Twenty, that's how old my sister was when she died, well, she wasn't really my sister, see our relationship was complicated, like ridiculously complicated. We met at my church. She didn't like me at first and I wasn't too fond of her either. See we would argue, and fuss and I tended to just press her buttons. One day though, all of that change. On day my best friend died, my grandfather, and out of everyone she was there for me the most. We talked for hours and she was there for every breakdown and every time I wanted to just gives up. She became my reason for going on. She became my pillar of strength. I don't know what would have happened if it wasn't for her. Soon we became best friends sharing our darkest secrets, and soon enough I knew I was in love with her. What we shared many saw it as evil, sin, an abomination. I, I saw it as nothing but love. I loved her and I knew I did, but apparently I was just her experiment. We did thing that we promised to never speak about, but everything that I'm about to tell you started with her. She is the reason I'm standing outside of my church with a gun in one hand and a canteen of gasoline in the other. We went from enemies to friends, to best friends to lovers, to awkward, to sisters. I loved her with all of my heart and would never do anything to hurt her. I would give anything to see her one more time. If she asked me for anything I would have gave it to her. She knew I would go to the earth core for her, but you see she would never ask me to do that because that was the type of person she was. Her name, her name was Brittany. She was twenty and the preacher's daughter. My name is Santana, and I fell in love with her.
Brittany was born with sickle cell and from the day she was born this disease, in which she has no control over, has been killing her. The doctors say they are surprised she lived this long. Many say it was God blessing her, but if it was really him then I don't understand why he would do this. She was innocent, and never did anything but praise him and do everything in his name. She had so much faith, and yet was in pain constantly. I just didn't understand. I was angry, it wasn't fair, and I didn't understand why it had to be her. She would always say God has a plan for her, but now she's in this fucking church, and a Damn casket. Her life was taken from her before she was even allowed to live it and I was livid.
I had no plan. I didn't care what would happen afterwards. I just knew that this was happening now. My sister was being buried in the placed she worshipped and loved so much, his kingdom, I was going to burn it to the ground. I walk inside the door and stop right before I hit the sanctuary. Its silent meaning they must be having their silent prayer. Everything seems so fragile as if I shouldn't interrupt. I step through the doors quietly and silent. Some hear my footsteps and turn towards me. When they see what I'm caring their eyes widen with shock. A week ago when I was told the news I disappeared from everyone. This is the first my family has even seen me. I see them sitting in the fifth row and their staring at me too. The guy standing at front in front of the casket hurries to his family and hushes his kids. By this time everyone is looking at me silently. No one seems to want to move afraid of what might happen when they do. They're afraid that the slightest movement would set them off and they're right, they should be scared. I finally make it to the casket and sit the canteen by my feet. I hold the gun firmly in my right hand and use the left to open the casket. She looks so peaceful. I don't see any pain and it brings a small smile to my face. Tears begin to pool at my eyes and all the emotions I felt begin to storm in me. This is it; I finally know what I'm going to do. I lean down and place a soft delicate kiss on her lips, feeling as if I were to move to fast the moment would shatter. I hear whispering and it begins to piss me off further. I hated when people whispered, I hated when they tried to hide their hatred. I could always feel it. They were always concerned about the sin I was playing with when in reality, they had no idea the type of sin I had flowing throughout my veins, but soon enough they would be the first to find out. I turn to face my audience. I see my mom and aunt standing, holding each other's hands pleading to me with their eyes. I can feel the hatred from Brittany's family hitting me full throttle. Everyone else seems disgusted. When I look where the pastor and his daughter sit, the pastor looks scared while the daughter she, she looks sad, but not because Brittany died, she looks sad for me. She's no older than 10 if I recall. I turn back around and finally speak, "get out." Everyone just stares at me like they don't understand. I'm not a murderer, I won't kill them but I will destroy this place with Brittany and me still in it. "I said get out!" this time my voice comes out as if laced with thunder. The storm brewing inside of me is starting to show and soon it will be too late for them. Slowly people begin to leave. This is taking too long so I move to plan B. I lift my gun in the air and let out three rounds, and that's when panic breaks out. "Get the fuck out now before I take you down with this building." Everyone begins to run out of the building. My aunt and mother run out behind everyone, but not before taking one glance back at me. I looked at them and shook my head. My mother cried, and my aunt helps her out of the building. I knew this was the last time I would see them. I loved them so much, but I had to do this. I pick up my canteen and dump the remains around Brittany. I went through earlier dumping what I needed in order to set off the chain reaction. The place was rig so that once I lit this it would carry up the pillars and through the basement, I would destroy this place. I sat down next to Brittany and pulled out my lighter. Brittany gave this to me. There was a picture of a wolf on it. My favorite lighter. Only fitting this is the one I use.
I spark it up and throw it to the ground. Right then time seemed to slow down for my final moments. The flames licked the ground and ran throughout the whole building. You could see it eat the churches flesh, the smell almost making me sick. Flames circled me and Brittany; I just watch knowing soon enough it would engulf us both. I knew that if there really was a heaven and hell then I would never see Brittany again. She wouldn't be where people like me go after death, she too innocent, pure.
