Dark Angel
Chapter 1: Sins of the Past
From the temple of the OrangeGoddess
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Animorphs or Harry Potter characters. They belong solely to Scholastic and were written by K.A. Applegate and J. K. Rowling, respectively. To my knowledge, these events in the following work of fanfiction have not been previously used by any of writer. I do know that Rachel was refereed to as Renée (which means rebirth to the best of my knowledge) in another story, but I was unable to relocate it at the time I wrote this. When I do, I promise to give that person credit for the name change idea, but other then that there is nothing in common between the two stories. And no, I am not ripping of the TV show by the same name (which I have never even seen), nothing at all in common between the two. I'm sure the phrase existed beforehand, and so I'm using it now.
Thank you to all you wonderfully spiffy people who reviewed the prologue for my pathetic attempt at a story! The fact that you actually wanted me to finish this put me on cloud nine. Really. =)
As for a few points I need to clear up, the warrior mentioned before was Rachel (as most of you guessed), and the other guy is David. *ducks as certain people start throwing rotten vegetables * He's going to be an extremely reluctant good guy. The first D/R (more angsty than romantic stuff technically) is therefor David/Rachel. The second D/R is the remarkably sexy, leather wearing Draco as can be imagined after drooling over Starling's wonderful pics. Hence, the other D/R. No, Rachel is NOT a whore you sicko, she just draws the attention of many guys in my story, who all fall helpless at her feet. =) Never fear, D/R will never mean Dumbledore/Rachel. *shudders at the thought*
Tobias won't figure out who she is for awhile, so there will be an initial lack of T/R in the first few chapters.
*ducks as T/R fans throw sharp pointy objects*
I promise people, Rachel and Tobias will get back together ... EVENTUALLY!!! That is the sole point!
(Note: I would have had this up sooner, but ff.net kept messing up on me.)
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Thunder rolled, lightning flashed across the sky like neon purple whips lashes of color, and rain spun from the heavens in a race to reach the already sodden earth. Streams of water turned to swiftly moving brooks and joined to become a raging river under a mountain-like dull grey incline that was accented by an unsteady coastline. Two black-robed figures stood at the summit, one untouched by the raging tempest and the other simply to hate-filled to notice the drenching rainfall. A great silence hung between the two, and the hatred in the icy glares and atmosphere chilled the surrounding air.
At length the man broke the silence.
"So. I heard you were dead." There was no question in the tone.
"No. Terribly sorry to disappoint you David." The reply was quick, hate-filled, and delivered by a silvery voice colder then the ferocious rain that whipped the ebony ribbons of hair across the polished ivory face.
"You've changed your look Xena. Tire of Marco's endless blonde jokes?"
A flounce of raven locks and a narrowing of angry charcoal eyes rewarded him for the attempted pun.
"No. I have nothing to do with the difference. The Ellimist felt it would be worthwhile if I was unrecognizable for this job. Too many know me as Rachel. My name and face were spread among the general public in masses when the war ended," the dark eyes narrowed, "But all this you already know."
David stepped closer Rachel decisively.
"I love to hear you dwell in your miseries. Although," David moved until he was within inches of his sworn enemy and lowered his voice to the point that it was no more then a sinister whisper," I prefer to be the cause of your inner turmoil, warrior goddess."
Rachel turned slightly towards the tall form before her, the aged model of the boy who had caused her so much pain and sleepless nights. The mahogany eyes that met her gaze lacked none of the hatred of the figure in her nightmares, but in these pools there were other emotions swirling behind the loathing. Her delicate hand crept out of its' own accord and stroked the chilled tan cheek of her adversary.
David's eyes looked started, but he made no move to stop the hand as it was joined by its' mate and began softly memorizing his features. Her breath caught in her throat and a single tear crept down her cheek as she whispered the three words that could start her inner healing.
"David, I'm sorry."
No reply followed the confession and Rachel dropped her hands from his face and clasped them in from of her, but her gaze never left his.
"I took from you something I can never give back. I thought I was right at the time... but I wasn't. You didn't deserve what I did to you. No one does..." Rachel's voice trailed of into nothing before she swallowed and started over. "You've haunted my dreams ever since... ever since... I thought you were the evil in the Animorphs. The destructive force. But that was me just as much as it was you. But it was me."
The long confined confession broke of entirely and Rachel turned away from David and started walking away. After a few steps she faltered, swallowed hard, and continued down the hill. Her leather boots sank into the saturated ground as he earlier single tear was followed by a host of others that wet her face where the rain had been mysteriously repelled. Only David could make her cry like this. Only ever David.
"Rachel."
The word was spoken with caution, and carried thinly threw the gusts. She turned back with her mouth hardened, but spirit shaken by the look she saw on her adversary's face. The long arms reached for her and opened and she went into them.
The hug was long and full of a wordless forgiveness that wrapped like a bandage around the gaping holes in the kindred spirits. A single chaste kiss of forgiveness was exchanged breathlessly between their hungry mouths as their hands and arms tightened to iron grasps around each other. There was so much time lost to hate, so much that they could never take back...
The storm around them abated as they released each other and moved together to a stone castle framed against the horizon by repeated flashed of lightning.
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Dumbledore turned from the window and stroked the head of phoenix perched on his desk.
"As predicted they're coming."
The bird closed its' eyes regally as the vein crossed hand hit a spot directly above the gold and scarlet neck.
"Together the warrior and the rebel will become the team we need to end this war before more innocent lives are senselessly lost among our people."
The bird winked up at the aged wizard with understanding and kindred humor alive in the open eye.
"And now the others will come."
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Half way across the would, four isolated people stopped and turned to the east, all feeling the call that, like a ribbon of invisible music, wrapped its way around their minds and became a glowing obsession.
They must come. Come to reunite. Reach to become stronger. Join to fight, to bleed, and draw the blood of others. Their souls knew one more thing that must be done.
They must arrive prepared to forgive.
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In a small, dust-filled, and little used apartment two men looked at each other suddenly. The shorter one, who had streaks of early grey in his brown hair, picked up a wand extinguished the small fire in the grate. The taller, darker man with haunted eyes, waited silently for other.
After a nod of understanding, both men disappeared from the room with a small popping noise that echoed in the emptiness of the room.
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Ok, ok, so this time Rachel and David are slightly out of character. I always saw David as the cause of a lot of Rachel's inner demons in the books, more so after #48.
As a technical question, can I set this story up to be in the Animorph and Harry Potter columns at the same time? I'm new at this. *shrugs* Anybody interested in reading these for me before I post them? I could use all the help I can get to this story as good as possible. Feel free to email me (
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