Authors Note: Before you even read this, know that i was dreaming this one night, and it has been a recurring dream for many nights afterwards. I wanted to put it down on paper, and decided that i was going to put a few characters from one of my favorite authors books. Hope you enjoy!

Awakening

Chapter One: Aiden's awakening

The moon shone brightly in the midnight sky. A cold wind blowing, creating a nightmarish atmosphere. Aiden accepted only that, letting them engulf him in his unconscious state.

His cathedral like dorm was filled with a faint light, emanating from one of the large twenty foot windows, which was open slightly, allowing the lengthy curtains to blow in the obstreperous winds.

Aiden tossed abruptly in his king sized bed at the far end of the room. His coco brown hair askew and wet with the sweat that glistened down his muscled olive colored torso, moved in sync with his fluttering eyelids. The blankets that had once covered his whole body now lay down at his waist. They were stained a dark crimson, his favorite color. Blue veins pulsated in his neck, and his jaw clenched in pain, without knowing the cause.

The drapery blew again, this time more vicious, creating an arch in which a cloaked figure appeared.

Aiden jolted again, this time beginning to shiver violently, the sweat on his body now shining more than ever.
"No…, "he whimpered "please…don't do this… get away from me!"

The mystery man moved the knife he was holding, across Aiden's chest, relishing the large moan and grimace he got out of the seventeen year old boy.
"Please… don't do this… get away from me!"

Aiden shot up in bed, his bright amber eyes wide with horror. He looked around his room, his eyes lingering on the flaying window treatments.

"I'm glad that was just a nightmare." He sighed with relief.

"Or was it? Maybe this is one of your new powers, seeing the future." A voice responded.

Aiden glanced back to the curtains. There suddenly was a man there that wasn't visible before. A man shrouded in a mysterious veil of darkness, holding a large silver knife, which reflected the moonlight to where Aiden was laying.

"No, this can't be… how would you… how did you… you were only a dream!" Aiden stammered, shielding his eyes with one arm.

"Dear Aiden, that was a wrong assumption to make. You should know that even you worst fears can come alive. Why don't we test that theory of yours..," The man said, obviously amused as he approached the bedside.

Aiden struggled to move out of the way, but his body was refusing his mental requests. It was like he was pinned to the bed by invisible chains. What was he to do?

(Use your wings, use them and you will live!) the voice inside his head spoke.

"I can't use them! They don't just appear every time I want them to!" he declared out loud.

"What are you talking about and to whom?" the masked man questioned savagely.

"Nothing, I swear!" whimpered Aiden, trying his best to maneuver himself onto his side. The restraints however held him in place.
The man leaned over the trembling boy, and slowly drew a long, deep cute across his chest. Aiden screamed in agony.

(This isn't anything like my dream. It lied. It didn't hurt his much!)

"Pain ma' boy, is all too different in reality. It's real. It hurts a lot worse." The man answered. He drew another line across Aiden's chest.
Blubbering, the teenage boy turned his head.

"Why… do you do this?" he asked, staring the man in the eyes (which happened to be a piercing blue.)

"Who am I to tell you my reasons? I should let you die not knowing. I won't though. I want you to relish in your agony awhile longer, before I kill you.
You see, I have been watching you for awhile now; Studying your anatomy, all the fine details, absorbing them, like when a vampire murders a human and its victim's memories are permanently etched into its brain through the vermin's blood.

Those wings of yours really are something. I heard you were born with them. Your father was the arch angel Michael, and your mother was a third demon, while the rest of her genes were a make up of vampire and human. That is why your wings aren't permanently resting on your back. It also explains why you are developing other powers as well. But you didn't know that did you?"

Aiden stared incredulously at the man the shook his head.

"No Matter, you won't be around long enough. I am a hunter of you kind, you die and your abilities are mine to control. It's what all like me want, and I know that may sound oddly rude, but it's how it goes.

I want your powers, Aiden, and I'm going to have them, here and now."

"KISHE!" screamed a woman dressed in black attire, with dark velvet eyes and striking red hair, as she stepped through Aiden's open window and joining the man at the boy's bed. "What's taking you so long?"

"Just letting him writhe in agony for awhile, dear Clarissa." Kishe replied. Moving closer towards the amber eyed teen, he began sliding the tip of his knife up his foot and leg, past his hip bone and over the fresh cuts on his torso, finally resting on a spot inches above the boys heart.

"Say goodnight Aiden, your time has come."

The dagger plunged into the soft flesh of Aiden's chest, tearing through muscle and ligament, even severing an artery on its way to Aiden's lung. It had missed the heart completely, but Kishe didn't know. His wasn't paying any attention to the knife anymore, his mind was focused on the flame rippling out of the young teen's hand.

"This can't be! How can you have learnt a new power already? You're dead! Your power should be mine! That's how it's supposed to work, if someone like you is murdered, the murderer gets his power!" Kishe bellowed, backing away.

The flame shot from Aiden's open hand at the couple trying to escape, throwing them out the window.

Aiden stared at his hand questioningly, gurgling and choking as blood rose up his throat, filling his mouth.

It was only a few seconds later, that his vision blurred and he lost all conciousness, surrendering to the darkness that welcomed him so openly.

The curtains no longer fluttered in the wind, neither did the boy's hair or eye lashes.

All was still.

So quiet.

So Calm.

Like Death.

So no flames please, and whoever put that review up last time, i don't want you answering my reviews anymore. You have no right to abuse me or my stories just because its not what your looking for. I'm sorry if i didn't know what i wanted to happen, and i also didn't know that i couldn't be myself so why don't you go put your dog's crap in a little popcorn bag and sit down and have a munch cuz its on a roll and its allowed. So there. HAH!!
Sorry about that some random guy came and put some nasty review when i posted it last night.
BUT ANYWHO!! PLEASE R&R constructive criticism is always appreciated!! Just no i hate it and stuff, i want to know how to make it better.