Chapter Eight: Just Say Yes
Victoria stared up at the sky, her black eyes matching the blanket of darkness yet there were no bright lights in her own eyes. A flutter of wings made her turn to the dark toned woman staring at her, her own eyes black. Thought she appeared human, her scent was something far more terrifying.
An angel. And to make it all worse, an Archangel at that.
"Raphael," the redhead spoke, her child-like voice filled with insanity. "How may I help you?"
"Your future had changed. You shall not die tonight." Raphael spoke, voice icy.
"So it begins?"
"Yes it does."
The demons attacked an hour after Lucifer left, when Sam, Dean and Adam returned to the house. The first thing Adam did was run to his wife, sending her into a demon-protected room with his [younger version] son. As Gabrielle and her brother rushed towards the fight, a vampire busted through the window. Michael pivoted, Colt in hand, and shot. The bullet hit its mark, right between the eyes. Gabrielle turned and grabbed the vampire that came after her. With a snap of his arm, as if it were a tooth-pick, she murmured a chant and the vampire turned to ash at the touch of her hand.
As the siblings continued their run, an angel blade flew towards Michael, hitting the seventeen year old in the side. He screamed in pain and fell. Gabrielle raced to get him when a voice stopped her.
"Touch him and your mother dies," she froze. Turning, she was met with the female vessel of Raphael. Wrapped in her arms was her mother, barely awake. The eleven year old reeled back. She knew Raphael was heartless but the sudden though her never being born was both a blessing and a curse. If she were born, would her family be safe? Would Lucifer have not escaped the cage? Or would he forever antagonize her uncle until he finally gave in and agreed to become his vessel? And what of her brother?
She stole a glance at her brother. He had pulled the knife from his side and was trying to heal the wound. "Michael," she called to him. "You alright?"
"Freaking peachy," he snarled, sarcasm deep in his tone. She smiled. He was alright. A tsking sound made her still again. Why was he messing with her? Lucifer came out of the shadows, dressed in his suit, grinning through her uncle's features. Michael growled deep in throat. "You scheming bastard! This was all your doing?"
"Uh, yeah." Lucifer smirked. "I mean, Mikey, you'd have done the same if I hadn't have killed your little girlfriend."
From her spot in Raphael's arms, Bella watched as her son's posture changed dramatically. His eyes were a mercury color, his features much older and his body language screamed that he was set on killing someone. The boy had Lucifer pinned to the ground in a second, pummeling his face in.
Lucifer just laughed. "Oh Mikey, come on. So I offed your girl. You did the same to me. Or, you would have." Michael slammed a right hook into his face before continuing to beat his face in. Growing bored, Lucifer throw the boy across the room, into the living room. The seventeen year old was up and throwing various furniture at him with his power. With a wave of his hand, the Devil made sure not to hit either Bella or Gabrielle.
He may be a Fallen but he still had a moral code: never hurt a pregnant woman or a child (okay, so don't kill the woman whose carrying his second vessel and said vessel's current eleven year old self.)
With a snap of his fingers, the mercury eyed boy was set in a fiery ring of holy water. Lucifer grinned. "Now that he's out of way," he began and a chair hit him in the back of the head. He stole a glance at the angry teenage boy. "Oh stop being a big baby. You're just as bad as your namesake."
"I'd say 'Go to Hell' but - you live there."
"Cocky little bastard." Lucifer turned back to Gabrielle. "So, as I was saying earlier, Gabby, just say yes. I won't have any of your family offed. Well, I make no promises for your Mommy Dearest over there once she's given birth to you. You know how my mate is set on killing her for what happened to James."
"Oh I think I'm gonna be sick," Bella commented. "Victoria is your mate?"
"Bingo."
Bella turned her head, slightly green in the face. The door opened and Dean and Adam rushed in. "Bells!" Dean called. Lucifer waved his hand and the two were thrown against a wall, held but invisible strings.
"So Gabby," Lucifer turned back to his second vessel. The eleven year old looked lost in thought. "Will you say yes?"
Gabrielle looked at her older brother. His blue eyes met her hazel ones. He shook his head. "Don't Gabrielle. Do you understand me kiddo, don't you dare. We're gonna find a way to stop all of this from happening, understand? We won't loose them."
"We already have," the younger countered. "You lost the love of your life, Michael. We lost our family, both to death and insanity. I can't loose you know, in this timeline or any other."
"Gabrielle!" he warned. "Don't you dare."
Gabrielle turned to Lucifer. "Will they be alive? Will you keep my mother alive? Will you keep her alive?" she asked. He nodded, unsure. She frowned. "Will you? If you don't, no deal. Do you understand me? You don't lay a damn on me until I have your word."
"Alright, alright!" Lucifer growled. "Your family lives, your brother's girlfriend lives and a bonus, your angel-boy gets to keep you for a few more years until I come a calling. Got it?" he asked. Gabrielle turned to her brother, then her mother, her father and uncle and back to Michael. She smirled weakly.
"We're each other's Achilles's heel. One of us gets hit, the others goes down with them. When the time comes, promise me you'll end me first. Okay?" she whispers. "Promise?"
