Not all Angels are merciful

  ~Pens&Keys

  Cpping his hands, Godric froze time. Even the air seemed frozen.

  “I have never wanted to divide myself amongst anyone outside of my sister. I told you this and from that you concluded I did not want to be boyfriend?”

  There was a hint of anger in his voice. Turning to face him, the whites in his eyes no longer existing. Instead, they reflected bck. Perfect bck. His long-braided ash blonde hair neatly pced on his left shoulder. He stood there gring at me from underneath long pale eyeshes.

  “No. Boys who want to become my boyfriend ask me. They do not ask me to submit.”

  “I want to pour my blood into you, tie you closer to me. I will surrender to you only if you surrender back. Those are the words you gave as a response to my confession. St. Vincent.”

  Rolling my eyes, I quickly gnced over at Elloren and Godric’s sister. Something was wrong. Everyone else was frozen, but her grey smoke moved freely. Is she pretending to be frozen? Surly Godric would know his time trick does not work on her.

  “Have you surrendered Godric?” I asked. Locating his face once more. He was closer now. Moving between the spaces of my senses and vision.

  “Be mines St. Vincent.”

  Closing the distance between us, I replied with a kiss on his lips.

  “Be mines Godric.” Before he could answer, the world around us became alive again. The sudden increase in noise shocked me. Looking up at Godric, he replied to my shock with,

  “Come meet my sister.”

  Taking me by the hand Godric moved us through the crowd of supernatural begins. A few of them stopping us on the way to congratute me. I spotted my parents speaking with The HeadMaster. Whatever she was saying my mother did not appear pleased with the choice of words.

  Finally reaching Elloren and his sister. Elloren’s only congratutions came in the form of words. No hugs, no cheek kisses, just “Congratutions Alucard.” Is she still upset? I thought we worked this out st night. Unprepared to let this go, I reached for her but Godric’s sister moved herself into my line of vision with Elloren, extending a hand I did not know she had.

  Elloren slightly widen he eyes at the girl’s intrusion.

  “Victorian, we finally meet.”

  “Its St. Vincent.” I replied.

  Gncing over at Godric I hope I said with my stare “She didn’t bother to remember my name.”

  “I know what it is. I’m Victorian. Well, The Victorian if I’m being precise.”

  “Your st name is you first name as well?”

  “No, but you will never call me by my first name. No one does.”

  “By respect or demand?”

  “Respect, although I suspect that if they did not, I would demand it.” She replied.

  Stepping to the side, Elloren looped her arm through Godric’s. Her neon pink sweater providing a nice compliment to his brown sweater.

  “Let’s go get the accension girl a gss of nice red blood?”

  Watching them walk away for a second, I almost forgot The Victorian was standing here. How could her presence be so different from her brothers?

  “You are aware that if you kill Crissa, you will take away Elloren’s only surviving family member.”

  “There go the pleasantries.” I responded.

  “Non, I do not care for small talk and neither do you.”

  “Are you here to convince me to not kill her?”

  “Outside, shall we?”

  Without waiting for my response or me she disappeared. Leaving nothing behind. Gncing out in the courtyard, waving at me, she then pointed upwards. Why the roof? Turning to make my way outside, my parent appeared.

  “My dear daughter, you most certainly are making friends with interesting characters. It is your celebration do as you s'il te p?t but try to be present those who see you in between decades.” My mother said, while fixing a few of my curls.

  “I will try mother in few minutes.”

  Trying to move past both my parents because I quite frankly have other things to do then to speak with vampires whom I will not see again for an entire century or whenever the next Hunting Games occurred.

  Pcing his hand in the center of my chest, my father stopped me from moving entirely while pushing my chest bone to my spine. I hated when he did this. As my creator this is his power over me. To stop all motion in me, to command my blood to his. Rarely used, never dulled. My body did not belong to me when he did this. Blood to Blood, he brought me in this world and he can take me out.

  Stepping back, my mother stood behind my father. A rare location for her, but one she pyed whenever my father decided I required fathering. Apparently, this was that time. I could feel his influence as so could everyone else. The cafeteria noise was now half its volume. Every set of vampire eyes were on us. In an instant, Godric was by my side. His hand on top of my father’s.

