Here's the Prologue to this story; hopefully the first chapter will be up soon, but i can never be to sure.

Anyway... Enjoy!

Btw.. I do not own this anime or Alucard (thought that would be interesting) and what not..

Prologue

Light, golden brown hair fanned out around the strikingly beautiful face of the young woman. Her eyes were closed, as she breathed shallowly; blood surrounded her oddly bent limbs in a crimson outline. Her simple lavender shirt with three quarter sleeves was in shambles, while her dark blue jeans were tattered and singed. She lay there for hours, in the middle of the glistening green field, surround by a thick, dark forest.

When the moon had risen, she awoke; dark, seemingly endless blue eyes opened as she slowly sat up. The pain she noticed first. She looked at her right arm to see it had bent back, the bones obviously broken. With her uninjured left hand she quickly snapped her arm back into place; she clamped her mouth shut and let out a muffled scream as she did so. A crystal tear fell from the corner of her eye and landed on a blade of grass next to her hip. The tear hardened and encased the blade with icy crystal. The young woman looked at her legs, mentally preparing herself for the next round of torture. She quickly proceeded to shift her limbs back into place, letting out strangled, muffled screams every time. When she had finished readjusting, she fell back onto the blood soaked grass beneath her, tired and weary. She lay there for a few minutes, regaining her breath and strength. Eventually, she stood up on trembling legs before loosening her shoulders. She released a blood-curdling scream as she stretched out her beautiful and broken white wings. With her wings extended she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. She breathed deeply before stretching the white wings farther out; tears streamed down her cheeks, causing more grass to become crystallized as she willed the bones to mend, and soon the excruciating pained turned into a dull ache. The young angel stayed in a collapsed heap, as she wavered between consciousness and the need for sleep.

In time she raised herself up once more; her entire body trembled and shook as she stood in the cool night air. She looked around her, seeing no signs of civilization anywhere close, she closed her eyes and concentrated; she heard the sound of a car. It was a highway. She immediately began to slowly make her way to the road, heading through the woods and concentrating on the sound of the occasional car. When it had begun to rain, she continued on with determination. She wrapped her wings around her for protection; the feathers glistened dangerously in the moonlit rain. Finally, after what felt like hours later, she arrived at her destination. She trudged through the soft and muddy forest floor to the highway. Once her foot touched the road she felt her strength ebb; within seconds she had collapsed on the wet cement, with her wings spread out on either side of her. She looked through the thin curtain of hair that fell in front of her face to see a car heading toward her. With her energy spent, she could not move. The driver slammed on the breaks once he or she saw the soaked and tattered young woman with white wings. The car stopped a few feet from her and had swerved to the side. She saw a couple within the car, staring disbelievingly at her. She let her head drop to the cushion of her arm.

The couple within the SUV slowly got out of the car, and headed toward the fallen girl, bewildered and at the same time intrigued. They were both in their late forties with kind visages. The man knelt down close to the girl's head, reaching out tentatively to shoulder.

"Are-are you…?" He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat before gently shaking the girl. She groaned in response. "Are… are you an angel?" he asked cautiously. He knew for a fact that it was extremely uncommon for someone to have wings, but he could never be too sure.

It took a moment, but she nodded in response. The man's wife moved to kneel beside him, trying to fathom the situation. She reached forward and took the girl's hand that was not being used as a head rest, and held it gently between her own; she cradled the girls hand to her chest.

"Did…did you fall?" The woman asked quietly. The young woman softly squeezed the woman's warm hands, knowing she was asking if she was a fallen angel, before slowly pushing herself off the wet ground; the man helped her sit up.

"No…" the two humans glanced at each other, bewildered. "I did not fall… I jumped."

The couple managed to quickly lay the girl in the backseat of the SUV before they continued on their way home, bringing the angel with them.

"What's your name, dear?" The angel smiled softly, sensing the gentleness of the beings in the car and the true concern they had for her.

"Cassiella, and yours?"

"Megan," the woman stated, with a soft smile. Cassiella shifted her eyes to the back of the man's seat.

"And yours?" She asked softly.

"Daniel," the angel nodded before settling into the back seat she was sprawled out on. Megan looked back at her, concern evident in her hazel eyes, "You can sleep; we'll be home in a while."

