Summary: Taylor Hellfire had a secret. She wasn't like the normal girls. No, her relationship with her boyfriend wasn't the secret. There was no secret her father was a murderer in jail and her mother was dead. Taylor's secret was much bigger… she often had a huge role to play in disasters. But, what happens when someone gets hold of her one true love and reveals her secret to the world?
Chapter I
"Alec!"
"Taylor!"
"Alec!" Taylor glared. She was already mad he had mocked her. Very angry.
"Sorry love," The 13 year old mumbled. Taylor laughed and skated up to him. They were on the frozen pond behind Alec's house. The pond took up about 1/3 of Alec's backyard. Taylor smiled at all the fish swimming under the ice. Alec came up and wrapped his arms around Taylor's waist.
"Hey what do you think we should next?" Alec asked out of curiosity.
"I don't know, why don't we visit Caleb?" "He's been stuck at home because of the hockey injury." Alec said Taylor smiled and hugged him. Taylor heard a distant howl that made Alec jump.
"Wolves?"
"I don't think that was wolves…" Taylor trailed off.
"What could it be then?" Alec asked his ever knowing girlfriend.
"I don't really know babe… Coyotes maybe?" Taylor peered up at Alec.
"Let's go," Alec pulled Taylor off the ice. They unlaced their skates and ran to Alec's house. Taylor curled up on his couch with a blanket wrapped around her. Alec rubbed Taylor's shoulder as she slowly fell asleep on the couch. Shelly ran in with a big smile on her face.
She had on her custom unicorn backpack that Taylor had painted with her jean jacket Taylor mended. Russell ran inside behind his sister. Anything Taylor had made him he didn't wear at school. Russell jumped onto Taylor's lap. Alec saw it in his little brother's eyes. He was being bullied, again.
Shelly began to ramble about her day, the second grader not noticing the sad atmosphere as she tried to make her after school snack. Alec when to go help his sister as Russell told how some boys ripped up his homework.
The boys were caught, but thought Russell snitched, not thinking about other seeing the fifth graders picking on the third grader. Taylor growled lowly. Russell was the only one who knew Taylor's secret. Not even Alec knew.
"Want to go for a flight?" Taylor whispered.
"Yeah!" Russell cried.
"Alec, I'm taking Russell for a walk!" Taylor yelled, grabbing her phone.
Alec yelled back a quick "Okay!" before Taylor slammed the door.
Taylor walked to the roof with Russell.
"What side will it be hun?" Taylor asked.
"Angel, your wings are softer," Russell giggled.
Taylor initiated her transformation. Her hair slowly turned from a light caramel to a cherry red. Her eyes turned to liquid gold and her lashes grew long. Taylor's eyes were shimmered with sliver dust as well as her cheeks. Her skin grew pale and her lips turned red and pouty.
Taylor's dress began to form. Her silver breast plate folding over her chest and back. Her white gown flowed to the floor. White flats danced along her feet. Russell laughed.
Taylor noticed her halo. The glowed golden crown on her head. Hers was elegant with amber and sapphires and diamonds and rubies.
Russell laughed again as Taylor's wings unfolded. The beautiful white feathered wings spread. Each was about 6 to 7 or even 8 or 9 feet long each in diameter. Taylor flapped each wing lightly, trying to make sure the wing wasn't damaged.
Russell leapt onto Taylor's back. Taylor launched off the building and flapped her wings. The two soared above the city.
About 20 minutes later, Taylor stopped, hovering over the Empire State Building. She heard hissing and roars below her, where there was a small platform before the tip of the needle formed.
"Russell," Taylor whispered.
"What?" Russell whispered.
"I gotta turn into Sintha," Taylor murmured, watching the Empire State Building. Taylor set Russell on a building nearby and shifted.
Taylor's red locks dyed black. Her eyes darkened to crimson and her pupils became slitted. Her skin burned red and her ears became slightly pointed. A scar came over Taylor's right eye. A red halter top formed in place of the white dress. A short leather mini skirt formed and mid thigh black leather boots formed on Taylor's red legs.
A black belt formed. A dagger rested on Taylor's hip, her scythe on her back. A long sword formed on Taylor's left hip. A black cloak formed behind Taylor. Her fangs and claws formed.
Then… her wings. Evil black dragon wings with claws along the cornered tip. A red tank top, the color of Taylor's skin, formed on the halter top and a black corset wrapped around Taylor's stomach. It was leather.
