Hello there! This story is the re written verson of 'The Fallen Angel' I published in my first year on this site. I am taking a break from my Kenpachi story 'Till Death Do Us Part' so I wanted to work on this with my improved writing, Im not great just better than I first began, so I really felt like I needed to make it new. My OC has changed dramatically for those who have read the old one. Not as Mary Sue and crazy... I looked back and Im kinda embrassed of what I wrote haha ^^' So here is 'The Fallen Angel' born anew as 'Fallen Grace'. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Memories, they are the chapters of your history. The first time you trip and scrap your knee, first timid kiss, your first child, all the way to your final breath. Where Death snaps your book tightly shut. The chapters securely sown in and kept safe.
How tragic would it be if the chapters got ripped out…
Order One: Thy Name is Raven
The figure sat there, hidden by the shadows of the trees. She stared into the blood tinted moon, the Harvest Moon, losing herself in swirls of nothing. Blackness smudging over images she thought of as memories. An ominous wind blew past her, rustling the branches and crawling over her dark hair.
"What a beautiful night," The woman whispered as she stood upon the branch.
Her eyes looked upon a mansion in the distance, the Hellsing Organization. A pale face with flaming embers for eyes stared at her in mind's eye. She had heard of a vampire working for a human organization. This vampire, she knew in her gut, could help her with clouded mind. As she continued to gaze at the mansion, the feeling grew stronger, she felt a pull.
"I pray that you can help me stranger…"
The mysterious girl jumped from her perch and ran like a cheetah towards the heavily surrounded home.
"I bloody hate the night shift!" One guard snarled at his fellow watcher. His friend chuckled, "Yeah, I can agree with ya there mate." They began on another conversation when a dark shadow emerged from the forest. The men noticed and readied their weapons.
"You there, stop!" The guardsmen aimed his gun at her forehead.
But she approached closer to the gates without a word. "I told you, stop right there or I'll fire!" They threatened. The unknown woman still advanced ignoring their shouts.
"That's it you bitch!" And the guard opened fire before his partner could hold him back. Bullets flew into her body, digging into her flesh and tearing her coat asunder. One bullet went through her elbow separating it from her shoulder. The last bullet from the guard's clip found it's way through her skull, blowing apart her bangs to show her eyes. They glowed a light purple but faded as her life came to a violent halt. Her body smacked to the ground with a sick crunch.
The gun smoked in the guard's hand as he huffed. He took in air as spoke into his walkie talkie "This is Carl, we took down an unk-" His head flew off before Carl could finish his sentence. Carl's partner gaped at what just occurred before his mortal eyes. He had just gunned down the girl till she was just a tattered corpse! Beside him now stood a tall yet elegant woman with long black hair and coat. Her arm was a mass of dark feathers that slowly regenerated into a pale clawed limb. The supposed to be dead woman formed a fist and opened her to show her palm. The whole process causes her hand to snap and crack.
"Now that was rude of your friend, to shoot a un armed woman." Her lavender eyes bore into his brown ones. Too startled to speak, he just nodded. She brushed a lock of her black mane from her shoulder.
"It too was rude of you to stand there and watch!" She sneered and opened her mouth wide and flock of ravens shot out and began pecking at the last man. His screams echoed through the night adding more to the horror unfolding. The birds peaked out both guard's set of eyes, ravishingly ate their flesh and ripped out their tongues.
As the scene came to an end, a slightly larger raven flew over the strange woman. It cawed and landed on her naked shoulder. The girl grinned like a Cheshire cat and ran a finger over the bird's blood covered head. "Thank you my Greed, but it seems you and your companions made a rather gory mess." With a wave of her hand, the flock of demon birds vanished.
A raging voice boomed from the radio on what was left of the man called Carl.
"Carl, answer me damn it! What in the hell is going on out there?"
The raven Greed, flew over and grabbed the radio for his mistress. Smiling gratefully at the creature, the girl spoke into the machine. "I'm terribly sorry but Carl is unavailable at the moment, may I take a message?"
"Who the-? What is this? Who the bloody hell are you?" A woman's angry voiced asked.
"I suppose you can call me Raven."
Well, what do you think? If it's first time reading this story, I hope you like it :) For those who read the old one, please tell me what you think.
Reviews are love!