The smoke begins to engulf me and my lungs burned to be free of this suffering. I coughed and tried to catch my breath but it was no use. I wasn't afraid to die I was ready. I closed my eyes ready to face whatever was to come next. What happened next, well let's just say I wasn't prepared at all to handle what happened next. I heard someone coughing behind me. My eyes shot open and stood up and looked inside Brittany casket. I thought I was going crazy, who was coughing. I heard it again; I turned to where the pastor was sitting before he left out. I walked over towards the chairs avoiding the flames as best as I could. Sitting under the chairs was the pastor's daughter, Quinn. She was hiding under the chair, trying to control her cough. She was only ten and her worthless father only thought of himself and left her here to fend for herself. She looked at me, coughing, she was scared. Her eyes were practically begging me to help her. I turned away from her and started to walk back towards my original spot. If he didn't care about his own daughter's life then why should I. she wasn't my problem or my responsibility. Maybe now he'll feel an ounce of what I felt when I lost B. my original spot was cut off, even in the face of death I wasn't able to spend my last moment with B. I fell to my knees and let out and animalistic scream. I was pissed, I thought I would feel better after this, but I didn't. I slammed my fist on the ground and just stayed there. The heat began to lick at my neck. I was snapped out of my trance when something wet touched my hands. I was crying, tears; tears were falling from my eyes. I didn't know what to do anymore. I wanted help. I couldn't hear Quinn anymore. Maybe she found a way out. Maybe the smoke consumed her.
"You look quite pathetic Santana, just sitting there waiting to die. You're worthless, you couldn't even avenge Brittany. She would be ashamed to call you her sister." My head shot up looking for that mocking tone. Who dared mocked me, I whipped out my gun I had tucked in my leans and aimed towards the voice. When I finally found the source of the mockery tone, I couldn't believe what I was looking at. There before me stood a women, she looked no older than 25. She had this arrogant smile on her face and a short cut, blond hair. She work a quarter cut black shirt that stopped right at her navel and blue skinny jeans completed with a pair of red fuck me pumps. The thing that really threw me off was the pair of black wings she was sporting from her back. I couldn't tell how big they were but they looked about the height of her, she stood maybe a foot taller than me. I didn't know what was going on, but all I knew was that I was in a world of trouble. The building began falling around us. I forgot where I was for a moment. I tried to speak but nothing came out. "Yes I know can't quite grasp what's going on while the building around you is coming down. Well I'm going to make this easy for you. I like you Santana, a lot. You have a lot of potential and I would hate to see it go to waste. Now before you ask yes, these are wings on my back, and their black. I'm pretty sure you can come up to where exactly I'm from." All I could was nod my head and listen. "Now I got permission from the big guy down under to recruit you, meaning I can give you all the power you need to take out your revenge. Under the condition that is you work for him forever. I see it as a pretty sweet deal, I mean you were going to die anyway and end up down there. Just instead of having to suffer for eternity, you can work for him. All you have to do is shake my hand and we can get this over with." The women held out her hand and I just stared at her. I really had no idea what was going on, but everything she said was true. I mean what did I have to lose. I reached out, but then paused. She looked at me with a scowl. "I'll be giving the power I need to have my revenge, and all I have to do is work for him." "For eternity, don't forget that part. You'll be working for him forever." I looked at her and then grab her hand. She gripped it tighter and smiled at me. "You made a good choice." She winked at me and then vanished. I looked for her and found her sitting on a banister that didn't burn down yet. She smiled at me this time showing her razor sharp teeth and her eyes shined and bloody red. "I promised you all the power you needed. My gift to you from him, the power of darkness. It will grow stronger within you day by day, tearing at your soul until nothing is left but the darkness itself. You will be darkness, you will be pure evil. Oh and I should warn you, this might hurt for a bit." I didn't know what she was talking about. Before I could finish my though a sharp pain shot through me and I fell to my knees.
