A/N: The next installment after One Wish for the Damned ...

Apparently, people will only review when it's Robert/Sophie and there's Silas in it, well guess what? I just sold this off to you guys...As if.

Enjoy this new story as i screw up Da Vinci Code once again >3

Disclaimer- Robert Langdon and Vittoria Vetra are not mine they're Dan Brown's, Raphael is mine though.


I

It was a warm evening all throughout the southern Harvard campus, one whose day's end was a marvelous sight to see. Unfortunately, professor Robert Langdon could enjoy such a sight as he readied himself for the 6:30 pm class about the properties of the pentagram. Of course, by now, he would have taught the same class to 3 other groups and quite frankly, he was reconsidering the evening shift. But it was an improvement from the boisterous day classes. As he reorganized the papers for the fifth time, the professor's attentions began to focus on something else. With the eerie clarity of the halls, Langdon grinned a bit as he heard a male student make a pass at a female. Apparently the poor imbecile didn't know he was hitting on the daughter of one of Harvard's most charitable CEOs

And cue the mandatory dumping…he thought as he reclined on his podium and tried to think about the next class but immediately ceased when he heard something go awry.

"Stop it! My daddy's gonna hear this!" the auburn haired lady squealed as her victimizer held her tight. With a probably fake Transylvanian accent, the male ordered her, "You will stay and be my bride!" Robert sighed rather annoyed and with half a heart, he decided to save the poor girl from a bad pick-up line. Or, by what he saw in the young man, a rather stupid death. "Excuse me but if you are going to something nasty, why don't you try the cafeteria?" Langdon suggested humorously, interrupting the botched courting. The attacker grumbled under his breath as his victim struggled a bit more.

"Professor! Please help me get rid of this loser! He's trying to rape me!" the young woman exclaimed, slightly blushing at the sight of the professor.

"Don't overestimate the guy Virginia, I'm sure if I talk to him; he'll probably stop antagonizing you." Robert calmly replied, amused at the directness of the girl's accusation. But it only made the other student hold on tighter and growl under his breath.

Great, now I have to overpower him…Robert thought, even more exasperated. He then looked straight into the young man's eyes, piercing the man's mind in half.

"Now, you'll let miss Virginia go." He ordered softly, allowing space for the stricken provoker to follow. As the heiress ran off into the nearest classroom, the attacker came to and instantly struck a ready pose while everyone else in the hall huddled around the two.

"You let my bride go!" he accused with his stereotypical Eastern European accent. Completely fed up, Langdon replied, "Drop the act, you're from Minnesota and your parents are white-collar execs downtown."

The familiar sound of "ooh" and the snickering only fueled to the assailant's teenage rage and unintelligently launched a right-hook against the professor. Langdon stopped with a single hand with the other in his pocket and lightly threw the young man to the ground. As the attacker remained on the floor, Langdon ordered everyone else to go into his or her classrooms and resume classes.

"How did you do that! No one's ever defeated me!" the assailant yelled but was right away shut up by Langdon.

"How long were you made?" Robert asked inattentively, looking out to the windows to see the last ray of sunlight die.

"50 years ago." The young man lied straight out.

"Give or take a couple of months. Still wet behind the ears, right Matthew?" Langdon went on, scratching his head dubiously. Raphael wasn't kidding when he told me they were recruiting from all ages.

"And how would you know? You're just a human! I could rip you to shreds!" Matthew exclaimed rather proudly.

"First rookie mistake, you don't take on someone who is clearly stronger than you." The professor interrupted matter-of-factly as he rolled up his left sleeve. What Matthew saw on Langdon's forearm was a distinct mark, a scar that had the undead on edge all throughout the Northeast.

"That's the…" the newborn could barely convert his thoughts into words for his mouth but was shushed by the mark's owner.

"I'd prefer if you didn't mention it." Robert quietly requested as he unrolled the sleeve. "I'd also prefer you look somewhere else for your dinner and for God's sake come up with something more original. The fact that you're a vampire is no reason to plagiarize Beluga lines."

As Matthew ran off, Langdon shook his head while he headed into class. He was nearing forty-three years of age and the specter of middle age had eluded him. His swimmer's body was the result of daily morning laps in the campus pool; his black hair peppered with gray and sharp blue eyes resonated with his youthful soul. But to a keen eye, something within him had changed, something ancient; he was not human. Not anymore. In the last seven months, he had accepted the blood that ran through his veins was that of an Original, an immortal species that had run its course but found a recipient in said blood vessels.

Not a human, not an angel, not a demon…just existence… was the Originals' classification in the world and it suited Langdon just fine. Now, if only there was a way to stop the backlash that resulted in accepting just that. Vampires and other preternatural creatures had caused turmoil over the "untimely" death of the resident master, Nicholle D' Pietre otherwise known as Nicholaus; a death that Robert had played a fundamental part.

