I couldn't help but watch. I could smother my father with questions, but I knew that wouldn't do any good. I just watched and stayed near. My eyes wide with horror, as I watched what a mere cut of a blade could do to an Angel. I walked into the infirmary along side my father, and no one stopped me.
The shock still lingered by me as I just watched as the mark was revealed so that everyone working could see it. It was a cut to the wrist and it looked bad. His entire forearm began to turn black and grey as it spread through his veins. It wasn't fatal, but it sure as hell looked like he could have died from it.
His veins bulged out from his arm as he struggled to keep still as everyone did what they could to help ease the pain as they extracted massive amounts of black blood from his arm. When the color of his arm and blood finally took normal form, everyone gave a sigh of relief.
One thing about Angels is that we reproduce blood cells extremely fast, just as Vampires. It's both a good and a bad thing. When were hurt, from a knife to the chest, we loose a lot of blood, but at the same time, we reproduce more blood evening things out. But when were stabbed with a Cross, the 'poison' that is injected into us contaminates our blood and we reproduce the bad blood, killing us faster.
There are perks to being an Angel, but there are also many downsides to being one too.
I looked down at my father who was sweating and breathing heavily. His eyes were barley open and I could tell that his body couldn't handle anymore of this. He had stayed up night and day guarding our village. Everyone felt safe around him, but what they didn't see was that it was eating him up. The lack of sleep, and the stress of making plans and not this.
"Tiffany?" I heard him whisper. He slowly reached for my hand and I instinctively reached for his and caught it before it went nearly limp. I moved closer to him and saw all the wrinkles that were starting to form on his forehead.
"Father," I whispered back, on the verge of tears. I looked away for a moment and reached for a cool wet towel and wiped his face of the sweat that had built up.
"Tiffany," he called again, but this time, his voice was much raspier and seemed to be the voice of a 50 year old rather than a 38 year old. "I want you to promise me something."
After he had said that, my mind went wild. Is he leaving me? Is he going to die and leave me like mother? No, this can't be right. He's supposed to die in battle to save people, or die of old age, watching everyone live happily! He said so himself! As these thoughts repeated themselves through my head, I tried to hide the panic in my eyes, but my father saw through them. He always had, but he just continued talking.
"Promise me this," he held my hand tighter. Oh Heaven. Please don't let this be true. I sent up a silent prayer. "You will not let today influence you in the future."
"Father I-" he only held my hands tighter. My heart heaved a sigh as I thought about what he had just said. Thank goodness. But then I processed what he had said again. Instead of blurting out the new thoughts that had come, I merely smiled and nodded. "I promise father."
I saw him open his mouth again, but simply cut him off. "Now, I don't want to hear you say another word. You've stayed up long enough helping everyone and now I think the only way you can help everyone is by getting some shut eye and resting." I soaked the towel again and wiped his face again, hoping to wipe away all his worries. "I don't want to see you go through this. Just sleep for as long as you need to. I'm 16 now. I think I can do more for this village than I have been able to do before."
I didn't wait for a reply. I just got up and slowly walked towards the tents exit. I feared that if I talked to him any longer that I would keep him from his sleep.
Before I left the tent, I heard my father whisper, "You act just like your mother..."
I decided that while my father was resting, I would take charge and start doing more for my village. I was the rightful leader and I wanted to start acting like someone from the royal bloodline of Gabriel.