saying a word. The silence was quite awkward. Every once in a while, you'd accidentally lock eyes with him and you'd both quickly look away. The door to the kitchen came into view and you let out a sigh of relief. Even though Calum wasn't exactly the nicest person, he still opened the door for you. You thanked him and he nodded with a stone set face. Geez. He was intimidating at all times of the day. "Y/N! It's great to s-Calum? Where's Luke? I thought he was your 'escort' or something weird like that." Calum rolled his eyes. "Thanks Lessa. Appreciate it." She stuck her tongue out at him and placed an arm around your shoulder. "So why are you stuck with Mr. Sourpuss?" She whispered. You snorted and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Calums' eyes turn that red-ish orange color Luke told you about. "Luke isn't here because he's a little under the weather." He said coldly and Alessa's eyes went from apple green, to black. You blinked, thinking you imagined it. "Again?" She asked quietly. He nodded and looked away. Alessa bit her lip and started walking again, her arm still around your shoulder. She brought you to a table with a scarlet tablecloth. Apparently the colors change every day. You sat down and she handed you a menu and scurried back to the kitchen. Calum pulled the chair out across from you and sat, tilting back so the front legs of the chair were off the ground. His wings made him look like a dark angelic jock.

After you set down your menu, he picked it up and scanned the laminated page. "So you know what you want?" He asked not looking at you. You nodded. "I can't hear if you're nodding or shaking your head you know." He said with a smirk. "Really? I thought being an all powerful dark angel meant being able to do everything!" You shot back sarcastically. He chuckled and set the menu back down on the table. "So what are you getting? The heart of a rebellious teenager?" He asked with a proud smile. "Depends. How's it cooked?" You questioned folding your hands on the table. He raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting that. "It's not." He answered. "Eh. Better not ruin my desert of severed heads. I'll save that for later." You said simply. Calum burst out laughing and clapped his hands. "Touché!"

Alessa, like always, made you both a fantastic meal. She hugged you before you left and whispered, "He can't be saved." You pulled away and looked into her black eyes. "Who can't?" She shook her head and disappeared back into the kitchen.

You spent the next hour and a half trying to figure out Alessa's dark words. 'He can't be saved.' Was she talking about Luke? Or Michael? But what about Calum? Possibly Ashton? You groaned and shut the book you weren't even paying attention to. You looked at the clock and sighed. 4:32.

You began drawing your own eye color charts for the dark angels you knew. You were categorizing them by moods/behavior. You drew up Luke's with the colors burgundy, silver, white, and black. Normal, pain, anger, and fear. Calums' included very bright purple, navy blue, orange red, and black. Normal, pain, anger, and of course fear. When it came to Michael's, you realized he had more colors. Black/violet, aqua, fiery violet, black, and green. Normal, pain, anger, fear, and.....you didn't know yet. You'd figure it out eventually. You looked back up at the clock and you raised your eyebrows. 5:59. Michael would be back in a minute. Literally. If he's perfect attendance.  You started on Ashton's when a shadow fell upon your paper. You turned and his wings folded back and he gave you a small smile.

"Hi Y/N." He said, his eyes slowly transforming from the black and violet to green. You held your breath and smiled back. "Hi Michael. How was your......thingy?" You asked confused. He chuckled and fidgeted with his hands. You noticed he had a new tattoo on his right thumb. It was a small, black sparrow with a bright blue tail. You swear you've seen that exact color recently. He saw you staring and he held his hand out to you. "Like it?" He asked. You took his hand and looked at the tattoo closely. "Yes very much. But it reminds me of something. I just can't remember what. What made you want this?" You asked curiously. He grinned and sat in the seat next to you. "Ok you're going to think I'm crazy. But, I got this because for some reason, it reminds me of being free you know? Well the sparrow at least. I have no idea about the blue. It just felt right? No that's not a good description. I feel like the color is going to mean something someday." You rubbed your thumb over it and admired the detail and the color for such a small amount of ink. "I like it. A lot. I hope you're right about the color thing." He nodded and you didn't notice, but his eyes turned a swirl of green and black.

You tossed and turned all night, trying to figure out where that color came from. It was driving you insane. Three hours later, you found yourself dreaming again.

You  were  sitting  in  a  green  field,  wearing  a  flowy,  light  lavender  dress. Your  hair  was  crowned  with  small  white  and  violet  roses.  You  smiled  and  clasped  your  hand  with  his.  It  was  warm  and  the  perfect  fit.  His  breathing  soothed  you  and  his  smile  made  your  heart  flutter. He  leaned  in  and  kissed  you,  his  sky  blue  hair  brushing  against  your  cheek.  He  pulled  back  and  you  met  his  emerald  eyes.  "Ol  aziazor  elasa."   You  smiled  and  his  image  distorted.  It  went  from  white  wings  and  sweet  words  to  black  wings,  red  eyes,  and  jet  black  hair.   His  mouth  twisted  into  a  smirk  and  he  spoke  the  poisonous  words.  "He  can't  be  saved."