I'm sorry that this is less than adequate, but at least I finished it. I hope to be able to update faster now, I bought a new tablet and it has word and stuff on it.

Shane's POV

It was a pleasantly warm day, so we were sitting in the garden at Glass House, a tartan blanket laid out beneath us. We were sitting back to back; Angelica had decided to read some classical poetry, reading for me periodically. I kept my eyes closed, the sun turning the insides of my eyes a bright red.

"Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
For love has been my foe;
He bound me in an iron chain,
And plung'd me deep in woe.

But friendship's pure and lasting joys,
My heart was form'd to prove;
There, welcome win and wear the prize,
But never talk of love."

Her voice seemed to echo in my mind, making the words burrow deep inside. She slowly closed the book, the pages rustling and making a small 'whump' when she placed it on the ground.

"Your friendship much can make me blest,
O why that bliss destroy?
Why urge the only-"

She stopped suddenly, sitting up. I turned towards her. She was holding a hand in front of her face, waving it slightly.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her. Eve grumbled in her sleep and I glanced at her.

"I'll be fine, just a small set-back." She closed her eyes, hiding the violet hues. She kept her eyes closed, but continued the poem anyway.

"Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny?

Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
Conceal it in that thought;
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
The very friend I sought."

"Who wrote it?" I settled back in my seat.

"Robert Burns, 'Love in the Guise of Friendship'."

"Isn't he Scottish?"

"Yes. I spent a few centuries in Scotland, it was nice." Claire walked outside, balancing a tray in one hand and her college books in the other. Angelica stood up to help, causing me to fall flat on my back. The air left my lungs with an 'oof'.

"Sorry." Angelica giggled, placing the tray next to me. She still had her eyes closed. The tray had five cool cans of coke. I grabbed one, gulping half the can down before Claire had even sat down.

"Are you really going to do your homework now?" Angelica asked Claire, Eve grumbled something and rolled over onto her back, flinging an arm over her eyes. She had obviously slept with her face pressed against her necklace, as she now had a skull imprinted onto her cheek.

"I can't procrastinate, at least this way I can still enjoy the heat as well." It was the perfect day, the only thing that could make it better was if Michael could join us. We sat in the sun for some time before I realised there was an extra coke.

"There are five cokes."

"Mm-hmm." Claire made an affirmative sound; she had a pencil between her teeth, her eyes scanning the pages on her lap.

"There are only four of us."

"Mm-mm." This one sounded negative. I looked around us, only to notice that Damian was sitting on the far side of the garden. My mood plummeted.

"Why is he here?"

"Someone needs to make sure I'm ok." Angelica was rubbing her hand over the blanket, almost as if she was trying to remember the feel of it. Damian was grumbling to himself, his long, dark hair was pulled up into a short pony-tail. He was curled up into a ball, but still seemed to take up half of the garden.

"Why does it have to be him? Couldn't it have been the twins?"

"Not really, they do have their own work to be doing." Angelica pushed herself up, grabbed the cool can and walked over to where Damian sat. He watched her walk towards her, a slight frown on his face. She placed the cool can to his forehead, making him jump. He took it from her and followed her back to where we were sitting. Eve was now staring sleepily at her own can, which I had placed beside her. When Damian sat down, Claire gave a welcoming noise, still not looking up from her textbook.

"When did you two get so friendly?" I asked Claire, trying very hard to keep the surprise out of my voice. They looked at each other, a look of disgust on their faces.

"We're hardly friends." Damian said. He turned back to Angelica, staring at her. Her eyes were still closed.

"Is there something wrong with your eyes, Angelica?" The question slipped from my mouth before I realised it. Damian glared at me. Angelica looked uncomfortable, she kept shifting. Damian's eyes widened in understanding.

"It has already started, hasn't it?" He asked, almost in a whisper. Angelica gave a small nod.

Angelica's POV

Although my eyes were closed the world had turned into a rainbow. My skin glowed a pure silver, Damian's glowed gold. The sky turned a deep orange and the grass turned a vibrant blue.

"What's started?" Shane asked, I could hear his heartbeat speed up.

"Angelica's body has started to fail. The less necessary things go first."

"How is sight less necessary?"

"We can still see with our magic. We all practice it when we learn our magic." I said softly. Shane glowed a deep violet. I decided to change the subject. "Hey, how would you like to see Morganville from a birds eye view?" Thankfully the question was enough to throw him.


"She's asking if you want to go flying with her."

"Flying? How?" Damian's face seemed to ask 'Are you stupid?'

"We're angels. By definition, we have wings." Shanes mouth made an 'o'.

"Will you be able to?" I lifted an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Damian.

"I could probably still do everything you can, only better. Being blind isn't going to change anything."


Shane's POV

I still didn't understand what was going on. But I decided to let it slide. Claire didn't seem at all phased, she took everything in her stride.

"Claire, how come you're not freaked out?" She looked up from her textbook long enough to answer.

"I work with Myrnin." That was all the answer I needed. I turned back to where Angelica and Damian was sitting.

"I'd love to come flying."