  “Count is this necessary. Her chest?”

  “You do not know my daughter very well and I do not know your sister very well. What I do know very well is the disregard I have never tolerated.”

  My father replied, entirely in French. A sign that I have disrespected my mother, his wife. His queen.

  Finding my mothers face, whose eyes were locked in on Godric’s hand on my fathers. I have no choice but to wait until she could see my eyes. I could not move, let along speak a word.

  “My sister only wishes to quietly speak to the girl she has lost her pce to, sir.”

  A smirk graced the full lips of my mother causing her to pce her hand on my father’s shoulder. Sliding his eyes over towards Godric, Godric dropped his hand. My father then removed his hand.

  Unrestricted movement at st. My father only needed to touch me to get me to comply with him, him caving my chest in was a warning. The movement was quick and the sound barely above a whisper, but the vampires and apparently Godric heard it.

  Bowing to both my parents, I said,

  “Mama, papa, please forgive my rudeness. I am being unpleasantly rude. Merci mama for your great power. The Sun Eater, you have given our family the gift of Midnight at 12pm. I have shown you no gratitude for your kindness. Three minutes to speak with my friends and I shall return undivided and avaible for as long as it takes.”

  “With a bnkness on her face and curiosity in her tone. My mother replied, “Aller.”

  And go I went. Disappearing into red bats. I could at least give a show. My father held out his hands as if to say, “Is this not the greatest vision you have ever witnessed?”

  Elloren opened the door so I could escape and find my way to the top of the school building. One there I resumed my human form caved chest not included. Swing her feet from over the rooftop I could tell The Victorian has done the same.

  “This is the same way I met your brother. On top of a rooftop.”

  “Being mellow dramatic I presume.” She replied without looking back at me.

  “He was missing you. Said the noise was a much-needed distraction from sleep he knew he was not going to get.”

  Sitting next to her a wave of familiarity overcame me. Perfect unclenched jawline, ash blonde freckles against dark skin, ash blonde hair, frost silver eyes. She is just like him, perfect.

  Facing me, she smiled. Underneath the darken sky without any hint of moonlight or starlight, this girl glowed. Her skin glowed, her hair glowed, her smile glowed. I had it wrong. This is why Godric felt like both the sun and the moon. That was her energy I felt. Her presence lingering on him, in hm. This girl she is the sun. Nothing at all like I would have pictured The Angel of Death.

  “Why would one need to convince you not to kill the only actual blood retion to Elloren?”

  Her words held no accent, no culture, and just like her brother, the words she spoke did not echo. Meant for me and only me.

  “Are you aware of The Holy Trinities? Siren to be specific.”

  “I do not care for long stories to answer a simple question.”

  Turing away from me, The Victorian raised her head to the location of the sun. A small smile appearing on her full lips.

  Wearing her cloak and nothing more outside of some bck riding boots. She began swirling the end of her long braid.

  “Crissa is under a spell.”

  “Crissa is not and even if she was, you would resort to killing her before helping her?”

  “I would resort to seeing her as the threat she is.”

  “Um.” Was only reply The Victorian gave before tilting her head back towards me.

  I thought being in the presence of The Angel of Death would be more threatening than this. With my new eyesight I can see her energy built is different. Different from anything I have seen before. Different from Godric’s even.

  Most energies reflect, blue, red, yellow, green and in Godric’s case white. Not hers, its grey like her smoke form.

  “Crissa is no threat therefore you should let her live.”

  “Unfortunately, I will not.”

  Standing up and brushing a small winter beetle from the bottom of her cloak. She stretched her arms to the sky. Revealing a multitude of markings on her arms. Or maybe its just one never ending marking. The design seemed to create waves one moments then soft mountains the next. The colors flowing between ash blonde and light grey.

  “If you harm my brother in the same way you are pnning to harm your friend. It will take generations of everyone you know sufferings for you to comprehend my lost.”

  Standing on the edge of the roof facing The Victorian, I asked.

  “Is that a threat?”

  “I do not make threats. I am too old to try and scare anyone.”

  “You are powerful. Are you not Victorian?”

