So...can there be 2 prologues? Well, there are...
I only on some of this insanity...not Glee, not Reapers (which inspired this...)...lol
Enjoy!
14 Years Later
Santana
Santana Lopez groaned as light shone through her bedroom window. She did not want to get up, in fact it was the very last thing she wanted to do. She pulled the thick blanket over her head and tried to block out the sunlight.
"Santi, get up already, today is an important day." She heard her mother chastise lightly from the door.
"It's just a birthday, Mami, I get one every year." She answered popping her head from beneath the covers and locking one brown eye on her mother.
"It's your sixteenth birthday, sweet sixteen, of course it is important…in fact, I have something I need to tell you, darling…" It was the nervous tremor in her mother's voice that made her sit up more than anything.
"I doubt anyone would consider me sweet…" she joked anxiously playing with her fingers above the covers."
"Nonsense, mija," Her father appeared at her mother's side laying a palm on her shoulder, "you are the sweetest daughter and man could want. Feliz Cumpleanos."
She smiled despite not really being that enthused about her birthday. In the tradition of her father's family they had already celebrated her quincenera last year, sweet sixteen seemed like a letdown after that extravagant party.
"Gracias, Papi."
"Well, come on lazy it's time to get the day started early bird and the like." He ran a thick hand through his salt and pepper hair.
"Un momento, Papi, Mami had something important to tell me." She placed socked feet on the floor not failing to miss the silent exchange between her parents. Her father looked sharply at her mother and shook his head minutely, brown eyes instantly saddened, but when they turned back to her, her mother smiled.
"Never mind, come on, Santi, I prepared your favorite." Her mother shrugged off her father's hand and disappeared from the doorway. Santana listened until her mother footsteps became indistinguishable and then arched a thin brow at her father.
"Que pasa, Papi?"
"Never you mind, mija." He refused to meet her eyes and then followed her mother downstairs.
Santana scratched her neck nervously. Her parents were never secretive, not like they appeared to be just now. They were a tight-knit threesome and she'd never before felt like they were keeping something important from her, but today she knew for sure they were and the ominous feeling in her gut let her know that it was a serious affair. She shook her head, resolving to allow them the time to tell her whatever they needed to on their own time and rose from the bed. She crept down the stairs almost noiselessly in time to catch the tail end of her parent's conversation.
"…doing, Elise?"
"She has a right to know, Javier. He is coming and you can pretend that it's not real all you want, but he is…"
"We're not allowed, love."
"You're not allowed, I am allowed to save my daughter."
"It's too late to change the past, amor."
"And what about the present, and her futu-" She saw her mother's tear-filled brown eyes look up to meet her gaze, staying for a moment before turning away and storming from the house.
"You still going to tell me that was nothing, Papi?" She questioned stepping off the stairs and strolling fully into the kitchen.
"Eat your breakfast, Santana, and don't be late for school." Her father refused to meet her eyes and walked past her and back upstairs to his bedroom. She wanted to follow to continue her line of questioning; she wanted to find out what was really going on and was aggravated at them both. It wasn't supposed to be like this, it was her birthday, after all.
Ignoring her father's request that she eat breakfast, she angrily grabbed a banana from the bowl on the table; passing over the sumptuous meal laid out, and stalked from the house, grabbing her backpack that was slung by the door. She left her house slamming the door and strode over to her car, a black Chrysler 300; revving the engine she reveled in it's purring for a second before pulling out and speeding off.
Brittany
White Keds bounced on the wooden steps as long pale legs raced to get downstairs. Today was her best friend's birthday and she couldn't wait to give Santana her present. Sure, the Latina had said that she didn't want a gift that it didn't matter, but Brittany had never been one to listen when the brunette said things of that nature. Lost in thought, the girl almost ran into her mother which would have sent them both careening down the stairs.
"Brittany, I was just coming up to speak to you."
"Yeah, Mom?" She asked springing on her heels.
"Remember what we talked about, about Santana's sixteenth birthday?" She peered into blue eyes that matched her own.
"You mean about her Dad?" Brittany nodded remembering completely what her parents had told her months ago about Santana's family.
"Amongst other things."
"Does it mean that we can't friends? Cuz you guys told me that we could still be friends…" The blonde cried; her bopping instantly stopping at the thought of not being able to be friends with the other girl. She'd asked the same question immediately after her parents had explained to her how she and Santana were basically on different sides of a very old war; but she didn't want to fight her best friend, she was the only one who understood her and bestest friend she had.
"You can definitely try, but it may be difficult at times…"
"I'm not going to give up on, San, Mom…I don't care who her Dad is or whatever." Brittany crossed her arms stubbornly and glared at her mom. She was pissed that she'd messed up her good mood.
Her Mom touched her upper arm gently. "I know, Hon, that's why you were chosen to be her…partner. You just keep your faith in her, some one's got to…"
Brittany nodded her head minutely and walked past her mother her mind now weighed down by thoughts of her best friend's soul.
Later that Day
Santana
She's lost her mind. That was the only explanation for what she'd been seeing all day. She had to be hallucinating. It had started on her way to school, on the every corner from her house to the brick school building she'd seen the same man. At the beginning she didn't think it was the same man, how could it be? But, he'd been wearing the same thing, a tailored black suit with a red shirt and a red pocket handkerchief. He had been looking unblinkingly at her and smiling deviously. The smile filled her with cold dread and made her race into the school so fast she'd almost knocked down several underclassmen.
