AN: I am happy for all my reviews, and yes, there will be some drama. Following from now, in the end of each chapter, there'll be a small spoiler for the next chapter. Everyhing for the audience ^_^
BTW, I have also written a story called "Angels and Cherubs" which is L.J. Smith. Feel free to R&R to that as well ^_^
Chapter 6
Angel walked outside to have a look around, wearing his favourite black hooded jacket and a pair of black jeans which he had used an uncountable number of times. Walking wherever his feet led him, he soon came to the remindings of Wickery Bridge, where he knew Elena had died her first time, where the blood she had got from his father and uncle had turned her into a vampire.
Tilting his head a little bit to the side, he norrowed his eyes while studying the scene carefully. Every detail was etched into his memory, like a photograph his retina recieved colours of red, blue and yellow – blended into all colours of the world.
He could feel the pain she had felt, the pain when the water had filled her lungs, the desperate cry for Stefan and then the serenity and tranquility that must have been there when it all was over.
He took a small step back, he felt that this was all that he needed to know about this place. There was something on the cemetary that called to him, picked on his mind every wake minute.
Eyeing the distance, he thought he could manage a jump over the Drowning Creek, but there was something that made him take the long way around.
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Only one foot had stepped on the cemetary when he felt the changes all around him. The wind stopped blowing, even though the trees still whispered amongst themselves, far away.
A pulse came from the ground, steady as a heart-beat, filling him with energy. A calling – stronger than he ever had heard before, sounded through the air, and he begun walking towards the ruin that he instinctually knew lay there. All the time he felt the ground's pulse – getting faster and faster for every step he took, and he increased his steps to get there.
His body screeched, there was something he desperately had to do here, something to find, and he knew it was here he could find it. No place but here, all he had to do was to feel it grasp him. Loosing all grip of his mortal self with its senses he felt the demon inside of him, getting ready to finally take over.
Walking past tombstone after tombstone, he came closer to his goal, and when he finally reached it, his heart stopped beating for a mere moment. He eyed the image and then smiled, a devilish smile that viewed his sharp fangs. He knew, and now there was no turning back.
"So I have finally found it all out…"
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AN: *borrows a microphone and steals a soap-opera-presentator's voice*
In the exiting next chapter: Bonnie and Damon meet again. How will they react? Will it be a catastroph, or a warm welcoming?
What has happened to Angel, and how will it show on all people?
You'll see, in the next chapter of: Nemesis.