Divine Messangers

By Reflection

"Fourteen thousand years," a feminine vioce replied in all the silence of the small white room. The sound vibrated back and forth until steadily it died down to the eerie silence from before. In the middle a silver cloaked figure stood, two pale hands rested on each side of a bowl shaped fountain. Lavender blue water filled inside setting calm color to flash every few moments against the silver cloak which the person wore. Her left hand lifted to pulled back her hood, cascades of flame red hair fell over her shoulders to her lower back. The same hand went down to rest gently upon the water.

The water moved, the colors flashed gold.

She moved her hand away. The water bubbled then rippled. Colors flashed causing the room to turn blue, red, purple, and gold until finally all turned black. She stood her dark amber eyes transfixed onto the blackened water. The only thing in the room to be seen was the bowl which seemed to glow white and slowly something began to appear inside.

A man.

Yet he was not ordinary and she could tell by his different colored eyes. She smiled. He was the one. She watched as he sat in a chair surrounded by darkness, his snow white skin blue from the cold. Then he turned looking right into her eyes with a black eye as dark as his soul and a red one as sweet as blood. Then he looked away. Standing up he turned, his black hair falling into his face as he disappeared into the shadows. He was the one.

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As he walked down the street he made sure to stay near the shadows of the buildings. It was dangerous for one of his kind to be lurking on enemy territory especially alone. He smirked when a pack of drunk Humans walked a foot away from him not even noticing since they were too busy trying to stand. Pathetic. He froze when he felt a presence around the corner where an alley broke off from the street. Crying. He could feel fear and pain. It lingered into his lungs and was absorbed into his blood. His eyes opened as he walked passed the alley yet turned to glimpse at the cause of distress. A young human girl was being attacked by four thugs.

It was not his business, he concluded, as he walked away from the foul sight. Then he stopped quickly. On the other hand he was rather hungry. Turning, he retraced his steps until he stood in front of the small street. The girl stopped crying but was shivering as she lay on the ground, limp, as one of the men ripped her clothes off her small frame. He frowned. The girl was no older than fifteen. He hated humans; he hated the fact that they would turn on their own kind for their own pleasure. It was disgusting.

Swifter than light three of the thugs fell down, their heads ripped from their bodies, their life blood draining to the ground. The other man had jumped off the half dead girl and turned to look in horror at the new man. He smirked at the fear of the Human; it only fed his blood more. Then his face went into disgust as the man pissed his pants. A low growl filled the air with that of the man's scream. His hand went through the Human's chest ripping his heart out. Then the Human's scream faded as the darker man shoved the Human's heart into his own mouth, choking him while he died. The dark man smirked when the guy fell down dead.

His mutlicolored eyes went to the young girl who didn't move an inch. He took in the scent of the air. She was dying. He bent down next to her watching sadly as her small chest move with so much strength to breath, to live, to grow and he knew that it was all in false hope. She was to die. He pulled her to his chest, her head falling back as blonde curls fell over his arm to lie in the blood that came from the other man. She moved only to look up into his face with innocent purple eyes. She didn't deserve to die.

"I will take care of you," his English accent soft like an Angel. Her lips moved to talk yet nothing came out. He moved some of her hair away from her neck. Leaning in to bite into her flesh he feasted on her blood until every last drop was gone. When he looked up into her face her eyes were fluttering between life and death. He bit his lip and leaned down to kiss her. This would be her last kiss a kiss of death for when she awoke she would forever be a Vampire.

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She walked into the hotel her head held high as every male looked her way. She was indeed gorgeous. Not only that but the power that flowed from her was that of one of the ancients. As she sat at the bar a man came to sit by her. He was covered from head to toe in grey.

"Did you find him?" She asked taking a sip of wine that the bartender had put in front of her. The man looked back and forth his blue eyes flashing with anger as they landed on her.

"Chael, you know what you are planning will bring the death to you and everyone who knows about this you can't possib-," She laughed cutting the man off as his anger seemed to fade.

"No, Michael it will be better than death. I will give birth to a new power that will go beyond death itself." Michael sighed as he gripped the counter. Chael was all he had left since their parents had been murdered by a rogue Angel. He was her twin but she was older and for that she called the shots. Yet, sadly, he did not want her to go through with what she was planning because in the end it would destroy eveything. Fate was not meant to be played with especially if death was involved.

"No need to worry brother. I have seen the future and I know what I am doing," Her voice was softer than before as he turned to look into her eyes. He smiled, stood up leaning near her ear and whispered a good bye then he was gone from the room. She turned to watch him leave but found him already gone. Smiling sadly she stood and left. Tonight...yes tonight.

