When Angels Meet Devils
Plot Summary: What happens when Lock, the devil costume wearing boy from Halloween Town, meets Elle, an out of place angel girl from Valentine City with a not so lovely life? They're two different people, from different worlds. But then, why does Elle feel so drawn to Halloween Town? Why does it seem so familiar to her?
Rescues and Ritual Research
Recap: It has just been found out that Elle, our angelic heroine, is actually a stolen witch baby from Halloween Town, is pregnant with Lock's children, and is the sister to Shock. Pretty odd, right? Well, she's just been taken by an unknown person to Valentine City to complete some ritual? Who knows what will happen now.
Lock's P.O.V
Lock felt as if his heart had stopped beating as he stared at Sally. The words Valentine City and ritual beat in his head. He had a pretty good idea who had taken his darling, but why? What ritual could be possibly mean? Looking to Jack and Sally, Lock frowned. "Any ideas on what ritual he means?" Solemnly, they nodded.
Sally slipped out of Jack's arms and went over to the pile on the table. She picked up a worn old book and opened it to a bookmarked page. "We found this in the archives, hidden away with the file on Eleanor's kidnapping. It talks about a ritual to overthrow a powerful being. All it requires is the blood of a demon, the blood of an angel, and the blood of a converted being. The ritual will only work if it is the anniversary of the conversion. "Sally looked grim as she glanced at Lock.
Lock stood up, outraged and terrified for Elle. "So he has the blood of an angel and the blood of a converted being. What about the demon blood? And when's the anniversary of Elle's conversion?" Pacing back and forth, he grew frustrated as the older couple looked through the book.
After ten minutes of searching, Jack put a hand on Lock's shoulder. "We're not sure about the demon blood. But we do know that the anniversary of Elle's conversion is two months after her birthday since that was the day that she was changed. That would make it this month, more precisely, in three days."
Lock felt his blood go cold as he whipped around to stare at the older couple. He had three days to figure out how to rescue Elle? He was in so much trouble. Elle was doomed. Sitting on the couch, he put his head in his hands and began crying quietly.
The older couple left him alone to mourn. He'd finally been happy with the woman of his dreams and was on his way to starting a family, and now it was all gone. He wasn't sure if he could live without Elle.
He was knocked out of his depressed state when the door flew open. Looking up he saw a group of people step inside. In front were Sally and Jack, wearing grim expressions. Behind them, Finklestein and his assistant. And behind them, Shock, Barrel, Zero, and the vampires. Shock stepped forward, wearing an expression he hadn't seen in many years. In everyone's hands were weapons that had long been locked away, now shiny and sharp.
Suddenly, he understood what was going on. Standing slowly, Shock stepped closer and handed him a familiar blade. Standing tall, he looked at the rag tag (no pun towards Sally) team and smiled.
"To Valentine City, everyone. We have a ritual to stop." Face filled with determination and fury, Lock walked out the door with everyone following behind him. They headed straight for the Forest of Doors and stopped in front of a door that was in the shape of a large red heart and a golden doorknob. Reaching forward, he yanked the door open and fell into the darkness.
Elle's P.O.V
There was nothing but pain as Elle came to consciousness. Slowly, she opened her eyes and found herself lying on a plush white carpet. Her wrists were bound and so were her ankles. She tried to move her wings, but couldn't feel them. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that her wings…. Her beautiful, white feathery wings…. Were gone.
"I see the little witchling has awaken." That voice… No! It can't be! Whipping her head around, Elle found herself staring up at Trevor. His black hair hung around his handsome face, his glass green eyes shiny in the candlelight. His wings, once pure and white, were now as black as his hair.
"What do you want, Trevor?" The boy laughed and knelt down in front of her, gently patting her cheek, which made her wince. "Why I'm going to take over the world, darling Elle. I mean, Eleanor." Her eyes went wide as she trembled. "H-How do you know my real name?" He laughed again and stood up, yanking Elle up by her long golden curls, making her scream.
"Why, I was the one who stole you, Eleanor. I was the one who turned you from witch to angel to back again." Before she could ask why, he put a finger to her lips. "I did this because I needed the blood of a changed being. You were perfect, so pretty and small. You'll make a wonderful queen." She spat at him and growled.
"I will never be your queen!" At this, Trevor frowned at his eyes grew cold as he slapped her, sending her flying into a wall. "You don't get a choice. You will be mine whether you like it or not!" Picking her up again, he forced his lips to hers in a harsh kiss. She cried out as a strange liquid entered her mouth. Struggling against him, she managed to break free and gasped. Her head felt strange and she felt dizzy. "W-What did you give me?"
"Just a little something to make my queen more obedient. Sleep well, Eleanor." His smiling face was the last she saw before she passed out onto the carpet.
Hehe, cliffhanger. Please RXR! No flames! I own no one except Elle, Trevor, and the baby(s).