Cassiella smiled, "Thank you…" she whispered before she drifted into a much needed sleep.

Cassiella woke up to a gentle hand on her shoulder. She sat up in the car and blinked away the blurriness. Daniel offered his hand and helped her out of the car. She slowly folded her wings, and the two onlookers watched, fascinated; once the angel's wings were against her back they disappeared. The young angel swayed on her feet, and Megan moved to wrap an arm around the girl's slim waist and helped her toward the door of their beautiful home.

Daniel opened the door for his wife and the angel and shut it behind them. Megan led Cassiella to the sofa and told her to sit down. Daniel walked into the living with a blanket and draped it over the young woman's shoulders; her cloths were mostly dry, but they were still in terrible shape. Megan went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for the tired and cold angel.

"So…" the man began, trying to breech the subject with the most amount of subtlety. "Why are you here, if you're not…"

"A fallen angel?" Daniel nodded in response. "There is a difference between being suspended from entering The Kingdom-"

"The Kingdom?"

"Some humans call it Heaven."

"I see."

"As I was saying, when you are suspended from The Kingdom, you may not return unless archangels bring you back. If you are banished from The Kingdom, your wings are torn off and you are thrown from The Kingdom, not brought down."

"Then were you suspended?" Megan asked as she walked back into the room and handed the young woman a mug of chocolate.

"Thank you," she said with a small smile. Megan nodded before sitting next to the girl on the couch. "To answer your question, I was not suspended. As I said before, I jumped."

"Why did you jump? I don't think I've ever heard about an angel jumping from Heaven," Cassiella smiled grimly.

"No one has, until now."

"But why?" Megan questioned. Cassiella sighed, before taking a sip of hot chocolate. Cassiella shook her head.

"It's not something you would want to hear…"

Cassiella stood at the back of the beautiful building, watching people mill about. Her almost fiancé was walking around and talking, searching for her, at least, that's what she thought. She knew she would have to make her move soon, or else she would be stuck engaged to the arrogant angel for the rest of her life. When the music began to play loudly, angels began to dance, and she decided it was time to leave. It was surprisingly easy for her to sneak out through the back door, but she figured most of her kindred were focusing on the dancers. She quickly made her through the streets on the clear night. She made sure to take off her ridiculous heels so no one would know of her presence. She reached her house without incident, and changed out of the white dress. She put on a lavender shirt with three quarter sleeves, dark blue jeans and sneakers before she walked out the door. She had undone her hair so that it fell down to her waist in beautiful light golden brown ringlets. It was time.

She sprinted through the streets, after hearing the ruckus coming for the building. She figured Zadkiel was furious that he had lost his would be fiancé. Cassiella felt light and free; she had taken control of her life, and no one was going to stop her. She quickly made her way to the Fallen Well; it was a huge hole in the ground, created when Michael and Gabriel threw Lucifer to earth. She reached the edge, and looked down, seeing clouds, trees, and cities. She took one deep breath before falling forward with her arms spread out.

"NO!" She heard someone yell, before her hand was grabbed, preventing her fall to Earth. She looked up into the brown eyes of her best friend. "Why are you doing this?"

"I do not want to live my life in misery; I would much rather fall to earth than marry someone who I will never love, and who will never love me in return. Please understand," Cassiella watched as tears fell from his eyes; she squeezed his hand. "Let me go and live your life so I can live mine."

The young man smiled a sad smile before loosening his grip. "Good-bye, Ella," he whispered before he released her. Cassiella fell back, watching his face contort in pain. She caught a glimpse of Zadkiel's furious face before she closed her eyes and let herself fall.

"I do not know how long I fell, but I do know that it took many days. My clothes were torn and signed from the speed I was falling at, but I was happy. I had control of my life and had gotten away from the man I despised. I believe I became unconscious at one point because I do not remember the landing, just waking up in pain," Cassiella looked up from her reverie to see Daniel's eyes water and heard Megan's quiet sobs. "I'm sorry. I have caused you grief," Megan hugged Cassiella.

"We are weeping for you. A girl – angel or not – should not have to go through something like that."

"At least I am free now."

"Yes, that'swhat's important," Megan stated as she wiped her eyes.

"What will you do now?" Daniel asked.

"I… do not know."

