A sharp tapping kept hitting my side as I rose from the uncomfortable blackness. I groaned as sound hit my ears, it was oddly heightened, the silence was deafening. I could smell blood, so much blood, and death. The whole world seemed to reek of death. "Get up!" Came a demanding voice, it seemed to sting in my ears, I picked myself up and blinked looking about, there I saw Chamomile, but different.  My twin was floating above herself, large white wings had erupted from her back and her eyes were white. She was an angel. She would be one too, she just had to. I blinked at her, the strange light she emitted hurt my eyes, was I an angel too?

"Well, get up, you evil, evil thing," She spat the words. 

Evil, was I a demon? I stumbled to my feet and looked down my own face met my confused eyes. I had died. Pain was etched on my face. I blinked and lent down gazing into my own amber eyes. They were round and full of fear. Well I had just watched my sister be killed in front of me. I closed my eyes gently with two pale fingers. I turned my eyes down to the large gash that was ripped out of my chest I put a hand to it, cold. How long had I been dead? I frowned, still silent, and put my phone from my pocket and put the headphones over my small curved ears. It looked peaceful. The large gash in my torso was blending into my red hoodie. I stepped from my corpse and gazed about. I looked up at my sister at long last and saw her gazing disdainfully at me. I smiled at her and waved. She snorted.

"Hi Cham." I said, my voice sounded the same. That had to be a good sign.

"Don't Cham me, demon!" Chamomile spat her blank eyes glowing with fury. "I'm an angel you are a demon, nothing more, nothing less" My twin turned her back on me.

How had we drifted so far over our deaths? I was still me, still knew right from wrong, I still knew what I loved, what I hated. I knew that my sister was what I loved.  How could she be so cold toward me? I opened my mouth, then closed it and shook my head.

A painfully bright light erupted around us. I shrank back, but Chamomile seemed to glow ever brighter. Two figures walked from the light and it sunk to a more bearable light. I rose from where I crouched. The two figures were vastly different, both angels but different. The taller of the two was male, he had a hard face, those white eyes and large wings that pointed up. He held his head high and sniffed before wrinkling his nose. The shorter was female, she had a round-ish friendly face and her wings were slightly smaller, her whole demeanour was that of someone you could trust the opposite of her hard faced companion.

The hard faced angel was talking to Chamomile, I had zoned out, retreated into my head to try and figure out what had happened. 

"Hey."

"Hey. Are you OK?"

"OI!"

I jolted back to reality and saw the shorter angel in front of me. She extended a hand smiling warmly. I took it and she helped me to my feet. I smiled slightly feeling two sharp points digging into my bottom lip. I ignored it, more confused as to why an angel was helping a demon. She opened her eyes, colour. Why was there colour?

"Name's Holly, you are?" She introduced herself.

"uhh, I-I'm Astell" I stammered.

"Nice ta meat ya, Astell," She smiled before her face fell. "I'm sorry, for how she is acting toward you."

I shrugged. It didn't really matter. Not right now. I gazed at my corpse.

"Holly get over here we have to go!" Snapped the taller angel. Holly smiled and scampered to their sides. The light grew and then faded.

Silence. The scent of death was overwhelming.

Time passed. I had lost track of it.

A/N: Hope ya enjoyed this second chapter! Thanks to @h_i_123 and@Suga_Hottttt for giving me your OC's to use in this! Oh and @Suga_Hottttt you will be in soon. Enjoy!   

Songs I wrote it to: Angel with a shotgun, I'll be complete, Everything's OK?