1 I’m Krystal

I stood in front of the mirror. Staring at my hazel eyes and ruffling my wavy brown hair. Checking my outfit, something which mom wouldn't call appropriate but it was the only way to go to the club. I grabbed my phone and was about to head out, my hoodie was on the peg, my hand accidentally grazed the stupid peace of wood sticking out of the wall. I hissed looking at the small cut and rolled my eyes at the black fluid flowing slowly in a line out of the slit.

Yes, black. I was a black. It was a totally normal thing to have black blood. This all started quite a long time ago, like a century maybe. Weird because it was such a normal thing now ,that nobody actually cared.

The world was divided in blacks and reds. According to the colour of our blood. It was not something genetic, it was just what we were born with. My parents were both reds, me and my brother were blacks.

It's a fact that there is no difference in the two types except one thing. The blacks have hidden wings.

Yeh unbelievable. But it's true. However our wings are our identities so nobody actually showed them to anyone. They were not there if  you didn't want them to be. My brother was not so worried about people knowing so he easily used his wings whenever he wanted. They were like an eagles. Never actually cared about what they meant.

Mom used to tell—

"Where are you going wearing that?" I felt his hand catch me by the hoodie and pull me back.

"Stop it Jules. And it's none of your bussiness." I scoffed.

"To the club I see, you have a job right?" He figured out staring me up and down, making me roll my eyes.

"What's your problem?"

"I'm your brother. I care. And anyways I won't tell mom just be careful and don't be late." He yawned and turned around. Woah! That was quick. I shrugged with a smirk and headed out.

"Thnks julian." I mumbled heading out.

My feet automatically broke in a run as I plugged my handfrees in. Nice, excercize.

So where were we? Yeh, mom used to tell me stories. She said the blacks didn't only wings, they also had special abilities sometimes. Not the kind called superpowers. The kind which were like qualities that could be positively spread. For instance people who could spread love, courage, leadership, friendship. Yeh that kinda ,goody-two shoes stuff. Well I didn't care about that either. There was one thing which did catch my attention.

She had a mark on her wrist. When I asked what it was she called it the 'bonding mark'

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a mark very less people get. A symbol that you have a mate. And that is for a reason I cannot explain. Your mate had the same mark and it can grow into something more when you two come together."

"So dad's your mate? Like a destined one?"

She nodded. "We met at a party."

I had stared at the small black ink. A candle entwined by a flower's stem. The flower was a little different in colour but the candle was in black ink. It was basically like a tattoo.

Why it had caught my attention was because I had one. At the end of my collarbones, near the shoulder. I never showed it to anyone. Because maybe I was scared but anyways. If anyone ever asked, "it's a tatt."

"Nice choice." Was what I got as a reply. Only my family knew that it was a mark. Because I never got a tattoo. It was ever since I was born.

I reached the place and took the buds out of my ears. My phone went in the pocket of my shorts. I took of the hoodie and held it in my hand. I walked inside and gave a fistbump to The guard.

Loud music boomed in the place with awesome lighting effects. I smirked heading to the bar.

"Yo Rina!" I called to my colleague. She gave me a thumbs up and tossed a chewinggum to me. Which I popped in my mouth gratefully.

"It's your turn with me." I told her. She nodded and pointed at a customer already up.

More people started showing up and i swayed to the music while providing people with their drinks. Alcohol mostly.

"Hey babe." I heard a deep voice from the bar. I raised my brows.

"Excuse me?"

I looked up at the guy and the first word on my mind was, perfection. He had perfect looks. Soft blonde wavy hair that fell on his forehead almost to his eyes. Curling to the tips. Dark eyes but beautiful.

"Yeh you." He replied. "What's your name?"

I rolled my eyes.

"None of your bussiness now would you please order?" I glared at him.

"Aw, dont be a killjoy." He had a smirk planted on his lips. " I'm Taehyung. You're quite a looker."

"Thnx for the compliment, I'm Krystal, now stop bugging me and leave or just order." I told him the name so he wouldn't push it.

"Krystal.." he raised his brows. "Interesting."

"Ugh! You're annoying."

"I know. You a black?" I didn't reply but called Rina.

"Take care of him. I'm taking a break." I told her.

"Wait! I was just having a chat? So boring!" He pouted which was kinda cute but whatever. I turned to grab a shot for myself and sit somewhere alone.