"Oh, goodness! You can stay here!" Megan exclaimed with a wide smile. Cassiella couldn't help but smile back.

"If that is okay with you…" She moved her eyes to Daniel, who was smiling also.

"Of course."

Cassiella smiled; the two humans had never seen someone look so radiant. And for the first time in a long time, Cassiella cried in joy.

The next week, Cassiella directed them to a man her biological parents and herself and known for years. Daniel and Megan were wary, but Cassiella assured them he was trustworthy. A two-hour drive later, they arrived at Orion's. Cassiella walked up the door, followed by her two guardians and knocked softly. Seconds later a tall man with unruly black hair opened the door.

"Ella? What are you doing here?"

"Zadkiel," was her response. Orion nodded in understanding before ushering the trio into his home.

"What do you need?"

"Birth certificate, adoption forms for sure, and anything else that would make me seem like I've been here all my life."

"Will do, I'll be done in a few hours, help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you're hungry," he got halfway up the stairs before he stopped. "Ella, do you want to keep your name and have their last name?"

"Yes please."

"What's your last name?" Orion asked Daniel.

"Haven," Orion smiled before heading up the stairs.

Hours later he returned with all the proper forms. He made sure to keep Cassiella's real name and added her mother's name as her middle name.

"Cassiella Evangeline Haven, it has a nice ring to it," Megan and Daniel smiled at their new daughter.

"Thank you so much," Megan told him with tears in her eyes. "How can we repay you?"

"There is no need; I don't need the details of how Ella got here, but I do know that Zadkiel is enough of a reason for her to risk her life."

"Thank you," Orion smiled once again at the woman before turning to Cassiella.

"Take care of yourself; you didn't change your name so Zadkiel could find you."

"I understand," he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug before he escorted the trio out of his house. Cassiella waved good-bye before getting into the car. Megan reached back, and Cassiella took the woman's hand in hers. She finally found a loving family, which was more than she could have ever asked for.

Two years later…

Cassiella sat at the back of the bus, mulling over her life; she never regretted the decision of jumping, though she found what happened after interesting. She had found a true family and she lived a relatively normal life. She had graduated from high school with straight A's and got into the college she wanted; she didn't want anything to change, but a sinking feeling in her stomach told that her that she may not get what she wanted.

Her boss had asked her to work an extra shift that night because another girl had gotten sick. She leaned her head against the window as the bus continued on its way down the road. She was glad that she lived in a small town; it was easy getting from one place to another. Around ten minutes later she got off the bus, and it was only another five minutes before she would see her house. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder before walking down the sidewalk. The houses were about half a block apart, making it a little eerie to be walking home alone, but the now eighteen year old didn't seemed phased. In the distance she could see the tell-tail sign of smoke, and the flashing red and blue lights of police. She picked up her walking speed, and the closer she got, the more she wished it wasn't true. The house that was up in flames was hers. Cassiell began to sprint down the road, her sneakered feet slapping the ground as she propelled herself forward. It did not take her long to reach her home, but what she saw brought tears to her eyes. The entire house was on fire, and Cassiella knew her parents were inside. She heard a few of the townsfolk saying the ambulance would be here soon, but so far no one had been found.

Cassiella surveyed the area, noticing the police holding people back; no one was around the back of the house. She sneaked around the police cars and fire trucks to the back of the house. She spotted the dinning room window and before she dropped her bag and sprinted toward the window; meters away she jumped, shielding her face with her arms; she broke through the glass and tumbled to the ground. She groaned quietly before pushing herself up, wincing as the glass dug into her palms. The flames covered the walls and licked at the table; the heat was almost unbearable but she pushed forward. She hurdled over a shorter patch of flames and made her way toward the living room. She was thankful that the smoke did not affect her as she searched the living room, turning up with nothing. She quickly shielded her face when a beam fell in front of the hallway she was about to enter. Her eyes narrowed, as she saw her mother's form in the family room. She moved toward the beam and placed her hands underneath it, she quickly heaved it out of her way, not caring that it slammed down on a piece of furniture that her father loved. She made her way slowly toward her mother, dodging flames as she did so.

She dropped to her knees when she saw the bite marks on the woman's neck. She hefted her mother up into a sitting position with glassy eyes.