My whole body felt like it was on fire. The flames eating the building was nothing compared to this. I could hear sirens outside. Dogs barking people screaming, I slammed my hand over my ears but it didn't help I could still hear everything. I felt like I was burning from the inside and it was traveling throughout my whole body. The smoke continued to go through my nose to my lungs. Breathing was difficult and I was struggling to keep from collapsing. When I thought the pain could get no worse, I was wrong. I heard ripping and it took me a moment to realize the skin on my back was being ripped open. I screamed thrashed on the ground. I never though anything could feel so painful, all I wanted to do was die. Soon I had no more energy to yell but the pain was still there. My body would spasm on the ground just when I thought it was over. The building was still on fire, and I thought I was going to pass out. I could still hear the mysterious women laughing behind me, but then something else caught my attention. I could hear little footsteps. I used all the energy I had to turn towards the noise. When I reached my goal, I was shocked to say the least. There standing no more than a foot away from me was Quinn. She stood there shaking and looking at me with wide eyes. I didn't understand, how is she still alive. She cautiously walked towards me. I didn't hear the other women laughing anymore. When I glanced behind me I could see her scowling at someone. I tried to look to see what she was looking at but my bodies weaken state prevented that. Quinn walked towards me and placed a hand on my back. I flinched and hissed out in pain. Quinn quickly snatched her hand back, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, your wings just look really pretty." I looked at her confused and tried to touch my back, after a couple of seconds of immense pain, I stopped and just decided to take the girls word for it. "We have to get out of here Santana. It's not safe." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I know she saw me start this. She was here during everything, why wasn't she afraid. "Why are you still here, aren't you afraid." She looked at me and then shook her head, "I'm not afraid. You're not scary your just sad. I'm sorry that your best friend died. I know you loved her, but she wouldn't want you to be sad anymore or hurt so we have to get out of here." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I just laid there shocked at what was coming out of this little girl mouth. No one, I mean no one could say the right thing to me, but here she is saying sorry for something she has no reason to say sorry for. Before I knew what I was doing I was standing up on my knees and engulfed her in a hug. Somehow my wings manage to cover her too, but this time they didn't hurt. They were a dark black with streaks of white in them. Quinn stiffened at first because of the contact, but then relaxed into the hug. I could feel the tears run down my face so I pulled away and wiped them away. "You should get out of here. I will be fine." I put on my best fake smile and she gave me a small shy one. She nodded her head and started to run through what wasn't engulfed in flames. I could hear fire trucks and knew it was time for me to leave. When I turned towards my women she had a very pissed look on her face. I turned to where she was staring and saw a woman with blond hair and a similar outfit to my women except it was white and she was sporting a pair of white wings. She looked at me and then smiled. I didn't know who she was, but something inside of me was screaming for me to get away.
I turned about to see what these wings could really do but before I could attempt to take off I heard a scream and turned to see Quinn falling back away from where part of the roof fell. She tried to scramble to her feet but she seemed to be stuck. Above her another burning piece of wood was breaking off. I screamed her name and started to run towards her. She looked at me then looked up and started to cry. I wouldn't make it. She was going to be crushed. The wood split and begins to fall. I tried to run faster, Quinn started to cry harder. I couldn't let this happen she couldn't die. I pushed my body to the limit, my wings were flapping behind me helping me pick up speed. I reached my hand out towards her and she did the same. Time slowed down, I could see everything so clearly. On the underside of my wrist and symbol I didn't recognized appeared there and begin to glow a bright white light. When I looked at Quinn I could see something glowing on her chest under her shirt. She screamed my name and that's when it happened. My whole body begins to warm and a foreign power flowed through me, I shut my eyes right before I reach Quinn and everything goes silent.
When I open my eyes Quinn is in my arms holding on to me tightly, but we aren't alone. To my right is the dark angel, so to say, and to my left is the light angel. They're both looking at me, dark seeming slightly pissed while light is very amused. Neither say anything to me at first, they look at each other and have a silent conversation and then look at me. Dark speaks first, "you have ten years to come up with a plan for your revenge and to act upon it. Afterwards I will find you and you will start paying off your eternal debt." With that said she disappears. I look at my light angel and she smiles at me, "Santana, you've have gotten yourself in a lot of trouble, but yet you still manage to save this little one." I look at Quinn who begins to open her eyes and listen in on what is going on. "For ten years you must watch over this little one who was forgotten by her father when all he could think about was himself. Help her as she grows into a beautiful young woman and teach her the difference between good and evil. You still have good in you and you will help her grow just as much as she will help you grow. You two are to never be separated within those ten years for if you do evil will surely find her and try to corrupt her or worse. It is your job to protect her. She will need you Santana so keep her safe." I squeeze Quinn a little tighter unsure on what was put upon me. Before I could ask, she disappears. I notice the building isn't burning as much and I hear voices that are most likely firefighters calling out for any survivors. I stand on wobbly knees and practice flapping my wings. Once I get the hang of it I flap a little harder. It's almost natural like an extra limb. I pick up speed and strength until I begin to lift off of the ground. Quinn is sitting on the ground staring at me. She looks so scared like I may leave her. I could always leave her to the cops and firefighters. They could make sure she gets home safely. She looked at me and I was lost in her hazel eyes. I couldn't leave her. I felt this pull, something was telling me I needed to be with her. I held I my hand, I decided that the choice was hers, she could choose to stay or go. She looked at my hand and then at the door where I'm sure people would be coming through any moment. Quinn looked into my eyes as if reading my soul and grabbed my hand. She looked at me and smiled, I gave her a small smile back and then hoisted her in my arms. People began to rush in as I started to flap my wings. Quinn parents, my mom, my aunt, a couple of officers they stared in disbelief.
I looked at all of them and finally stopped at my mom and aunt. I smiled at them before flapping my wings harder. I could hear her parents screaming out to her, while she just buried her head into my neck. I could feel her tears, and held her tighter. That warm feeling right before we touched I could feel it again and the symbol on my wrist glowed. It was her, my connection to her. She could feel it to I just knew she could feel it. I closed my eyes and faced towards heaven this was it this was our journey. I had no idea what would happen, but I knew she would be with me the whole time. I shot towards the roof breaking through whatever was left and flew towards our new life together.