Robert went on with his lecture as if nothing had happened, his class either mystified by the unknown properties of a relatively worn out symbol or catching up with their sleep. When he finally dismissed the class, an uncommonly warm breeze swept the room. The professor grinned and without looking he greeted,

"Took you long enough to get here, eh, Raphael?"

The being motioned as it materialized into a solid being that sat on one of the student desks. Its blonde hair was tied in a braid while its vivacious eyes landed onto its target.

"Well, it wouldn't have taken so long if you didn't get transferred so often." A cheery voice retorted, drawing a chuckle from Langdon. "The administration has decided to remodel my usual classroom, so blame this one on the suits."

Raphael was an archangel originally sent to destroy Nicholaus and find out what her grand scheme was but sidetracked into protecting Langdon and later the physicist Vittoria Vetra. To make things even more interesting, Raphael uncovered the plot surrounding the man and his role in the resurrection of Elizabeth Báthory. Ever since then, the archangel maintained a close connection to the mortal realm, not just for his friendship with Langdon, but also for the ongoing investigation about his brother Barachiel's disappearance.

"So how are things here? I know Malik means well but even a baby seraph can see that you humans are not as good as they say in the seminars." Raphael inquired as he put his feet on the desktop, which were rapidly pushed back to the floor by Robert.

"Well I had to ward off three zombies, one ghoul sent by a student to kill another, quite hilarious actually, and five bloodsuckers one of which you saw run home like a baby tonight…a very light week if you ask me." The professor responded as he filed away some graded papers and other academic affairs alongside a silver-plated cross.

"Told you it was good to brush up on things like that." Raphael stated, noticing the many manuscripts in the closet in the farthest corner of the classroom.

"You told me to go off and play vampire hunter. And I refused because…" Langdon interrupted, putting away the last of the paperwork into his briefcase and signaling Raphael to get out without as much as a glance.

"You're still afraid of what you are, yeah, yeah. I think I memorized the next five minutes so save your breath." Raphael concluded for the man as he stepped out. Robert gave the archangel a fleeting glare, flipping the light switch off and locking up. Hey I have the right to be scared…I RIPPED A MAN'S HEART OUT AND ALMOST ATE IT!

As they walked down the same hallways that Robert had his little skirmish, he asked. "Any news on your brother yet?"

"No not really. But I heard his last position was around Paris." Raphael sighed. Paris, huh? How long has it been? A year?

"One year and 8 months." Langdon thought out loud.

"Thinking about Sophie?" the archangel mused with a bored look on his face. Humans are incredibly predictable…they have a mate and then they want another.

"Yeah but I haven't heard from her for a while. Maybe she moved on." Robert replied although he still remembered the time they spent with each other. He shook off the thoughts and remembered who waited for him at home. And by the looks of it, was there to stay.

"C'mon, I want to get home before Vittoria leaves for the convention in Vancouver." Robert hurried to his car and dumped the briefcase onto the back seats, giving Raphael the passenger seat. "It's just one day right?" the archangel asked, hopeful as he hopped in. "Yes but I'm supposed to take her to the airport. Knowing her, she's probably ready."

Surely enough, there was a woman waiting for the sedan on the front porch of Robert's Victorian home. Her ebony hair was tied with a purposely-loose ponytail, accentuating her European facets, both facial and body. Her pink silk blouse, weatherworn jeans and white-heeled sandals pulled off a lovely look that the arriving professor loved so much.

"You're late." She said with a smile as she got into the car, forcing Raphael to scoot to the back. After a while, they arrived at the airport and a couple of security measures later, Robert dragged in the baggage and kissed Vittoria good-bye.

"Call if you need anything." The professor urged for the umpteenth to the woman. "Don't worry Robert, I'll be fine." Vittoria assured as she walked into the terminal to await her plane. Just as she disappeared, Robert felt a sudden emptiness and dismissed it as lover's departure. But just in case he requested to Raphael, "Could you please send someone to watch over her?"

Raphael smiled softly and assured Robert that she would be fine, that she'd have Sefirot the Dominion watch over her. When asked about the strange arrangement, Raphael responded, "Let's just say that Sefirot still owes Vittoria for the Smithsonian tip."

As the plane took flight, Robert and Raphael waited reclining themselves on the car and watched it take off the ground. Langdon sighed and said to the starry Massachusetts sky,

"Here's to hoping that all I have to do in this life is my profession, love Vittoria and scare off pervert vampires off the campus."

"Here's to hoping that I get see my brother again." Raphael added independently as he looked up the firmament.

Wishing can only get so far as something sinister was already developing across the pond, in Scotland Yard prison and Rossyln Chapel. Had Robert stayed a little longer in Harvard he would have heard of a series of murders that had taken place inside the British illustrious police agency.


A/N: So how was the first chapter? Reviews are greatly appreciated