Showing up to the Catholic Church in the middle of the night was not in my Christmas Eve plans this year, let alone while covered in a strange man's blood.

I can't remember who he was, or where he came from. One minute everything was black, then the next? A butcher knife was gripped in one of my hands and his empty eyes stared back at me.

With nowhere else to go, I run back to the one place that’s always been there, even if it was just to tear me down again and again. The Church. The crooked Priest. My parents and all their religious psychosis. The powers I have are here to stay, despite their efforts, and I must be too far gone by now to be saved by their God. But maybe...

Maybe the dark, black-feathered Angel from my dreams can. He's right inside, ready to claim me as his fated mate as soon as he can get me alone. This night might have started off with blood and blackouts, but on this Christmas Eve all I want is a fallen angel to tell me he'll kill anyone I tell him to.