Now, I've used some Italian words here, but I won't let you go through for Google translate so here are the translations:
Buongiorno - Good morning... Madonna - My Lady... Molto bene -Very good... Grazie messer - Thanks sir... Madre - Mothe... Magnifico - Magnificent (obv)... Corri! - Run!... Dio mio - My God
That should be all of them - as for the characters I do not own Lucifer, Lauren Kate owns him but I've made him my characters uncle. All the other characters are all mine :) Please enjoy!

Chapter 2

Christina

I couldn't believe that that had just happened to me. That old, creepy woman frightened me for no reason, just to tell me horrible things. But I couldn't help but wonder who she was on about. I knew quite a lot of people, I lived in a friendly town, and everybody was nice to me. Who could she possibly have been on about? Whatever, I wasn't going to let it get to me. I dusted off my skirts and walked to the blacksmiths.

Now, being a woman, let alone 16, it wasn't very appropriate to be carrying a weapon, or even purchasing one. Luckily I knew the head blacksmith, Mario. He used to go hunting with my father and had made nearly every weapon in our weapons room. As I approached the blacksmiths, Mario was there, frowning at a piece of armour and turning it over in his hands. He picked up a piece of cloth and started to polish the breast plate, just as I leaned my elbows on the stand and greeted Mario with a warm smile.

"Buongiorno, Mario!" I said, he looked at me and smiled back.

"Buongiorno, Christina. How is your father?"he asked.

"Very well, I'll tell him you asked about him. Speaking of my father, it's his birthday today and I was wondering if I could purchase a dagger from your fine store.

He frowned at me and hesitated before saying, "Madonna, I don't think you should be doing that. A woman, especially a young one like yourself, shouldn't be carrying such a dangerous weapon." I was expecting that.

"C'mon Mario, it's the first time I'm buying my father's gift and I want it to be special. No one's going to find out. If my father asks I'll say my Uncle Lucifer bought it for me to give to him."

He seemed to consider this, and gambled before replying, "Okay. I have a few things to do out back. Here's the book," he slid a book full of different weapon choices and flipped to the section filled with daggers, "tell my boy Sam over there what you want and he'll make it for you." After that he retreated to the back room to continue his work. That was when I noticed the boy at the back of the room, polishing a long sword.

He had his back to me, but that was all I needed to get me hooked. He had a long, strong build. You could see his muscles moving as he polished the sword all the way down the blade. He was wearing a white shirt that was stained with sweat and dirt. The back of his neck was glistening with sweat and his hair was black and dishevelled. On his bottom he wore black trousers that hugged legs with black boots. I was mesmerised by this guy. Sam was his name. I realised I was staring for so long, I hadn't picked out a weapon for my father. I flicked through the book and something caught my eye. It was a long dagger, with a shiny silver blade and a black handle. It was perfect. What was interesting about this dagger was a set of angel wings on the handle of the blade; an angel insignia. There was something about that that just seemed so significant.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" asked a voice. I looked up to find myself staring into a pair of dark brown eyes. It was like my whole world had turned upside down, he was beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes away from his. He made me feel like someone out of a romance book. It was breathtaking.

"Madonna? Are you alright?" asked Sam. I didn't realise that I was staring at him for almost a minute. I was thinking, he must think I'm strange now. I shook my head to concentrate on the gift.

"I'm fine, thank you. I was thinking about this gift for my father," I turned the book around to show Sam the silver blade with the angel insignia on the handle, "Do you think you can make this?" I don't think I could have sounded more girly; I needed to get my voice under control.

"Molto bene. I will see to it. Come back in an hour and it should be finished by then. You may pay for it when you get back."

"Grazie messer," I replied, and with that I turned and walked back down the street. But I couldn't help looking back over my shoulder to see if he was watching me walk away.

He was. His eyes locked with mine and we shared something. I knew he felt something too. He raised his hand and waved at me, which made me blush.

I reached home to find my mother in the garden, tending to some roses whilst humming. My mother was a beautiful woman. She had the same brown hair as me, long and flowing down her back. She had long eye lashes like me, but that's where we stop when it comes to our appearances. She had green eyes, whereas I had deep blue eyes like my fathers. Her nose had a bump in it and stuck out slightly, whereas mine was like a button and straight like my fathers. Her eyebrows were thin and short, whereas mine were full and long like my fathers. You could tell that age had gotten to my mother. She was 40 years of age, which at the time was considered old. The life expectancy in the 1500's wasn't very long. But I do believe that my mother was doing okay for her age.

I approached my mother and tapped her on the shoulder, "Boungiorno, Madre," I said, greeting her with a smile.

"Boungiorno, my dear. How was your time in town?" she asked, which made me remember the woman who grabbed my hand.

You need to be careful, my pretty. Things aren't always what they seem; people aren't who they say they are. What did she mean?

"It was great," I lied, "I met a new boy at the blacksmiths. His name is Sam, and he's going to be the one to make father's dagger!"

"Sounds wonderful, dear. Would you like to help me with the flowers? There are tulips over there and we need some new flowers in the dining room. Would you mind picking some new ones for me?" And with that, I helped my mother by picking the best pink and white tulips from the bunch. But I couldn't help but wonder what that old woman meant. It was driving me crazy. The only thing that kept me sane was seeing Sam again in less than an hour.

An hour had passed and it was time to collect the dagger. This time, when I entered the gates of the town, I couldn't help but look around to see if that old lady was hanging around. Luckily she wasn't, but it still made me feel uncomfortable. I walked up to the blacksmiths and there he was. He was facing me, but was looking down at a steel breast plate and was pounding away at it with a hammer. I could see his muscles bulge when the hammer connected with the metal, see the sweat running down his forehead. Very manly.

