Title: I heard Angels on the steps
Chapter one:
The Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ...
AN: This does have to do with dragon ball z, and if you review, all will be revealed in the next chapter. ^ _ ^ but you won't know unless i get 5 reviews.
She walked across the newly laid snow. Leaving a trail of footprints behind her following her to the gigantic doors of the castle. She opened the door with a creak to be greeted to nothing, and no one. Perfect she said to herself. This will be so much fun.
She turned around to close the door, and looked ahead once more. "I have always hated large places. Jeez, and this place is huge." She sighed to herself. Why must I do this? She walked to the left and spotted a large ash staircase which was elaborately carved and sculpted to greet the guests head on, sculpted into angels and demons on each side of the steps, waging an invisible war that has been going on for eons. The steps themselves had some sort of carving embedded into them. Like the symbols of life, death, and love. Each step was different, but she couldn't get a close enough look going by the thick velvet runner heading down the steps. She walked by them, fearful of what may happen if she sets foot upon them. The stairs may open and swallow her whole, never to be seen again by her family and friends, although they are never going to see her again anyway not as if it matters.
She took a deep breath and took another step forward. The flooring changed from the sand-like marble to a deep hunter green, streaked with silvers and blacks. And unlike the last room, that had appeared to be tiled, you could see no boxes to the tiles in this room, as if they had not existed, a giant pool of green, a primal ocean. She swallowed hard and continued forward. She had never liked this place, even as a child as she rode her bike to school in front of it each morning. It seemed so lonely, and deserted all the same.
When she was little her mother had told her of a man that had lived there with magical powers, and that he had thrown parties with others of his kind there. She had never known what her mother had meant by "others of his kind" She had thought that he had looked like everyone else. Although she had only seen him once. But did that matter? He still looked normal.
She started getting a chill on her back and she turned around. A window had opened slightly. She walked toward it to shut it, but before she could reach it, it slammed itself shut, trying to catch her fingers within the cold metal hinges. She started shivering uncontrollably, and flinch, pulling her hand close to her in fear of what else may try and snatch it from her. She snapped herself out of her trance and took another step in the opposite direction of the window, feeling eyes burning holes in her back. She glanced around, uneasily and watched every movement in the corner of her eye, although there were none. No movements, she was the only one there. Alone.
She spun on her heals trying to catch the thing looking at her back at surprise but caught nothing. "Damn it!" all she managed to do was hurt her ankle, twisting it while turning around too fast for herself. She limped to a table and clasped onto it, before falling, and bringing the table with her. A crash sounds through out the house, attracting the attention of the other unknown residents of the house. But before she could know they were there, she blacked out. Falling into blackness that was warm and welcoming.
One of the residents was resting upstairs when he had heard a crash and ran downstairs expecting an intruder, although, finding a female collapsed on the floor. "You're early." He laughed to himself. "Fell and bumped her head..." He chuckled again. "Such a frail thing. Must be careful, wouldn't want to break her on accident." He smiled a genuine smile.
He picked up the frail girl, and flew up the stairs. Not paying attention to all of the figureheads turning to look at her. They all smiled wickedly and looked among each other. He then reached the top step, and turned. All the wooden faces turned to their original places, aware that they had been caught, but were trying to ignore the situation. "You leave her alone...If I hear that you have done one thing to her...I'll use you as firewood." He snorted and walked off into the prepared bedroom awaiting their new arrival. He gently set her down on the soft bed and walked toward the bathroom to get a damp cloth to clean the newly appeared scratch on her forehead.
He came back soon enough, and sat at the edge of the bed. He placed the cloth on her wound and heard a hiss come from her. "Sorry" he whispered. Although she was unconscious, she could still experience pain. She moaned and turned to her side, placing an arm on his leg, and yet she was unaware and completely comfortable in his presence. He looked down at her hand, gazing at it as if he hadn't a clue as what to do. He gingerly picked it up, and placed in on her stomach, hoping that it would stay there. Then he stood, walking back to the bathroom to get a bandage for her ankle. 'I should be kind to her while I can, she will have no memory of this, and she has a hard life ahead of her.' He smiled warmly, but then frowned. He had thought of the way that she was going to be treated and disliked what he had seen.
He walked back into the room, silently, as not to disturb her. He wrapped her ankle, and then left, but not before looking into the room, giving her one last glance. The door clicked closed.
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The Castle rocks and shakes within the ground, things crash all around her. 'What's going on?' She asks herself in a daze. She sits up and sees a man standing right in front of her. She screams and her lungs feel raw, and she can't breath. She tries to feed her hungry lungs, but the air refuses to enter her.
A man rushes into the room as she is heaving and suffocating herself, the blankets tangled themselves around her neck and mouth from her thrashing in her sleep. He untangles her, as quickly as possible, feeling as if his hands are not working fast enough. She gasped and her lungs fill and eyes open. She coughs and holds her chest afraid her heart is going to break free of its bone prison. Her eyes water and blink rapidly, ridding themselves of the salty mixture. She looks up at the man who rushed in. His red hair gleams in the lamplight. He looks at her, "Are you alright miss?"
She shakes her head, now throbbing in her skull. "Yes, fine. Could you spare an aspirin?" She was in too much pain to speak another word, nor could she tell where she was, or whom she was with. The man nodded his head and walked away, returning with a glass of water and two aspirins. He touched her shoulder and handed them to her. She grasped them firmly and put the aspirins in her mouth, then swallows the water. She then lays back on the bed, and falls fast asleep.
