Just a One-Shot of a memory Christina had with her father. She was thinking this just after she killed her father, the thought that was going through her head.

Christina

Feeling the high grass tickle the tips of my fingers, I ran towards the figure in the middle of the field; my long brown hair swinging in the wind, my puffy dress flowing around my short legs. He was facing away from me, wearing just a white shirt with puffy sleeves and brown three-quarter trousers. He was barefoot, as was I. His dark hair gleaming in the sunlight, high cheekbones, and long lashes; all those features we shared.

"Father!" I had cried, happily. He turned and gave me a wide grin. When I was inches away from him, he bent down and spread his arms wide; ready to take me into a warm embrace.

"Christina, darling!" he had said, swinging me up into the air. I had been a young girl, aged 6. I was playing in the field with my father, he was swinging me around by my arms and we were surrounded by our laughter; father and daughter.

I had always thought I was 'daddy's little girl'. I had been oblivious to the truth of his identity, but he had left me subtle hints that he didn't think I would make anything of them.

The same night, there was a thunderstorm, and the only light in my room came from a single candle that was flickering ever so slightly. Suddenly, the wind blew the candle out and the room was succumbed to darkness. I had been scared of the dark and had always wanted the company of my father to get me through the night.

I had screamed for him, at the top of my lungs. I had screamed until he came to me and held me in his arms as I cried into his chest.

"Sweet heart, don't cry," he had said with his soothing voice. He rocked me until I had stopped crying. "The night is not a creature, it will not get you."

"I'm just scared of what it could bring," I had said, in between hiccups.

"What do you mean?" he had asked.

"The dark brings terror, bad people, and you can't see in the dark. And when you can't see, you're vulnerable," I had replied in a small voice.

He stared at me curiously, before replying, "Who on earth told you that?"

"Uncle Lucifer." I sniffed.

"Well, don't listen to a word he says. He's wrong. The night time brings good things too; beautiful moonlight, fireflies and peacefulness. The night time is the time for rest; the Moon is giving the Sun time to rest so it can be bright for the next day."

"I guess you're right," I had said, contemplating what he said.

"That's my girl," he has said, "Just remember this: Angels are watching over and they will keep you safe."

He had smiled at me, kissed me on the forehead and said goodnight.

He had been a wonderful person, someone people could look up to. He had been the best father I could have ever had. But as the years went by, he started to change. Because I was on the outside, I had no idea of the pain, the misery and the sorrow that he had. I didn't know about his murderous secret.

So I stood their, looking over my father, thinking 'What the hell happened?'

So, if you have no idea who Christina is, I advise you to read my other FanFic (Still in progress) 'Everything Changed'
But, if you have, then I hope you liked that! Raphael isn't supposed to be the main villain - that will be revealed in a one-shot after I've finished 'Everything Changed'
-Caz :D