He noticed me standing there and gave a quick smile before putting the hammer down and walking towards me. On his way he grabbed a dirty rag and rubbed the sweat from his forehead and his neck and threw the rag over his shoulder and leaned his hands on the stand.

"Hello again," he said, more confident than last time.

"Hello," I said, my voice sounded pathetic. I coughed and tried again, "Hello, I've come here to collect the dagger. The silver one with the black handle?"

"Ah yes, it's right here." He pulled out a box from under the stand and placed it gently on the stand. He opened the top and there lay my dagger. The blade was clean, glimmering silver and the handle was made of black wood. Carved into the handle was a pair of angel wings. You could see the detail of the feathers as they spread.

I held it in my hands and examined it closely. "It's beautiful," I said in awe, "magnifico."

"So you like it?" he asked.

"It's wonderful, I think it will go well with my father's collection."

"You're father being Lord Raphael Lavitski?" he asked, how did he know my family?

"Yes, how did you know that?"

"I've seen you around here before, shopping with you mother. This is the only time I've ever seen you alone." That was unexpected. Had he been watching me?

"Yes, well I'm 16 now, so I think I'm mature enough to purchase things on my own." I tried to sound confident in my response, but being around a man this handsome made me sweat under my dress.

"I'm sure you are," He replied, but he didn't say anything else; just stared gently nodding his head. We stayed like that for a brief moment, staring into each other's eyes and I thought I felt something. A spark maybe?

"I should probably be going now, my mother will probably be wondering where I am." Great, Christina. Very mature.

He just looked at me, smiled and the bid me farewell.

The sky was getting darker as I approached my home, and I didn't realise that it had begun to rain ever so slightly. The courtyard leading up to the front door felt eerie and creepy. I didn't feel comfortable going down there, but I had to. Clutching the box with the dagger under my arm I speed walked up to the front door but something was extremely wrong. I felt it the minute I entered the gates to the courtyard. The door was wide open.

We never left the door open in case thieves decided to steal some of our belongings. I walked up the steps and peered into the house. All I could see was darkness. I noticed a flicker of light coming from the seating area of the house. I quietly crept inside and walked towards the room. There was no one in there, but there were definite signs of foul play. Books were spread across the floor when they were supposed to be in their rightful places on the shelves; the cushions from the sofa's were ripped apart and the feathers were everywhere; there was a hole in the wall of the far side of the room; and next to it the curtains were ripped and hanging lopsided on the poles. It was a complete mess. It was like an earthquake had happened and destroyed the home. That wasn't the only room that was affected; the kitchen; dining room; hallway; bathrooms; and the servants rooms were destroyed. Something happened here.

It was then, when I turned around, that I saw a smear of read on the walls. I got a closer look at it, touched it with my finger and noticed that it was still wet. Blood.

It was like an instinct. I place the box on the table next to me and retrieved the dagger out of its place and held it to protect myself. I don't know how, but the dagger just felt right in my hand, like I was meant to hold it somehow. I hear muffling coming from upstairs and headed to the stairs to see what I could find. I crept up each step, careful not to make a sound. It was quite an old house we lived in, and nearly each stepped creaked. I figured that if I stay close to the edges of the step then maybe they won't creak. I slowly glided up the stairs with my back against the wall. When I reached the top the muffling turned into talking, and if I concentrated hard enough I could hear what they were saying.

"You never loved me. Why are you doing this to me?" Definitely a woman's voice. But I just can't quite make out who's.

"Sometimes, sacrifices must be made." I man's voice. Deep. This one sounded quite familiar.

I slowly crept down the hall way and noticed that the sound was coming from my father's study.

SLAP! Skin on skin contact, the man had obviously slapped the woman.

"Shut up! I'm doing this because I have to, this is the only way!"

"Please on, dear, I can change!" Mother?

No, it can't be. I won't let myself believe that any danger could come to my mother. I just won't.

My back was against the wall outside the study and I gently creaked the door open ever so slightly. I raised the blade, ready to attack. But something stopped me.

That was when I saw it. I had never seen anything so horrific, so violent looking in my life.

My mother was cowering on the floor while this huge man stood over her with a blade in his hand. Her lip was cut and blood was dripping from her throat. Her hand was raised to defend herself from any more blows from the man. Her dress was torn and the lacing was undone. The strap of her dress was half way down her arm, revealing her pale shoulder, bruises sprouting from her arm and cheekbone; I had never seen my mother so vulnerable.

What the most frightening thing of all was the man. His figure was in shadow but what was outstretched from his back was very clear indeed. A pair of bright white angel wings were coming out of his shoulder blades. I had never seen anything so glorious yet terrifying in all my life. It was like the light at the end of the tunnel, especially when you know it's not a good end.

"Goodbye, Annetta," the man said, before bringing down the blade and stabbing my mother in the stomach. My mother's face all of a sudden went paler than she normally was. She turned her head towards me.

With her last breathe she said, "Corri! Corri, my child! Go, Christina!" With that, she flopped to the ground and was gone.

"Dio mio," I whispered, frozen where I stood.

The man turned around and saw me. It was then that I recognised the man. The man who I grew up knowing, who I trusted.

You need to be careful, my pretty. Things aren't always what they seem; people aren't who they say they are. The old woman's words were coming back to me. This was the man who was living a lie his life, who I thought I knew.

"Father?"

So yeah, this one was a lot longer as I felt the last chapter was a bit short and didn't include much - sorry! I hope you like this chapter, and please leave a review and tell me if you like it, otherwise I'll think its crap and stop working :(
-Caz :D