Russell stared at Taylor, now Sintha, Queen of Hell. Her black crown, filled with onyx, ruby, gold, and black diamond jewels, glittered.
"Stay put Russell," Sintha said, her black forked tongue whipping the air. Her voice was stern and rough, like a war generals.
Sintha leapt off the building and spread her wings. These dragon wings spanned 10 feet in diameter. Sintha flew towards the Empire State building. There were 3 demons.
"Scavengers!" Sintha yelled. The demons bowed instantly.
"My Queen," they said in union.
"Why are you on the surface?" Sintha asked. Her devils tail whipped and lashed. Her black and red devils triton formed. Late in the transformation, devil horns formed in the loop of Sintha's delicate crown.
"Your Majesty," A demon stepped forward. He had blue hair with green serpent eyes. Small bat wings fluttered on his back. He was dressed in rags.
"Someone is in the kingdom. An Angel. Requesting your audience," The demon whimpered.
"He has killed one of my subjects. Watch over the boy on that building," Sintha pointed at Russell. "Or you will die." Sintha growled.
When Sintha was sure the demons were watching Russell, Sintha dove. She pumped her wings, dive bombing the ground. Her hands glowed an evil red. A crack formed in the ground, glowing the same evil crimson from below.'
Sintha arced her hands back. The crack split wide open. Sintha dived into it. The cavern closed off from the surface and Sintha flew down her tunnel to her kingdom. Deep in the mantel.
"THE QUEEN IS HERE!" Sintha heard loyal soldiers yell from the black walls of her palace. Sintha roared, letting out a plume of black fire. An ANGEL! An ANGEL IN HER KINGDOM!
Sintha streaked into the courtyard and smashed into the angel. She rolled and landed on all fours, her claws and fangs out. She hissed, her tail lashing, and barred her claws like always.
"Ah, Queen Sintha," The angel laughed. Sintha brought her wings forward, then threw them back. An elegant empire dress, shimmering black, formed, her combat clothes disappearing. Black heels formed.
"Raphael," Sintha said formally.
"Queen Sintha," Raphael bowed his head.
"What do I owe the pleasure of losing a loyal soldier and seeing an Angel for?" Sintha snarled.
"Sin," Raphael said. Sintha stopped.
"Sin?" Sintha asked.
"He is returning," Raphael glared.
Sintha spun. Her dress flying. She heard a roar. Hydras… Sintha gasped in shock. Hydras were her guardians.
"We must flee!" Sintha yelled. People began to hear the Hydras and demons fled the palace.
"You're Majesty, to the surface!" Lucian yelled. Sintha, despite her huge wings, let Lucian scoop her up and fly towards the surface. Sirens blared, Hydra's roared, Bat horses neighed in terror. Bat horses were the Pegasus's of Hell. They were black with fuzz covered bat wings.
When they reached the surface, Lucian set Sintha on her feet atop a building.
"Run! Flee! Hide from Sin! Run my people! Find your families and defend yourselves where I cannot. Run like the night terrors at light!" Sintha yelled in her age old tongue. Russell shrieked when he was dropped on the gravel roof of the building Sintha was on by the demons she'd found earlier.
"Taylor!" Russell cried. Sintha shifted to her human form.
Caramel ringlets flowed down a black leather jacket. A black skull shirt (the skull had two knives through it and was quite bloody), black jeggings, and black knee high steel toed leather boots formed. Taylor's black glasses formed and her eyes turned blue. Pale skin replaced red and the fangs and claws dissolved.
"Russell," Taylor breathed hugging him close.
"We need to get home," Russell said.
Taylor went into her angel form and flew them home. Alec was angry, pacing into the door way to his mother's apartment. The 13 year olds stared at each other.
"Where were you?!" Alec exploded. Taylor winced.
"Sorry… we were in the shopping district," Taylor lied smoothly.
Then Alec began to ramble on and on about how dangerous it was to be out this late at the shopping district.
"ALEC! SHUT UP!" Taylor yelled in the middle of Alec's ramble.
"I just want to sleep!" Taylor growled. Alec bite his lip and rubbed the back of his neck. Taylor walked into his room he shared with Russell and curled up on his bed.
35 minutes later, Alec walked into his room. He smiled. Taylor was wearing one of his shirts. His Jets Pizza shirt that was part of his uniform. Yeah, 13 year old with a job, so what?
Alec climbed into bed and spooned Taylor. She curled into him and sighed in her sleep.