The phone in my pocket buzzed. I took it out to see my mom calling.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, instantly running out of the place, away from noise.

"Hey mom." I spoke in the phone. Instead of a scolding I heard her sobs. My heart rate increased. "Mom? What's wrong? Are you ok?" I asked. No reply but a crash from far. I lost it.

My feet dragged me to the road. Running at full speed.

"Kris.." I heard her scared voice. "Don't come home! Run away. Stay far from strangers. Grab a gun and keep it with you." She was whispering frantically, her voice trembling.

"Mom! Where's jules and dad? What's going on?"

"Don't worry about them! Just don't come home, you understand me?"

"No! I'm coming. What happened?" I was on the verge of tears now and already talking a turn as I ran home. She cut the call and I instantly called Julian. He didn't pick it up. I called dad. No answer. Frustration rising fast as my feet picked up pace and I was flying home on my toes.

Yeh, I was a fast runner.

My phone rang. "Hey julian!"

"Get a gun! Don't be without one!" And the call went dead. What the fuc-

Ugh!!!!!!! I remembered that there was a pistol hidden in the car. The house came in view and I saw that their were no lights. With adrenaline still on the high I ran to the garage. As quiet as possible. My brain not processing the situation. All I cared about was my family. Without turning on the lights my hands found the keys hidden under the mat. I opened the car and got the pistol.

Julian had taught me to shoot. I loaded the thing and took a deep breath. The back door was unlocked so I headed for it. Looking around I pushed it open and entered the kitchen. The place was dark. Blood rushing behind my ears. I heard a crash from the living room. My feet instantly hid me behind the door.

I heard voices.

"Where is she? The princess!" A stranger.

"We don't know what you mean." My blood turned cold. Julian.A sickening sound and I saw a body fall on it's shoulder. My eyes turned wide. It was Julian.

"Liars. Where have you hidden her! Answer me or he's dead!" He pointed a gun at my brother. Julian was bleeding from the nose and he was being held by a guy dressed in black.

I was about to come out when I heard another voice.

"Why do you want her? You can have us! Not our children! She's innocent." mom.

A gun shot!

"Nooo!!!!! Mom!!!" julian howled.I couldn't hold it in. I ran to the living room.

"Momm!!!!" My scream was heard by everyone in the room as I saw her shot form on the floor. Julian was in shock with wide eyes. Dad was on his knees beside my mother.

"No! Kris leave!" I heard my brother turn to me.

"Finally. She shows up herself."

I was in rage. My blood boiling. They killed my mother.

They killed my mother!

"I'll kill you." I mumbled.

"What sweety?"

"You're dead!"

My hand raised as I pulled the trigger and the pistol fired. Once, twice and the third in his head. The man's body fell to the ground. His fellows turned silent.

"Get her!"

Hell broke loose. I pulled julian up and kicked the first man in the stomach shooting him again. The other one came at me with a knife. I dodged the first attack but he caught my leg next and I screamed in pain as I felt the sting. It was extremely painful and I lost my senses for a moment.

"Julian go!" I heard my father. He was fighting another man dressed in black. The one who had stabbed me tried to grab my gun but instead he was successful in throwing it away from my hand. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor. My vision blurring.

I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me to the door. Julian. He was running, dragging me with him. I heard gunshots behind us.

"We have to get dad!" I yelled.

"Just run!" I heard him. No, we couldn't leave dad. I felt tears sting my eyes. We were outside the house. Julian had my gun. He shot inside the house many times before giving me his jacket. And stepping back. In the next second I saw huge wings free themselves on his back. He pulled me close in a hug and I felt myself leaving the ground like a bullet.

"Shoot!" I heard a guy's yells. Several bullets shot close to us.

Then a boom! The house.

"No!!!!!!DAD!!!"

"Stop screaming kris!"

"No! Dad was in there! Julian he's dead!" I cried.

"I know! Just let me get you to safet-"

Bang!

"Argh!!" I heard jules yell in pain.

"Shit!!" I felt the wind on my face as I saw the world turning upside down. Falling. We were falling.

"I'm sorry Kris." I heard his whisper and that was the last thing I heard. I felt my senses leaving, pain, fear and rage. my eyes closed and my mind went blank.

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A/n: soo......what do you think. I apologise for errors.