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He could not sleep so he settled at watching the sun rise. He felt the burning on his skin as the first rays of light tingled and danced upon him. He closed the curtains and turned, walking to the bed where the young girl rested. His hand moved the hair from her face as he looked down upon her. She was his first fledgling. For that, he would watch over her as a father to a daughter. She moved in her sleep then mumbled something before turning to her side. He smirked. She would be out for a while. For the time being he left, not being able to stay in the room all day. Without taking a backward glance he went out the door and headed downstairs. He needed a drink.

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Chael had seen him descend the stairs. His eyes were as she saw them last night. One as dark as night the other as cool as blood. She smiled when he took a seat four stools away from her. Her eyes trailed his body from the tight black shirt which clung to his chest like a second skin to his black pants that clung perfectly to his frame. The only thing not black on him were his brown boots. She walked over to sit next to him. He never turned to look at her his eyes staring straight ahead in thought.

"Hello," she purred while leaning into his ear. Then gasped when his hand went around her throat to pull her away from him. She almost fell off her stool but regained balance and looked at him, shocked. He turned, his gaze freezing her insides. His black eye was blue and the other almost a golden red. He hissed and showed his fangs.

"Next time, whore, if you invade my space I will cut your throat and feast upon your blood," She looked at him like he was crazy before she burst out laughing. His eyes went back to normal and he turned to look back at the wall.

"I am sorry sir forgive me. I was only taken aback by your handsome looks," He still didn't turn toward her so she sighed and looked down into her lap. This was going to be hard if she didn't have his attention. Thinking she smiled before looking back at him.

"Are you not the son of the famous Dracula?" He turned toward her a smirk on his face. She smiled back then frowned when he sneered. In a hissing vioce he answered her.

"Are you not the whore of God?" She hissed back and stood, her eyes flashing dark amber her aura burning dark blue. The room froze as they turned to watch what all the commosion was about. Her red hair floated around he body as her white wings appeared. This man was not going to put down her God and get away with it no matter how strong he was. She was a high Angel the daughter of the Archangel Gabriel she was just as good if not better than this ungrateful Vampire.

"You think lowly of me? You think you can talk to me like I am some low life mortal? I will have you know that I am far more superior than you..you...you Bastard!" Then it was her turn to be surprised when he let out a chuckle. Her aura died down as she watched him stand and walk over to her. In a hushed vioce he asked her.

"What is it you want? You are the enemy of my people and yet you want to sit down and talk to me? I know you want something so tell me and leave or I will have to show you who is superior and who is the bastard," She looked over her shoulder noticing that everyone was still watching. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairs.

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He stood in front of the Angel as she set on her bed looking up at him. She smiled and took his hand to let it rest on her breast. His eyes widened and he jerked back. She wanted...no...that was not possible. It was wrong beyond words.

"Please," she whispered. He growled and narrowed his eyes into her face that seemed to have gone from innocent to temptress in seconds flat. Her hand fell to her shoulder and pulled her gown down letting it fall, her shapely breasts there for his shocked gaze. He shook his head of the lust and turned away form her.

"This is not right, you are the enemy," His became accent deeper than normal. He hissed when he felt her arms wrap around his waist. Her left hand floating gently down his chisled chest to his hardened member. His eyes closed as the beast within threaten to surface. She kissed his neck before sucking gently causing him to shutter.

She knew that he was weakening. Vampires always had a big thing on sex but their biggest weakness was blood. She smirked and stepped back from him. When he turned he saw she was already naked, her flaming red hair was a nice contrast to her golden white skin. He licked his lips as she trailed a hand down her body and back up one of her nails 'accidently' nicking the top of her breast. A drop of blood ran down over her breast falling quickly down her stomach to disappear into the red hair of her womanhood. He growled and lunged at her.

The beast was released.

Her plan was in motion.

Fate was altered.

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He awoke the next night his body feeling refreshed. Stretching he stood from the bed his muscles relaxed and mind at peace. His eyes opened as he looked around the room. She was gone but her blood still lingered in his mouth. He never knew that the enemy tasted so...evilly good. Standing he went to put on his pants. He had to go back to his room, his fledgling was awakening and he would have to hunt for her first feast. Yet as he left the room he would soon to find that...

The evil had been released.

Her plan had succeeded.

Fate...was no more.

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"Three years," She whispered from the same room which she had stood in before. Yes three years had passed since she had seduced the young Vampire. In those years she had set and made her plans. These plans were to be put at the test in sixteen years time. She laughed as she walked over to the bowl of water. Her eyes danced happily as she stared into the future. A small cry caught her attention and she turned to walk over to the other side of the room. A small white basket sat against the wall. As she neared it she smiled.

Inside lie three naked babies.

"See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil."