Chapter 26: Secret
A/N- I don't think there has been much Charles and Allegra scenes in this story so I made a little one. And Kingsley takes over the chapter when they are in the office. Just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't get confused.
Charles Force was dead tired. He had been going over the records over and over again and nothing. He had no clue as to why the Silver Bloods were attacking human females but it made his nervous. It made his blood go cold just thinking about their intentions.
Charles left the Force Headquarters with his wife by his side. His soul mate and bond mate. Gabrielle was as beautiful as ever under the night sky. He remembered how happy he was the day when she said yes to his proposal. It felt like a dream but having her next to him, Charles knew it was real. And he would never let her leave him again. Not like their last life.
Charles shuddered to think that a mere human had taken his beloved away from him for more than seventeen years, taking his very existence almost killed him. But when Allegra went into the White Darkness to rescue him, they knew they were meant for each other. And they would never be split again.
"Don't fret love, we will find out what this injustice is." Allegra said seeing his pained face.
Charles smiled at her and patted her hand.
I know we will.
He said more to convince himself than to her. He had to solve this mystery because if he didn't he would resign as Regis. Being the Blue Bloods leader meant protecting them, but if he couldn't even help a few mortals then how would he save his own race from annihilation.
Suddenly he felt Allegra's lips hit his. He was so shocked at her boldness he blushed.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"I was hoping it would take your mind off those girls." She said.
"Oh." Charles wanted to smack himself, couldn't he come up with a better line than that.
"Did it work?" His lovely wife asked. Smiling mischievously at him.
"Yes."
"Then should we continue?"
She didn't have to wait for his response because in a matter of seconds she was sitting on his lap and kissing him passionately, as if their lives depended on it.
Charles entered the house by himself. He had dropped Allegra off to some meeting of hers and had gone straight home.
So when he saw Kingsley Martin having a conversation with his daughter Charles thought his heart would stop. What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be captured? What in the world was going on.
"Charles." Kingsley said sitting up from the plush couch.
"Kingsley." Charles managed to say, still a little bewildered.
"What are you doing here?" Charles asked.
"To talk to you, of course." Kingsley replied.
"No no, that's not what I mean." Charles sighed and rubbed his temples. "I mean, what are you doing here in New York. I thought they had taken you." Charles did not want to say Silver Bloods with Schuyler in the room.
Kingsley understood his hesitance and said. "Why don't we go to your study, Charles."
"Follow me."
"Now if you will excuse me Schuyler, I have to go and talk to your dad." He kissed Schuyler's cheek and went after his leader.
"Now tell me what happened." Charles demanded after the two men had seated in Charles's office.
Kingsley sighed and sipped his earl tea that the maid had laid down for them seconds after they had entered.
"I was captured in Africa, but only because if I hadn't stopped they would have taken Mimi away from me and I would never allow that. Afterwards I was taken to some underground place and drugged so I was unconscious for hours maybe days. When I woke up I was in a palace and later they threw me in the dungeon. I escaped and ended up somewhere near the Hudson river and came here."
Kingsley lifted his eyes and stared at Charles.
"They want Abbadon and Azrael Charles, I don't know why but we must protect them. That's why I came here today. To warn you. How did you know I was taken by Silver Blood in the first place?" Kingsley asked, trying to calm his heart. Because if Charles found out the way Kingsley thinks he did, then they were all doomed.
When Charles sighed Kingsley felt his world shatter to pieces.
"No." He managed to pronounce.
Charles looked away with a pained face. "She was here a few months ago taking Jack with her to look for you. We have not heard from them since then. I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything. Its not your fault you haven't been able to find them. Right?"
"I haven't been looking for them." Charles finally said after what felt like an eternity.
"You haven't…." Kingsley was so furious he slammed his fists on the table, shattering the teacup. Dripping its contents on the rich carpet. "What do you mean you haven't been looking for them." He screeched.
He would have ripped out Charles's throat right then and there if he didn't know he would be haunted down by Blue Bloods and be brought to trial. But more importantly he knew that Mimi would never forgive him if he killed her "father."
"I have been busy." Charles said calmly, as if Kingsley's outbreak was nothing but a child's cry for attention.
"With what may I ask?" Kingsley said through gritted teeth.
Charles rubbed his temples not knowing if whatever he was hiding was ok for a Silver Blood to know or not. Even if it was Kingsley Martin.
"Human females have been dying." Charles shuddered.
"And? Its normal, they are mortal." Kingsley said matter-of-factly.
Charles continued to rub his temples in a way a parent did when they were having a frustrating conversation with a child. And Kingsley was no child.
"I know that. I mean they have been murdered."
"Doesn't that happen all the time?" Kingsley asked, knowing he sounded like an idiot asking such an obvious question.
