WIPpet

Hey all! I happen to be in the midst of a killer bout of writer's block, but I'm going to post anyway. After all, there's nothing in the rules that says I have to write my WIPpet on the day I post(or even the week), so this is from the Prologue to Nephil's Destiny the LAST book in my series.

For those of you new, a WIPpet is a snippet of your Work In Progress. The only rule is that what you post has to have something to do with the date. Today is 8-6-14, so you are getting 22 paragraphs. 8+14=22

"Nah. You just had a bit of an accident. Dad'll smooth things over with Gabriel and it'll all be fine. They were screaming at each other in the office when I left to come find you." He draped his arm around her shoulders. "It's cold out here. Much warmer back home." 

"I don't want to go back yet." 

Always the amiable sort, Deacon jerked one shoulder. "Okay. We'll freeze then. No biggie." He toyed with the ends of her hair. "What did you think running away would accomplish?" 

Amaya leaned her head on his shoulder. "I wasn't thinking. I can feel so much stuff inside me and I don't know how to control it. I don't know when it's going to come out and I don't know what to do with it. Everyone keeps telling me how special I am and how I have this particular thing I was born to do and all I want to do is go home to be with my parents and my brother and sisters. I miss them! I don't want to have to do this, Deacon!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried. "I don't want any of it! I wish they'd never let me be born!" 

Uncomfortable with tears, Deacon patted Amaya's shoulder awkwardly. "It could be worse." 

Sniffling, she sat back and stared at him. "How? How could it be worse?" 

Wryly, he smiled. "Do you know who my mother is?" 

Amaya shook her head. "No. I didn't think you did, either." 

"I didn't until a few days ago. My dad finally told me. It's Lilith. The Devil." 

Amaya sat back and stared at the lake again, unsure what to say. After several moments of silence, she looked at him, studying the side of his face for a long time before speaking. "You win." 

Deacon laughed and shook his head, grabbing her hand in his own. "Yeah. I win." He squeezed her fingers. "They're going to come looking for you." 

"I know." 

"Do you want to be here when they come?" 

She shook her head. "I don't want to see him, Deacon. Not now, maybe not ever. What he did, I just can't." 

Deacon stood, pulling her to his feet. "Let's go then." 

"Go where?" 

"Anywhere. Let's be stupid and reckless and have some fun. Where do you want to go?" 

The beach lit up as Gabriel and Michael appeared. Gabriel strode purposefully toward the two young Nephilim. "Amaya Samantha Winslow, you will return with us right this instant." 

Deacon looked down at her, a grin on his face. "Well, what's the verdict?" 

Amaya looked between Deacon and Gabriel, her heart pounding in her chest and her stomach twisted in knots of excitement. Leaping into Deacon's arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. 

"Let's go!" 

Deacon flashed an instant before Gabriel reached them. 


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