I blinked at Nicholas, my brain frantically trying to process his words. I wasn't a half-breed. I was a gypsy.
Mother might not have been my real mom, but I was definitely human.
I even managed to die once upon a time. That was how we figured out that I was a ribbon girl because the ribbon sewed my head back on.
I wasn't this abomination that the guy was talking about. There was no way possible.
But I wouldn't argue with Nicholas in front of the enemy. We could save that… disagreement… for when we weren't surrounded by people trying to kill us.
I turned until I was nestled perfectly in Nicholas' arms, the rest of my guys fanning out around us, and I stared at the jackass in front of me.
"You seem to have a comment on who I am, mind telling me who you are?" It didn't really matter if he told me who he was or not; I would be able to get his whole history by simply diving into his thread.
But I didn't want to do that.
I needed a few minutes to figure everything out, and I was simply buying myself that time to calm down.
"I am Gabriel, the Arch angel, and I am the one who announces God's will," said the man as he straightened, his wings fluffing themselves behind his back in frustration. He looked like a pigeon that didn't get the last French fry on the street.
I felt Nicholas' body shake, and I looked up at him in alarm.
"Are you still going with that story?" the man holding me laughed. "You and I both know that you don't submit to anyone else's will but your own."
The man raised his sword until it was inches from my face. So much drama from the winged monster.
"You shall not disrespect his name," hissed Gabriel, and Nicholas stiffened.
"I suggest you lower that sword before you find it shoved so far up your ass there will be no question as to why you have a sharp tongue. Do you understand me? Brother?"
Okay, I was clearly left out of this conversation. How could angels and demons be brothers? Or was Nicholas just referring to Gabriel as a brother like some people call others brah?
"I am no brother of yours. You made your choice."
"Alright," I said with a sigh, holding up one of my hands. I was pretty sure that if I let them keep going on this pissing contest, I was not going to see my own bed for at least a year. "You are going to turn around and walk away. Nicholas, you are going to go into that plane and let the pilot know that we are going to be leaving in the next ten minutes."
"And just who do you think you are to command us?" sneered Gabriel. I should be scared. Or in awe. He was an angel, after all. But all I was right now was annoyed. Was I going to be starting soon?
Whatever.
"I am—" I started before quickly coming to a stop. I wasn't going to give this flying rat a way to hunt me down any easier. "I am the one that can control whether you are able to walk away from this airport or not."
"We are angels; we cannot die," said the man beside Gabriel, but instead of talking down to me, it sounded like he was trying to be gentle like he was warning me.
"Then fuck around and find out," I answered with a shrug. Something inside of me was telling me that as long as there was a thread of life inside of these beings, then I could cut it. "But I am tired, and I want to go home."
The second angel studied me and then nodded his head, putting a hand against Gabriel's chest and pushing him back.
"Of course. I am sorry about all this," he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "However, we cannot have Nicholas walking around on Earth. I am sure that you understand that."
He looked at me so hopefully that I really felt bad for what came out of my mouth. "Nope. I really don't. I lost him 200 years ago, and if you think I am going to go through that shit again, you are more of an idiot than he is." I tilted my head toward his friend so he would know just who I was referring to.
"Then I am sorry," muttered the second angel as he stepped back, letting Gabriel take the lead again.
"So you are choosing to die?" I asked, surprised that he would pick that one. Or was it that he didn't believe me that I could kill him?
"As I explained before, we are angels. We cannot die in this realm," shrugged the second angel, but I could see the lines around his eye tightening.
Yup, I really had no idea what was going on.
I looked at Nicholas, hoping that he could clue me in.
"If they die in this realm, then they will be sent back to their own. Just like I was. It would take them a few hundred years to get back here, though, if that is any consolation," answered Nicholas, and I could feel a shift in the air around us.
Aw… the idiots were finally nervous.
"I assume it is something like what Vlad would have experienced if I hadn't destroyed him completely?" I mused.
I already had this argument with myselves several times lately, and my answer wasn't going to change. I would kill whoever I needed to to make sure that Nicholas could stay by my side.
I would not lose him again.
"Something like that. But instead of being reborn here, they would just be transported back to their realm, too weak to travel again."
Meh, seemed like a fair compromise to me. And if it meant that I had another 100 years away from these guys, then I would take it.
"Nicholas, you and the guys head inside. I got this," I said with a smile. I might feel bad about killing the second angel, but knowing that I was just cutting the thread that tethered them to this realm, I really didn't have a guilty conscience. Not like I would have if I knew I was taking their lives.