Hell On Heels(84)

"Been better," I shot back sarcastically as the pain in my head slowly receded.
"How do you know she has two daughters?"
"She told me."
"And you think we. . ."
"Yes, I think," I hissed. "And if there was any doubt the explosion in my cranium has put it to rest."
"Oh my God. You're my sister? Who's your dad?"
"Satan."
She paled considerably and I laughed. "According to most he's really hot and he's not as evil as reported. Oh, and while we're dissecting family trees. . .my other sisters are the Seven Deadly Sins."
"Fuck to the no," she choked out. "I'm related to the Seven Deadly Sins?"
"Technically no, but you can certainly have them if you want them. They're a pain in my ass."
"This is a lot to take in," she whispered.
"Yep." I grinned. "And that's only the beginning."

Chapter 30
 
"She left? That's impossible," I told the little chicken-eating senior citizen, Miss Sally. "She didn't say goodbye."
"Oh sweetienumnum, I'm so sorry. Was she your grandma?" she asked kindly.
"No. She was just someone I think I used to know."
What did I do now? Lucy stood trembling beside me. Was she going to cry?
"Did Miss Evelyn or Rhonda leave a forwarding address?" she inquired icily. She wasn't going to cry. She was furious.
"Um no, little one. I'm afraid she didn't," Miss Sally said, either ignoring Lucy's ire or not noticing it. "I have to go to pottery class. Would you pretty gals like to join me?"
"No, but thanks. We have to go."
"Well, come back and see me, Dixie." She sighed and shook her head. "Such a tragedy. That little girl died too young."
"She's nuts," Lucy hissed in my ear.
"Isn't everyone?" I shot back. As Miss Sally wandered away, I called out to her. "How did little Dixie die?"
"She was taken by Angels—two of them. I saw it. They fought with each other like the Devil himself. The golden winged one beat the black winged one. The golden Angel won and he flew away with her. No one believes me, but I saw it."
"What the fuck?" Lucy mumbled and I elbowed her.
"Was the child scared?" I asked.
Miss Sally considered me for a moment to decide if I was making fun of her. She shook her head in confusion. "No. She wrapped her little arms around his neck, kissed his cheek and laid her head on his chest. Her poor mother saw the whole thing. She stood there paralyzed and cried. Eve was a good woman. She just broke after the Angels took her baby."
Miss Sally gave us a wave and walked away. My heart constricted and black spots danced in front of my eyes. I'd bet my Immortal life that Elijah had black wings and that Hayden was the Angel who took me to Hell. And my mother was Eve. Eve was one of the True Immortals. Was she that Eve?
"Your last name?" I asked Lucy.
"Adams," she said slowly.
"Coincidence?"
"I don't think so," she ground out as her body continued to shake. "Why would she leave me with that monster? Screw her. She left me and let some psycho Angels steal you. Fuck her." Her tears flowed freely and I realized I was missing a piece of Lucy's puzzle. I wasn't ready to deal with the abstract of our mother's abandonment of us, so I'd stick to fact finding.
"How old are you?"
She looked at me like I was nuts. "In the upper thousands somewhere. I lost track hundreds of years ago."
It was hard to throw me, but she did. "You've lived in Eden for thousands of years?"
"I told you, we're shifters. Immortal shifters. This is where you live if you're a freak like me," she snapped. "Mortals rarely come here, and if they do they don't stay. We don't have to explain ourselves."
"Community college?"
"We get bored. We have to do something. I sold real estate for a while and I tried to be an actress in Hollywood back in the thirties, but when people noticed I didn't age I had to come back here." She sighed and chewed on her lips. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one."
"You're shitting me." Her eyes grew wide and she threw her hands up. "For real?"
"Yep."
"And you're gonna save the world?"
"Yep."
She paused for at least a minute, shrugged her shoulders and then smirked. "Well, all right then. Let's go."
I began to walk to my car with Lucy, my sister, close on my heels.
"Where are we going now?" she asked.
"To hang with some Fairies."
"Fairies are real?" she asked doubtfully.
"As real as shifters, Demons and Vampyres."
"Vampyres are real too?" She came to an abrupt halt and smacked herself in the forehead. Her blonde hair flew around her head like a halo.