  With a little smile on her perfect asymmetrical face. She jumped down from the top of the roof. I followed.

  By the time I nded next to her, she transformed into a different person, well at least a person wearing clothes. Dressed in an all-white outfit, completed with a gold and white vest, a ruffled white silk blouse, covered with a medieval white coat, a pair of white men’s ankle banded medieval Victorian pants, and a pair of white leather Victorian riding boots. Her braid hanging just below the back of her knees.

  Starring into the cafeteria, The Victorian seemed lost in a train of thought. Following her line of vision. She was watching Elloren mingle with her brother.

  Smiling a little to myself, I know that look. Drinking in someone, forgetting about anyone else. Elloren did that to people. Infatuated them. Especially Gabriel. Gncing back at Elloren from The Victorian, a thought slithering its way into my consciousness. Elloren could lead us directly to Mr. Bluestone. Break is coming up soon. No doubt Elloren can convince Gaberille to take us wherever his family is pnning on spending break. Getting to know more about the Bluestones is exactly what our next move should be.

  I will discuss the details with Elloren ter tonight. Gncing at my watch my three minutes almost up.

  “Do not kill Crissa, do not harm your brother. Is there anything else you care to warn me of?”

  “Do not harm Elloren. She will not forgive you. Even if she is unable to fully comprehend the loss of her sister now, one day she will. And you St. Vincent will have lost your sister. Sometimes the best thing we can do for someone is let them decide.”

  “I see, so it was Godric’s choice to have you leave him?” Swaying her hand as if wiping us the view of the world she collected some of the ash that was beginning to fall.

  After inspecting it for a brief moment she let it fall from her hand as she took one step back. There was no height difference, but she couldn’t have been any more different than me. The heat from her skin warming us both.

  “You exist so Godric can be happy. I left because I had to pay for those crimes. My brother means more to me then my own nature. Unconditional love is how to humans describe it. When I saw you, father cave your chest in and Godric’s ck of a reaction to challenge him. I knew I made the correct choice. St. Vincent you are young and bulletproof. My brother while he may not admit it in words you can understand. Loves you. Just as I love him, without the incest. Elloren deserves the same type of love. From everyone around her, especially you. Be better than you are. Give her sister. She has earned that much don’t you think? Besides The Holy Trinities can come in and kill you all.”

  What does she mean kill us all. Is she not on our side? Will she not fight with us?

  “If you are questioning if I pn on fighting with you. I do. Not because I care about your personal safety. I care about Godric’s love for you. He is blooming. I would do anything to protect that. Even if it meant restarting the world. Now you get one st question from me. I must return soon. Your parents are asking my brother if they will get the chance to meet me and he is calling for me.”

  Looking back at the space where the rest of the world seem to take pce. Locating Godric, I could hear nothing coming from inside. Blinking in, fact since we have started our conversation no sound other then The Victorians voice has pierced my ears.

  “How did you do that? I can hear nothing.”

  “A room full of super hearing vampires. I thought you would appreciate the privacy.”

  “But you didn’t freeze time.”

  “Nope. Now ask your real question. Its cold out here.”

  Csping her arms around her body, The Victorian faked being cold as she waited for me to ask a question. So simir her and her brother. Limitations on questions, commanding the world around them, being unreal.

  The posture appeared childlike, but her facial expression told me she is no child. No, she is very old. Has she never been reborn? All the Gods are reborn at some point. Are the rules different for Angels?”

  “Why would Siren sacrifice Elloren?” I of course wanted to know more about The Victorian’s great sacrifice so I could exist. However, my instincts are telling me she knows more than anyone else in my life right now. Maybe not everything, but I would bet my human soul on her having met The Holy Trinities at least once.

  “Godric said you are intelligent. I am pleased.” Exhaling she spoke again.

  And this time she spoke words that held no meaning to Elloren, but all the meaning to me. I would have fallen to my knees if The Victorian had not pced her hands on my face. Blood tears falling from my eyes as I screamed out. This is why she silenced us from the world. She knew before hand this would happen. Gring into her eyes, there was not pity in them, only empathy.

  “Your time is up St. Vincent.”