Chapter one:
The Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ...
AN: This does have to do with dragon ball z, and if you review, all will be revealed in the next chapter. ^ _ ^ but you won't know unless i get 5 reviews.
She walked across the newly laid snow. Leaving a trail of footprints behind her following her to the gigantic doors of the castle. She opened the door with a creak to be greeted to nothing, and no one. Perfect she said to herself. This will be so much fun.
She turned around to close the door, and looked ahead once more. "I have always hated large places. Jeez, and this place is huge." She sighed to herself. Why must I do this? She walked to the left and spotted a large ash staircase which was elaborately carved and sculpted to greet the guests head on, sculpted into angels and demons on each side of the steps, waging an invisible war that has been going on for eons. The steps themselves had some sort of carving embedded into them. Like the symbols of life, death, and love. Each step was different, but she couldn't get a close enough look going by the thick velvet runner heading down the steps. She walked by them, fearful of what may happen if she sets foot upon them. The stairs may open and swallow her whole, never to be seen again by her family and friends, although they are never going to see her again anyway not as if it matters.
She took a deep breath and took another step forward. The flooring changed from the sand-like marble to a deep hunter green, streaked with silvers and blacks. And unlike the last room, that had appeared to be tiled, you could see no boxes to the tiles in this room, as if they had not existed, a giant pool of green, a primal ocean. She swallowed hard and continued forward. She had never liked this place, even as a child as she rode her bike to school in front of it each morning. It seemed so lonely, and deserted all the same.
When she was little her mother had told her of a man that had lived there with magical powers, and that he had thrown parties with others of his kind there. She had never known what her mother had meant by "others of his kind" She had thought that he had looked like everyone else. Although she had only seen him once. But did that matter? He still looked normal.
She started getting a chill on her back and she turned around. A window had opened slightly. She walked toward it to shut it, but before she could reach it, it slammed itself shut, trying to catch her fingers within the cold metal hinges. She started shivering uncontrollably, and flinch, pulling her hand close to her in fear of what else may try and snatch it from her. She snapped herself out of her trance and took another step in the opposite direction of the window, feeling eyes burning holes in her back. She glanced around, uneasily and watched every movement in the corner of her eye, although there were none. No movements, she was the only one there. Alone.
She spun on her heals trying to catch the thing looking at her back at surprise but caught nothing. "Damn it!" all she managed to do was hurt her ankle, twisting it while turning around too fast for herself. She limped to a table and clasped onto it, before falling, and bringing the table with her. A crash sounds through out the house, attracting the attention of the other unknown residents of the house. But before she could know they were there, she blacked out. Falling into blackness that was warm and welcoming.
One of the residents was resting upstairs when he had heard a crash and ran downstairs expecting an intruder, although, finding a female collapsed on the floor. "You're early." He laughed to himself. "Fell and bumped her head..." He chuckled again. "Such a frail thing. Must be careful, wouldn't want to break her on accident." He smiled a genuine smile.
He picked up the frail girl, and flew up the stairs. Not paying attention to all of the figureheads turning to look at her. They all smiled wickedly and looked among each other. He then reached the top step, and turned. All the wooden faces turned to their original places, aware that they had been caught, but were trying to ignore the situation. "You leave her alone...If I hear that you have done one thing to her...I'll use you as firewood." He snorted and walked off into the prepared bedroom awaiting their new arrival. He gently set her down on the soft bed and walked toward the bathroom to get a damp cloth to clean the newly appeared scratch on her forehead.
He came back soon enough, and sat at the edge of the bed. He placed the cloth on her wound and heard a hiss come from her. "Sorry" he whispered. Although she was unconscious, she could still experience pain. She moaned and turned to her side, placing an arm on his leg, and yet she was unaware and completely comfortable in his presence. He looked down at her hand, gazing at it as if he hadn't a clue as what to do. He gingerly picked it up, and placed in on her stomach, hoping that it would stay there. Then he stood, walking back to the bathroom to get a bandage for her ankle. 'I should be kind to her while I can, she will have no memory of this, and she has a hard life ahead of her.' He smiled warmly, but then frowned. He had thought of the way that she was going to be treated and disliked what he had seen.
He walked back into the room, silently, as not to disturb her. He wrapped her ankle, and then left, but not before looking into the room, giving her one last glance. The door clicked closed.
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The Castle rocks and shakes within the ground, things crash all around her. 'What's going on?' She asks herself in a daze. She sits up and sees a man standing right in front of her. She screams and her lungs feel raw, and she can't breath. She tries to feed her hungry lungs, but the air refuses to enter her.
A man rushes into the room as she is heaving and suffocating herself, the blankets tangled themselves around her neck and mouth from her thrashing in her sleep. He untangles her, as quickly as possible, feeling as if his hands are not working fast enough. She gasped and her lungs fill and eyes open. She coughs and holds her chest afraid her heart is going to break free of its bone prison. Her eyes water and blink rapidly, ridding themselves of the salty mixture. She looks up at the man who rushed in. His red hair gleams in the lamplight. He looks at her, "Are you alright miss?"
She shakes her head, now throbbing in her skull. "Yes, fine. Could you spare an aspirin?" She was in too much pain to speak another word, nor could she tell where she was, or whom she was with. The man nodded his head and walked away, returning with a glass of water and two aspirins. He touched her shoulder and handed them to her. She grasped them firmly and put the aspirins in her mouth, then swallows the water. She then lays back on the bed, and falls fast asleep.