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3rd POV

Her wings fluttered behind her, as she sat on the gray rock, facing the cliff. Her head was on her hands, where her elbows were propped up on her thighs. She was trying to keep together, yet she couldn't manage to do it, it was too painful. After a millennium and it was still painful, why was it that her old wounds had to be re-opened?

A single, lone, tear fell on the grass. It glistened in the moonlight, making it look like a diamond on the floor. The moon was her bare witness of all the tears she'd shed in the past years, the only witness of the pain she was in, the pain that seemed to be eating her up, inside out, like a fire. A fire that was destrying her alive.

In her own world, and even with her enhanced senses, she didn't hear the footsteps approaching her. Even if she had, at this point she could care less.

The footsteps stopped right behind her, immediately she felt a presence, she looked up at silver moon, sniffing the air, and instantly grimacing. She wiped away her tears, hastily, but not fast enough. The person had seen her cry, already. Looking sideways, but not really looking at the person, she spoke.

Words soft and gentle, yet strong, and deathly.

"Ah, a vampire."

The vampire scoffed, but said nothing. Two of the three most powerful creatures that walked this earth were right next to each other, and had not yet, killed each other.

"What do you want?" she hissed, annoyed, her true side peeking out momentarily.

Speaking for the first time, "To what do I owe the honor of being in the presence of an angel?" voice full of sarcasm, mocking her.

She rolled her eyes at the vampire.

"I'm not here to chit chat," she said. The vampire behind her rolled his eyes. He took a few steps forward, coming to stand in front of her.

"What makes you think I am?" he asked her. Looking away from the moon, she turned her head to look at him for the first time.

Shoulder length hair, hanging loose, framing his beautiful face. A redefined jaw, with striking brown eyes. He was tanned, unlike most of the other vampires that walked this earth. Closing his eyes, opening them again, his eyes were a shade lighter than before. The corners of his mouth turned up a little, forming a a smirk.

Her own brow eyes stared back at him, the wind played with her almost, black hair, that hung loose around her face, reaching below her waist, as she sat on the rock. Her skin was tanned, but lighter than his on the moonlight. With his enhanced vision he could see her hazel eyes, staring back at him.

On her wrist she could see her tattoo. The tattoo that marked her as an angel. And angel of the light, though all she brought was darkness.

Raising his eyebrows, he spoke, "I thought you'd be an angel of darkness, not light."

She looked away from him, hiding her bloodshot eyes.

"No. I'm an angel of light, there's very few damned, fallen, angels out there. And their wings are black, not white."

Of course. Her wings were pure white, not one speck of black, they were a blindingly white, that the damned angels envied her. Envied her pureness, her obedience, her beauty, and her powers.

Without looking at him, she said, "You're Dimitri. A little bit of over a millennium old, a vampire who is feared, powerful and... Happily married with... Tasha."

He was surprised, he'd heard about a powerful angel having a power like this. The angel was able to tap into their mind and know almost everything about them. Except he couldn't remember who.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Rose."

"But that's not your real name," it was a statement, not a question. She got up from the rock, and walked to edge of the cliff. She could hear the crashing of the waves against the rocks beneath her.

She herself, was condemned, to live forever a life she didn't want. She turned around, and for the first he really saw her. Her white, strapless, dress, flowing, her wings were flapping, and she seemed to be floating.

Her eyes flickered, now they were black, even the white of her eyes were black. Her tattoo glowed in the darkness.

"Azrael, angel of death."

Before he could speak, or even react, she flapped her wings, soaring into black the sky, going back home.

He stood there, bewildered by the angel.

The only sign that she had ever been there was the single, white, feather that floated in the air, falling on top of the rock.