Mistaken Angel

by yulmucha

Kalika, daughter of Sita, has come to Earth for one reason. She will have to hurt and confuse her mother until the very end if she wants to accomplish her task. Read to experience Kalika's perspective of Phantom and Evil Thirst.

1. The Beginning of Our End

There the dark forces will once again converge on him, but a powerful angel of mistaken color will rescue him only to lose him again.

When I am born – more appropriately – when I open my eyes for the first time in this new life, two startlingly azure eyes peer down at me. I am graced with a moment of arrogance, yet as I stare at the eyes I am reminded why I am here. She, Sita, notices my staring and her breathing picks up. Regardless of her age, and retirement from being a vampire for the moment, she is still so miserably human. Yes, I think to myself, I am meant to be here. Her hands tighten around me and I hear what she says long before it is actually said. I heard it thousands of years ago. My feeble infant mouth can not execute the smug grin I wish to give her, but I pray – how I love to pray – that it is reflected in my eyes well enough.

"Kalika," she states. It's as if she answers an unspoken question. Yet I hear the questions buzzing in her frayed mind. She had wished for a chance of her normal life back in India, a life that has been dead for five-thousand years. She wished to name me Lalita, she who plays. I feel sad for my Mother, how I wish I could be the small child who plays in the sunny drops of India, but instead I am the reincarnation of she who destroys.

What I am going to do will hurt Mother greatly, I promise myself to never lie to her. I can at least help that. The more I lay in her arms the more I become aware of what I must do. My head hurts, I decide to enjoy being a child for a moment and rest against Sita's chest.