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"Whoa," Alaric said, "angels? I think you have the wrong guy. I'm just an unfortunate human who got caught up in all this vampire stuff. I'm not an angel. I didn't even know angels existed."
"In a world of vampires, werewolves, and witches, why can't angels exist too?" Ari rhetorically asked. "Besides, you have that ring. That just proves it."
"The Gilbert ring?" he asked, incredulously. "It's an angel thing?"
"Of course. But they're not Gilbert rings. They're angel rings. Specifically, Fallen Angel rings."
"Whoa, okay, you have to slow down a little. I don't understand how this is even possible, or how—what?" he asked.
Ari sighed. "When I was human, I had one of those rings too. It was eighteenth century England, and someone gave it to me. I don't know who. Some traveler. That night, a vampire attacked me. I was left bleeding in the streets, afraid I was going to die but somehow knowing I wouldn't. When I woke up, I decided to do research on them.
"I discovered that the inscription on the inside of the ring wasn't from the eighteenth century, but something much older. But through all my research I couldn't figure out what it was. During this time, I was chased and killed by vampires many times. But I kept coming back to life. My source of this immense power remained a mystery to them, and does to this day, as far as I know, but one day when I forgot the ring at my home, they turned me.
"As a vampire, I longed for the answers even more, so I began looking. I came to America as a stowaway on the Founders' ship—the same Founders who founded this very city. While here, I dug up some ancient scrolls that told of a secret ancient history that dates back to the Vikings' arrival on this very land. And not just any Vikings, but the Originals themselves. When they came, the Fallen Angels who inhabited this place were kicked out, and they swore their revenge, but when the Original family became vampires, they died out and were sent to Hell."
"But what does this have to do with me?" he asked.
"Every so often, a person is born with a soul of an angel. When this person dies, they will become an angel in Heaven. You have one of these angel souls, and I know this because those rings were made for this. See, the Fallen Angels want to regain their place on earth, and with enough Fallen Angels, they can. But with angel souls comes the promise that they will go to Heaven and be a good angel. So they created these rings. They find their way to every angel soul on earth. When the person wearing it dies, a piece of their soul goes to Heaven with the angels, to let them know the soul is being broken. After dying so many times, there isn't enough soul in you left for you to go to Heaven, meaning you will be sent to Hell, and since you still have an angel soul, you become a Fallen Angel, thus strengthening the Fallen Angel Army.
"And there's no way I can just be a normal person and not be an angel?" Alaric asked.
"No. Actually, there is, but it won't work. You could have no soul."
"So, be a vampire."
"Correct. But you have the two sides in you, good and bad. They have been battling for too long, and because of dying so many times, Other You is stronger than you. If you became a vampire, that vampire would be like Other You, destroying everything in its path, even yourself."
"So basically, what you're saying is that I have two choices; be a self-destructive vampire, or be a worldly destructive Fallen Angel?"
"Right. I never said it was a good choice, I just stated the facts." Then she looked at him. "You're taking this quite well."
"It's an act," he admitted.
"You want my advice? Become a Fallen Angel."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I want to join you." She picked up a stake from one of Damon's hiding places.
"No," Ric said. "I'm not going to do it."
"Of course you are," Ari replied. "You have to."
"No I don't!"
o.O.o
Damon came back, and the house was deathly quiet until he heard someone sipping form a blood bag. He smirked. Ari. She had always had a weakness for AB positive. And his blood, when she got kinky. He shook his head. Ric was what he came back for, not Ari. Well, maybe a bit of both.
He came downstairs to the cellar type place where Ric always stayed when Other Ric threatened to rear his ugly head—or Alaric's head. He found Ari but no Ric.
"Where is he?" Damon asked when he saw her.
"Dead. I killed him."
Damon was upset. He lost his best friend. "Other Alaric showed up then, did he?" was all he asked.
"Nope."
"What?" he asked, outraged. "Why did you do it then?"
"It had to be done. He is an angel, so he had to be killed to fulfill his destiny."
"So you're telling me he's an angel and that I can rest easy knowing he's got a better life ahead of him?" Damon asked.
"Not exactly," Ari replied. "He's a Fallen Angel."
"How the hell did that happen?"
"The very ring that was supposed to save him. Now what is left of his soul is resting in Hell waiting with the other Fallen Angels."
"But that's—" He was cut off by a gasp heard in the other room, where Alaric was supposed to have been dead. The two vampires ran into the room to find Ric, smirking evilly and holding a stake.
AN: I'm trying something different. From now on, this story will be updated every tuesday. At least, until school starts.