Ok peoplz this is a revised version of Dark Angel, so im leaving that one alone ill just update more on this one. Some of the names in this story have been used by other ppl but the charactors are mine so plz dont sue me if u think im stealling them. i think that Marius is the only one that i dont own lol. This is rated M because of a rape memory, and because of later reasons, once i get that far lol. ...did i forget anything...?...well if i did plz let me know.
Out of the Flames
Prologue
Revenge, she thought, is a dish best served cold. I will exact my revenge upon you. I know not how nor when, but I can swear to you, you will die by my hand with your own screams echoing in the quiet night and my laughter ringing in your ears. You killed my little sister and I, at least my twin was not here when you killed us or there would be no one to bring me back. She laughed We tasted your blood in the last moments of our life and what we are craves that blood. I will find you, where ever you may go, I will find you.
She watched the murderer leave, dripping blood from the bite on his wrist, despite the rag he'd pressed to it to stop the bleeding. The door closed, the murderer unaware of the spirit who watched him and planned her revenge. She turned, her long silvery-white hair fanning out, and looked at her sister's body laying on the sofa, still bleeding from the numerous wounds the covered it. As she looked at it, the spirit of her little sister rose out of the body. Her strawberry blonde hair moved to cover part of her face as she looked down at her body.
She looked at her older sister. "I tried." Was all she could say. The older sister nodded, knowing what she was talking about. "Come and sit with me," she said as she indicated the sofa.
Both spirits sat next to the body, neither knowing what the other seemed to be waiting for.
Before long, flames, six or seven feet in height, arose from the floor. Neither woman moved, but watched with interest as the flames continued to burn for a moment or two, then died. A man with the head of a jackal stood where the flames had been. Both women stood as one and bowed to the jackal-headed God, Anubis.
"My Lord." The elder of the two spoke in Egyptian.
Anubis extended his hand. "It is time." His lips did not move, yet they could hear his words perfectly.
Both women nodded and moved closer. When the younger of the women tried to lay her hand on his, Anubis merely shook his head and pointed behind her. "You are not to come with us," he said to her as she turned, "you are to go with him."
The younger woman looked at what the God was pointing at. Out of the shadows a tall figure emerged. His huge black wings folded comfortably on his back, his black hair pulled back with a hair tie. Beside him stood a dragon, no more then four feet long from tip of nose to tip of tail, with beautiful sapphire blue and purple scales. She smiled.
He reached out his hand to her. "Come with me."
She looked at her older sister and Anubis, and bowed to him. "We'll see each other again, Arianua."
"That we shall, Chrystal. Goddess bless."
Chrystal watched as her sister was engulfed in the flames with Anubis then went over to the Fallen Arch Angel that waited for her. Dragon she thought as she laid her hand in his. He smiled. As they faded into the shadows she smiled. "Nemo me impune lacessit."
ok a bit short but i think then next one will be longer. R&R plz