Charles got up and paced around his room. Finally standing in front of a portrait of his family and himself. The family seemed to be in a resort with smiles planted on their face. Even Charles was smiling. Unlike in that very moment.
Charles reached up and touched Schuyler's young face.
"If I tell you this, promise me that you will not tell a single soul, not even to Mimi amd Jack when we find them."
Kingsley suddenly got nervous. What was Charles hiding that was more important than saving his own kids?
"You have my oath."
Charles sighed and turned around, looking at Kingsley right in the eyes.
"Silver Blood have been kidnapping and murdering human females."
Dizziness overtook Kingsley's vision. He knew that he heard Charles correctly, but he didn't want to believe it.
"Don't tell me it's the same thing as what was happening last time. Where…Where they were impregnating them and having Niphilim offspring's."
"I don't know."
"Was there any sign that they were trying to redo it?" Kingsley asked.
"Except for the raping, no. They were all dead, drained from their blood. It was like looking at a mummies corpse."
"Oh…Jesus Christ."
Charles laughed a bitted laugh. "I hardly think his son will help us with this."
"What have you don't so far to stop this?"
Charles went and sat down in his chair and covered his face with his hands.
"We went to Barcelona as a family but all that got us was Schuyler almost drowning. Allegra and I found nothing. Just a bunch of coffins buried six feet under."
"I'm sorry Charles. I cant imagine what your going through." Kingsley said sincerely.
"There is one more thing." Charles whispered, as if there were voices listening through the walls. And for all Kingsley knew, there might have been.
"On the victims necks…on the neck there was a sword piercing a star."
Kingsley's breath got caught in his throat. His eyes widened.
"Lucifer's mark."
Kingsley's world spiraled in complete and udder darkness.
"Do you by any chance know what this means?" Charles asked, hopeful.
"I feel like I know It but I cant remember. Even as the King's son I was never really trusted with too much information. If I remember anything I will tell you."
"I know you will." It was evident Charles was disappointed that Kingsley didn't know anything.
"Now I want to ask you something, not a leader asking his warrior but between old friends. Will you stay and help me solve this?"
"I don't know, Charles." Kingsley muttered.
"I know it's too much to ask, especially since this means that you will have to stop looking more Azrael for the time being, but we need your help. And I trust that my son will do everything in his power to protect his sister, not that Mimi cant defend herself by any means."
Kingsley laughed at the truth of that statement. He knew that Mimi needed no man to protect her, she was one of the most powerful fallen angels. Even more powerful than him.
"Just think about it." Charles said.
"I will not take this choice lightly." Kingsley replied.
"For the meantime, why don't you stay at our house. Until you make your choice."
"That's ok, I already a hotel room ready."
"I insist you stay here." Charles said. "I want to make sure the demons are not following you and I want you to stay near me where I can make sure nothing happens. The last thing I need is Mimi and Jack coming back and you being kidnapped again."
"If you insist." Kingsley chuckled. "But what about Schuyler, aren't you worried something might happen to her if Silver Bloods really come looking for me in this house."
"Believe me when I tell you that girl is stronger than she looks. I know she can defend herself, even if she doesn't know who she is yet." Charles smiled, proud to be the father of that girl.
"And what is she?"
"An archangel of course, just like her mother and father."
Acacia was afraid of what the master was going to say when he found out that his captive has disappeared. She had to applaud at Martin's clever mind though, she doubted anyone but him could have come up with that plan. Maybe not even herself.
Acacia approached the black winged door, encrusted with diamonds, rubies and every type of jewelry there was out there. She knocked. Her heart thumping away in her chest, oblivious that it could soon stop beating depending on her masters mood. What an idiot she had been, letting Martin out of her sight. It had been her responsibility to look after the man and she had lost him.
Her sister would probably laugh at the stupidity.
And she might be paying for that mistake soon enough. The doors creaked open signaling for Acacia to step inside her undecided fate. The master was sitting on his golden Egyptian chair staring directly at her. Acacia felt her nerves shrivel up.
"What is it that you need, my dear." The master said sickly sweet. So sweet in fact that Acacia knew her a days in this world were numbered. Minutes maybe.
"You majesty." She bowed. She swallowed and continued. "I am deeply sorry to inform you that one of our inmates has escaped."
She waited for her body to start burning but It never happed. Instead she heard malicious laughter.
"This is already old news. If you have no more reports than you can leave at once."
Acacia looked up, perplexed.
"But how?" She caught herself and quickly added. "If his highness doesn't find me prudent enough to ask."
"I let his escape." He ginned. Fangs out.
"But why?" She asked, hoping she wasn't crossing thin ice.
His grin widened, his eyes full of madness.
"To make this more fun of course."