"When we cross paths," Michael spoke, his voice dark and threatening. "I'm going to kill you."
"I can't wait." she smiled. She turned to Lucifer. "Let them go and take me to Emil."
Snapping his fingers, Raphael let got of her mother and Dean and Adam fell to the ground and Michael was freed. The four watched as the two angels and the young girl disappeared.
Opening her eyes, Gabrielle found herself looking into her angel's evergreen with gold specked eyes. "Gabrielle?" he whispered in confusion. "What's..." he was silenced by the touch of her finger against his lips. Her hazel eyes were warm and she felt like crying.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "And know that when we meet again, we'll be enemies and I won't be me. But I'll be there, watching you. Just know that I'll always love you. And remember this," she pressed her lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her close. This was their first and last kiss. Pulling away, she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I love you Emil."
"I love you too."
Then she was gone.
The flutter of wings made the redhead turn. Victoria growled deep in her throat at the eleven year old child standing in front of her with a Raphael and a brunette man. The kid smelt like Bella. She even had the same facial structure and eyes, given they were a lighter shade.
"Hush Victoria," the brunette man said. "Gabrielle will be my newest vessel."
Her hiss stopped then. Gabrielle turned to the man impersonating her uncle and snapped her fingers. His body exposed and a few moments later, Lucifer returned, blonde, blue eyed and dressed the way he had been before her uncle accepted his fate years ago and when he decided to torment him after a year of being out of the cage.
"Good trick."
"I got tired of you playing me." she commented. He held out his hand and with a dark look in her eyes, she reached out to take it. "My brother will kill you, you know."
"And you," he retorted and their skin made contact. Her body suddenly jerked and spasmed before she fell to the ground.
Adam held his wife close to him. She was quiet, deadly quiet. Across from him, Michael- both Future and current, were watching the sky with sudden interest.
"So, she just let him take her?" Sam asked.
"She agreed," Future Michael growled out. He stepped away from the window. The Cullens watched him, mainly Edward, who looked like he wanted to rip the boy apart. Turning to the vampire, he flicked him off without a care before turning to his family. "And we're gonna kill her."
"Michael," Sam began.
"Don't Uncle Sam, alright!" he turned to the green eyed man. "Because you and Uncle Dean failed to do your mission, the world literally went to hell! I mean look what happened, demons, freaking Purgatory and let's not forget the Leviathans! All of this happened in the span of two years! I was fucking one, obvious to what was going on in the world. Confused as to why there was a voice in my head by the time I was five, wondering why I yelled at my own father, telling him that he wasn't my father by the time I was nine. Then, at fourteen, I find out I'm not the hybrid everyone thought I was. I am the archangel Michael! Adam, yes biologically, is my father but so is God. My mother went insane because that fucker," he paused and pointed to Edward, "Ripped my father apart right in front of her. You, Dean and Bobby, you guys were killed off by Hell-hounds and to make it worse, Lucifer possessed your body to guilt trip my little sister in saying yes. Which she has! So don't piss me off any more than I already am, do you understand me, Winchester? I will obliterate you."
Dean and Sam shared a look before Sam raised his hands in surrender. "So we kill her."
"How?" Emmett asked.
"The Apocalypse has to start again." Michael sighed. "But first, I must erase your memories. Until the time comes," he smiled and snapped his fingers. Time stopped then and he walked over, kissing his mother's cheek as tears feel from his eyes. He hugged his father and smiled warmly. "I am honored to be your son. And if we survive this, I wanna start again. Goodbye, mom and dad."
He snapped his fingers again, taking with him the memories of this encounter, leaving behind false ones.
Aro coughed in pain from his spot on his throne before he was thrown across the room and into a wall. Joined by Caius and Marcus, the red-eyed vampire watched as the person took his seat on the throne. A child-like giggle escaped warm pink lips before a hand ran through deep brown locks.
"Who are you?" Alec asked, helping his former kings to their feet. The redhead behind the throne hissed and was stopped by the delicate hand pressed against her abdomen. A sly smile graced an angelic face and hazel eyes were alight with amusement.
"Be gentle with them, Victoria darling," the young feminine tone echoed throughout the throne room. "These are our allies."
"Hmm," the dark toned woman opposite Victoria reasoned. "For now."
A frown marred the girl's face. "Problem, little brother?"
The woman shook her head and bowed. "Of course not, my liege."
The girl nodded and arose from the throne. Aro watched as her wavy brown hair hit her shoulders and her outfit, a black lacy dress with thin straps thst hit her milky knees, showed off how in control she was. Her posture held one of power for a child of young age. She looked no older than fourteen but he knew she was younger, she smelt it, but at the same time, she felt like she was younger than the planet itself and held a Heavenly aura that had been corrupt.
Her hazel eyes danced with mischief. "To answer your question, I am the Morning Star, the Light Bearer."
"Who?" Jane sneered.
The girl giggled. "My vessel is called Gabrielle but you may call me by another name."
"Which would be?" Caius demanded. The girl snapped her fingers and he screamed in pain as something tore away at him. With a soft whistle a mangled Caius await the answer along with everyone else. Another smile graced her lips.
"Lucifer," she answered. "My name is Lucifer."
