Fallen For You
(A Fallen Angel's Story)
By: ArcSeraphTwangelight
Chapter 1
I feel the eerie knife blade plunge deep into my back. Betrayal. The world goes black, but I awake again, which confuses me greatly. There is a man in a sparkling, gaudy, white robe standing over me with a kindly expression in his eyes. Oh God. What have I done to deserve some sort of hallucination? Where am I? Why do I feel half-naked wearing a robe like the man? Right, because I come from the era where people wear jeans… and t-shirts… Okay now I want some answers. Badly.
"Welcome, Natalie Summers, to Heaven." Says the man.
"Um… Thank you?" I ask dazedly, half-confused. Either this is a very realistic hallucination, or it is as I earlier suspected and I am dead.
The man laughs. It is a beautiful sound, like water falling on my windowpane during a spring rain. I stand up unsteadily wishing for different clothes.
"You know, you are a young girl to be an ArcAngel and a Creator to boot. Only 17 correct?" He chuckles.
I nod and my clothes change. Now I'm wearing my black boots, black skinny jeans, Aero tee, peace sign hoodie, and my jade bracelet from Switzerland. Nice. Wait, he said something angel didn't he? And I'm some sort of Creator? Nothing makes much sense anymore. I look around to see people flying through mystic clouds, and the sunlight is streaming in heartwarming rays. I reach back to scratch an itch and find pure white, silvery wings on my own back.
This is too much for one day.
He's saying something about the wonders of this Heaven of his with a faraway look in his eyes. I tune him out not caring for the words he thinks are important. Then he pulls out some golden blades with unrecognizable glyphs on them and hands them to me. Yay! Some dangerous weapons. It's about time someone gave me some!
"Stephen Demaccio is your Commander."
The man named Stephen exchanges a swift nod with me and begins filling me in on various aspects of being a Seraph.
"Slaying a Seraph makes you a Fallen. Fallen are the dark angels, some attend to the Devil." He lectures seriously.
I nod; there is nothing to say.
"I'm sorry that you can't stay and enjoy Heaven longer, but I have a mission that requires a Creator and you are the only one at present."
I follow Stephen to the Sonic Transport. This is a large, oval structure with more golden glyphs and a lot of sapphire adornment. Another angel girl flies into the room. She is distinctly Asian with brilliant green eyes, and her short black hair is swept in a windblown way across her face.
"Natalie Summers, this is Yuki Yen. A High Seraph of three years. I believe you are somewhat familiar from EarthTime?" Says Stephen, gesturing toward the Asian who gives me a smile.
I incline my head is a catlike fashion that I used most often on Earth that means "I don't understand".
Stephen gives a huge sigh, "HouseofNight meet Yuki."
Oh that one I remembered. Yuki had been my friend on Quiztron and I had known her well for an Internet friend. Except one day, three years ago, when she had suddenly stopped answering my PMs. We both smiled; remembering those conversations from long ago, now.
"Today the pair of you will destroy seven Soulless. I pre-created the coordinates in the Sonic Transport, so return when you are finished." Stephen instructs.
I'm positive this means more to Yuki than it means to me, but I jump into the transporter with her anyway. Our journey is over faster than I would have expected, but I'm surprised to find, when I come to my senses, that Yuki is stroking my wings with envy in her eyes.
She notices me watching her and gives me an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry. It's just that you have such silky wings and mine are so much rougher; although they were much worse when I was first Claimed." She says with deep longing.
"Where are we?" I decide to ask to break the awkward silence that has sprung up between us.
The surrounding area is all greenery; whole ropes of deep green vines that wind like snakes around the trees. I can't see any sky through the interwoven branches, but it is raining even though the rain doesn't touch me. Yuki, by some random sense of Seraph direction, is already trudging through and I aim to protest: we are angels! We can fly! But I don't.
We come upon a beautiful white house in the middle of the forest. The house is made partly of glass, with at least two half-walls of the stuff. The delicate arches and wraparound design betrays a light, lithe touch. My heightened vision sees someone, a man I think, in the window.
Yuki knocks on the door. A man more burly than the one I saw in the window comes to answer it; I can tell it is not his touch that designed this pretty place. He has lightly ruffled black hair, fierce musculature, is deathly pale, has golden eyes with a playful light to them, and a friendly smile graces his face.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" He asks. Then his eyes turn incredulous at our wings, "You gotta be kidding me."
Yuki runs him through with her blades, which are silver rather than gold and are covered in less glyphs. He falls, trembling, to the ground; his mouth open in a silent scream. I draw my own blades instantaneously and run right at her.
She parries my blow calmly, "Put the swords away Nat."
"Why should I? What the-".
"We can't say that word. It is unholy." Yuki explains as I gasp for breath.
Trying to speak that word gets my entire air supply cut off, but I suppose I don't really need to breathe anymore. Even so, not breathing is very uncomfortable.
"You can dispose of the Benden Dwer later. I'll dispatch the Benden Kai and the other Benden. It's very normal to feel so messed up; we are mostly taught not to kill, but these are Benden or "without soul"." Yuki says in a dead voice that scares me almost more than watching her kill the man who answered the door.
Yuki walks off to go kill some more Benden. I envision a sort of virtual Seraphin Google to appear in front of me and type the words Kai and Dwer. Kai means Future Seer and Dwer means Mind Reader. I kneel next to the man who is lying on the ground; the wide slashes across his chest are scary and deep, but he isn't bleeding.
"Hello…you seem different than her…" Coughs the man.
"I've always been a non-killer type." I joked lightly, attempting to alleviate the situation but it's difficult to comfort the dying.
"So who are you…and what are you?" He asks politely.
"Natalie Summers ArcSeraph status, angel of Heaven." I respond out of nowhere.
"Emmett Cullen… vampire status I guess, and a vampire of Earth." He says with a half-smile on his face.
My initial reaction is all shock, and, as I vault joyfully into the air, pure happiness. I do pin wheeling cartwheels, spins, and vertical drops before I return to the ground.
"What?" He asks me, confused.
"You are real. Your whole family is real! This is incredible!" I say breathlessly.
"Yeah so what?" He asks, still confused.
"During my time on Earth, I was a huge Twilight fan…" I say, blushing.
"Well if I live to see another day, you can have an explanation." He says with a sigh.
My mind instantly is made up. I must slay Yuki Yen, become Fallen, and rescue the Cullens.