Through the car windows she could see that the sky was a pale, pure blue, hovering between night and day. She scraped a hand across her face and lay without moving for a moment. Turning her head, Electa took in the gentle rise and fall of Vexin's breathing, his blonde hair, his body. She tried to remember if she'd ever felt this attracted to anyone before and couldn't. There had been a few boys in the past--brief encounters while she was on the road--but now she could hardly remember what they looked like. Though she'd barely even touched Vexin, she didn't think she could forget his face, no matter what happened to her.

And he was half angel.

He was quite unaware of himself being watched,but he felt faint feelings for a moment in the air from her before he just snuggled a bit farther into his sleep,taking one deep breath but slowly letting it out as he sunk deeper into his swirling dreams. His right shoulder was carefully angled just right so he put no weight on it,not everyone could find the precise angle to do so.

(Oop,he slept with his contacts on,I'll have to put his glasses on at some point.xD)

(They can be those 2 week contacts that you can keep in over night, if you want)

Electa let out a breath. What did that even mean? It shouldn't be possible, and yet here he was, in the car beside her. He looked so completely human. But he wasn't. Unbidden, her father's death flashed in Electa's mind; he'd died gasping in agony on a hunt in northern California. Lost in his madness by then, Martin should never have gone on a hunt in the first place but had insisted, striding off on his own with a rifle. The angel had seen him and attacked before the rest even knew it was there, ripping Martin's life energy away with its long, elegant fingers. They had heard the struggle and come running, but they'd been too late; her father had died from a massive heart attack in minutes, clutching his chest and writhing on the ground. Then, just five months later, it was Jake's turn. And her mother's death, years earlier, was what had started everything.

(Oh,okie dokie.^w^ I just have normal contacts,thats just what I'm used to. xD)


Vexin was unaware of the memory she was having but the emotions from it seeped at him and he opened his eyes,his back was to her. He tried not to take them in,tried to ignore the oily lathering taste it gave him in his mouth.

(I don't have contacts, I just wear my glasses :P Last time I tried contacts it took me 45 minutes to just get them in)

She continued to gaze at Vexin. The thought of angel-human offspring was repugnant to her; it was just completely wrong. But what really scared her was how drawn she felt to him. Simply looking at him was enough to make her forget what he was and want to just...talk to him. Touch him. Get to know him. She seriously couldn't deal with it. He was half angel; what the heck was she doing? She didn't want to talk to him any more than she had to, because she had a feeling that if she let her guard down, she'd forget that half of him was like the creatures that had killed her family. And she couldn't allow herself to forget that, not ever. It was far easier to keep Vexin at a distance, "barking orders" at him.

(It's easy for me to get them in...I just poke at my eye I don't know how long to get them out.Sometimes it looks like my eyes are bruised because of it.)

But Vexin wasn't like the angels,had he seemed confortable just in that church or by that angel? He had puked because angels,even the thought of them let alone his other half,made him sick. Was he like them? Or was he...different?

(Cool! I'm probably just going to stick with my glasses)

She wasn't sure, but he had looked uncomfortable. Anyway, none of this mattered, Electa reminded herself sharply. The important thing was getting them both to New Mexico and Cully. As far as she could tell, Vexin wasn't dangerous to humans. The AKs had been slowly losing this war for years; if they couldn't find some way to hurt their invaders en masse, then humanity's days were numbered.

(Kk. ^w^ I wouldn't blame ya'. xD)

He wasn't really a danger,except he could drain emotions if he wanted instead of just sense them and taste them,and he really didn't want to be. And a reason he would care about this situation,would be that he wouldn't want anything bad to happen to the humans if he was honest.Sure,no one really treated him with real kindness but he'd miss the shining of life in their eyes.The emotions that wafted off of them and just how brilliantly diverse they where.And he'd miss the faint,rare flickers of pride for him that would sneak into his parents eyes now and then.

(Cool. Everyone else at my school has contacts, so...kinda feeling like an outcast.)

Electa looked away. She needed a gas station or something so she could get changed.

(Don't! I totally get the hasle and all,I'm givin' them up once mine run out,I'm tired of poking at my eyes because kids think I'm a dork with my glasses on.)

Well she'd not have to wait to drag Vexin along,he took in another deep breath and attempted to sit up but sorta hit his head on the roof then sat back to get himself into a more mutual position.