Dark Winged Angel

I can feel my mark burn on my wrists and the back of my neck. The marks show what I am destined for. I am a guardian angel, not the white feathered and golden eyed ones everyone thinks of. But in a world of angels and supernatural, they still fear what they don't understand,when something isn’t one way or another, when something is different. I am the best weapon they have, but fear keeps them from seeing this. Me, I don't give a f--k, I have grown up with been looked at differently. They call me the dark angel