"I'm so sorry…" she whispered before she plunged her hand through her mother's back, grabbing the woman's heart, before yanking it back out. She slowly let her mother fall back to the floor, kissing her mother's forehead before standing, tossing the heart into the flames. She felt a presence near her, and heard the scuffling of feet, even with the fire raging around her.. She unfurled her wings before jumping over the flames; the heat carried her up and she found herself face to face with a ghoul. It looked up at her form as it stood in a patch of floor not touched by the flames; she knew it was her father. It snarled at her, but she did not respond, her dark blue eyes menacing. With a screech it flew toward her but she curled one wing and rolled, sweeping the other wing toward the fire, creating a spiral that burned the gruesome creature. She folded her wings again, and dropped onto it, quickly ripping its heart out. The blood of her father and her mother was now on her hands. She tossed the organ into the flames before jumping onto a beam that had fallen. She jumped forward and unfurled her wings again, using her feet to push herself toward another window; this one had already been broken. She folded her wings again and surged toward the window, easily flying through it. She summersaulted on the grass before standing up, coughing lightly to get the smoke out of her lungs. She turned to her right, toward the dark forest where she caught the culprit's scent. She quickly took to the sky, her wings driving her forward and up. She easily found the sound of his footsteps, and veered to the left, she closed her eyes, letting her senses take over. The forest appeared white, while the vampire appeared blue-ish. She opened her eyes again, looking up from the ground she saw a clearing ahead. With a powerful thrust of her wings she raised herself into a current that carried her toward the clearing.

When she neared the open space, she folded her wings against her back and angled herself downward, shooting toward the ground at a groundbreaking pace. Twenty feet up she whipped out her wings, stopping her descent. She hovered in the air a bit, trying to pinpoint the vampire's location before she dropped to the ground. She turned to her right, just as the creature burst through the trees.

"Well, well, well? What do we have here?" He asked. Cassiella's lips pulled back into a snarl. The vampire's face contorted into a wide grin. "You have the scent I was after."

Cassiella snarled, "You hurt my parents," she stated with venom in her voice. The vampire merely cackled.

"Such a naïve little girl, they're human unlike you and me. They die oh so very quickly," a gentle zephyr blew toward the vampire, bringing the angel's scent toward him, he groaned softly in response. She grimaced at the disgusting vampire.

"You're disgusting."

"And you're so sweet."

Cassiella closed her eyes and brought her right hand up to her face, she stood there for a moment, before her eyes flew open; they were a stunning shade of violet before three feathers formed in her palm.

"What are you going to do with those? Tickle me? Make me sneeze?" The vampire laughed again before stalking toward the young woman. She remained still, her violet eyes trained on the vampire. "You're blood just beckons me to you, my dear. Won't you let me have some?" Still the angel did not move. "Cat go your tongue?" Cassiella tilted her head to the side before the feathers in her palm shifted; she then threw them at the vampire. One hit the middle of his forehead, another flew into his stomach and the last rammed into his chest, exactly where his heart should be. The vampire, stunned, looked down. The angel charged toward slamming her foot onto the feather, jamming it into the vampire's forehead.

"No, I was just waiting until you believed that I was nothing but a weak, little girl," she shoved the vampire onto his back with her foot before she leveled her hand with his chest; she closed her eyes once again.

"What are trying to do-" he was cut himself off with an ear-splitting howl of pain. The feathers glowed, spreading white light throughout his body.

"Torture you. Doesn't feel nice? Now, who sent you?" Her face remained grim as she continued to let the light run through him. The vampire screamed and howled, but she continued the torture. "Who sent you?"

"ZADKIEL!" He screamed.

"Where is he?" She demanded, she lessened the light running through him, but he could still feel it.

"E-England. He's in England."

She smirked, "That wasn't so difficult."

"Please…spare me," the vampire spoke softly as he writhed in pain. Her eyes had been reverting back to their natural blue color, but immediately resumed their shade of violet at his statement.

"You made me kill my parents even they had already been dead, and burned my house; there is no way I'm going to spare you," she told him with a sneer. The glowing light intensified and his screams began again.

"NO!" He screamed before his body exploded into blood and dust. She leisurely wiped the blood off her face, the three feathers fell to the ground and disappeared in flashes of white light. She took to the skies again, heading toward what was left of her home.

"Well, England, here I come."