She'd seen the man again in the bleachers during Cheerios practice and again outside the window during first period, which only convinced her that she'd lost her mind because that class was on the third floor. Both times when she'd tried to show someone else the man disappeared.
So, now she was sure that she'd gone insane, the stress of turning sixteen had caused her to have a complete break with reality; at least that was what she assumed when she took her usual seat outside under the huge oak to wait for Brittany and the man was seated their watching her walk over. She paused and looked around to see if anyone else noticed the man who was so assuredly out of place. No one seemed phased in the least by his presence.
Santana squared her shoulders and walked over to the concrete table and stood on the opposite side of the man, putting the table squarely between them. She leveled the man with her hardest glare and crossed her arms.
"Stalk, much?" She growled.
The man chuckled in response and Santana saw red. She slammed her hands on the table, not even registering that the action should have caused her pain.
"It's not funny, sicko, stop following me, whatever your offering I ain't buying."
"So much untapped potential…" He grinned, straight, white teeth gleaming in the sunlight "…do you know who I am, Santana?"
"A pervy old guy who gets off on freaking out young girls?" She crossed her arms again never breaking eye contact with the man.
The man laughed again. "Oh, I'm going to like you…"
Brittany
She was running late. That was why she hadn't already been at the Oak to meet Santana for lunch. She forgotten the combination to her locker, again and then when she'd gotten it open she'd forgotten what she needed out of it. She sighed and readjusted her back pack as she stepped out the side door to the school. She'd wished that Santana had met her at her locker like she sometimes did, she always remembered her combination and she always knew what she was looking for when she, herself forgot. It was like her best friend was her memory.
The smile she'd had on her face faded when she saw who sat across from her best friend under their Oak; him. She could feel the rage vibrating off her friend in waves and sped up trying to make it over to them before the Latina did something that she would regret.
"Sanny," She smiled slipping in between the pair, but ignoring the presence behind her, "Happy Birthday!"
"Well that was quite rude for a Nephilim." She heard behind her, but she didn't reply, just kept her eyes glued to her best friend.
"Nephilim?" Santana's brown crinkled in confusion.
"Half Angel, half man...what she didn't tell you? Such treacherous creatures aren't they and humans believe they're full of truthfulness and goodwill." The man scoffed. "Everyone seems to be intent on lying to you, Santana. Except me of course, I specialize in truth."
"Whose truth?" Brittany turned angrily and faced the man.
"Even you're not too dense to know there's only one truth."
"Hey, I don't give a flying fuck who you are you're not gonna talk to Britts like that!" Santana's eyes flashed and she stepped around Brittany .
"That's right, get angry...get deliciously angry." He smirked.
"Sanny, San..calm down...you need to calm down!"
The air around them crackled tensely. Brittany watched as the muscles in her best friend's back rippled. She heard the concrete of the table crumbling under the Latina's grip. Santana released several ragged breathes.
"Doesn't it feel good? To let all that anger and frustration consume you?"
"Shut-up." Santana growled.
"You can feel it, all the untapped power swirling beneath your fingertips.."
"Shut-up!"
"Do you want to hit me, Santana? Wanna pop..."
"Shut-up..."
"...Lucifer on the chin? Want to hit your father?"
"Shuuu-Father? Liar!" thunder cracked in the distance from the force of Santana's anger.
"Tsk tsk. How truly ungrateful. To quote a famous movie: Santana, I am your father." The man smirked.
"I don't care who you think you are! Javier Lopez is my father."
"Small man with petty desires. I am your sire, child. Ask your parents, ask the nephilim..."
"Britts...?" Santana turned teary eyes on her lifelong best friend.
Brittany hung her head ashamed, refusing to meet red-tinged brown eyes. "I'm sorry..."
"Fuck. You're both insane. Britts, you've known me since we were like, sperm...I'm sorta bitchy, but I'm not the devil's kid..." Santana laughed uncomfortably.
"You are Santana, but-but it doesn't mean you're evil..." Brittany touched her shoulder lightly.
"Au contraire, that is exactly what it means. I don't spawn angels, sweetheart." The man brushed a hand through his perfectly coiffed salt and pepper hair.
"Tell her the truth!"
"I don't take demands from insignificant whelps. I don't deal in hope, either." He addressed Brittany then turned again to Santana. "You are mine, Santana. Your soul is mine. There's not a choice, we're not negotiating. Per the agreement I have with him, you and this halo brat will be paired and you will reap souls. You will assure that what is rightfully mine stays mine and you will not fail me." His eyes flashed and then he disappeared in a pit of black flames.
"Sanny..?"
"It's all true?"
Brittany nodded solemnly and took a step back when Santana angrily threw off the hand that was still resting on her shoulder.
"You lied to me. You all lied to me!" She screeched punching the nearby oak and them stalking off leaving the blonde Nephilim staring at the splintering wood her best friend left in her wake.
nephilim - offspring of an angel and a human
So? Thanx for all the people who added this to their alerts that was nice considering this is like my first supernatural ff.
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