Author's Note: All right, for those of you that read the requirements for having your own character in this story, probably noticed that www.fanfiction.net erased my * sniff * beautiful list that I made with the requirements. So, I will apologize for their mistake! I'm sorry that this site does not allow my list to look like a list!
Also, a quick thank you to my first reviewer OctoberFaded, I appreciate your kind words!
And to Meagan-Bird: Thank you for resisting the temptation to squeal out Micah's name! Though if you feel the greatest need to do so later on, especially when the battling begins, then by all means RELEASE THE STRESS! I will use your character; however, I need an age, because that will place you within a certain category. That will be explained within the story during future chapters.
Again Thank You all for the support. And for those who did not review, please do. Or else I'll send out Admatha with her Silksters to take care of you! Hn…don't think I won't.
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"To corve mie herta tu canz tomi a grota te morte."
Those words sounded too familiar to Ember Cobalt, as the wind spoke them quickly into her ear. The long flowing dark hair fell into her face, but she had not the energy to push it back. Something was wrong and she knew that by the dark clouds, that whatever was wrong would eventually show itself within a few days. Intuition was not always a pleasant gift; she learned that quickly as a child growing up, there were some things that she should have never seen. She kicked a small pebble and watched bounce off of the concrete sidewalk onto the driveway of Cody Storm, who fortunately was nowhere in sight. She lowered her deep hazel eyes and continued the long walk home, where there sat a table set for one. Her father tried to make it on time for dinner, but the hours his office gave him left him no options. She could not blame him for choosing work over a few hours with her, after all, soon she would be leaving for college, eating in a cafeteria or with friends, whichever she choose. And sooner or later, her father would have to get used to the idea that his little girl was no longer little and no longer willing to hang on to him. Sadly, there would soon be a time when standing on daddy's feet in order to dance would vanish from both views. She did not worry about that though, the ominous clouds above her basically told her to watch for something completely strange and unusually; she looked up and noticed Cody standing in front of her, his blonde hair and bright green eyes looking deeply into her soul. And she turned her heel and ran. Ran for fear that the puddle of blood beneath his feet would not touch her as it seeped from his shoes, onto the concrete, and intentionally sought after her.
Her feet pounded rhythmically on the sidewalk, fear drowned out her five senses and all she wanted at that moment was to reach home and lock herself in her room. Something definitely was not right. She had seen blood. Dark and rich, something that a vampire might consider being very good, like an aged red wine from the finest reaches of France. Either that or something that a cosmetic company would want for a lipstick color. Her white colored door was in sight; however, her legs no longer felt the need to run. The dark clouds grew in color, shadowing everything within its path. Ember pushed her hair back and attempted to sprint towards her refuge, wanting so badly to be inside its white, pristine walls and comforting atmosphere. Her eyes scanned the vicinity of the neighborhood, watching as shadows darted in and out of trees and hedges, laughing sadistically at her. God, she thought. Oh God, please let me reach home! Please! Not now! Not Cody! Please don't let Cody be the next one! Dear God, don't tell me that he is the next one! Don't take him away from me! Tears began to form, wanting to streak her face and show the world that another victim would soon be claimed by Death, whether or not she or the world liked it. Please God, not Cody! Don't tell me! Don't make me stay up another night watching these people die! Please, make it go away! Make it all go away! Her hand reached the doorknob and she wrenched it open, feeling a burst of clean, crisp air hit her face, freezing the tear. The door closed quickly and she raced up the stairs, ready and willing to throw herself down on the bed and sob once again at another one lost. Damn you, Cody, she though bitterly. Damn you! Once reaching the top of the stairs, she turned left and headed into her room, her legs remembering the distance it took for her leap onto her bed, her tears remembering which pillows they needed to stain, and her words remembering what needed to be said. Outside, the clouds turned the sky to black and thunder roared across the sky, creating vibrations that ran up through the house. "Damn you!" she screamed. "Damn you to eternity!" Her sobs crescendo, meeting the volume of the thunder which soon produced lightening to accompany it. "Damn you to hell, Cody! Damn you for leaving me now! Right when I need you the most! Right when I needed her the most!" she sobbed. It sounded like her heart was breaking, there inside her room, alone where no one, not even her workaholic father, could comfort her. And outside the sky grew darker and darker, until everything fell into the chaos known as premonition and depression united as one hard drink; it was hard to swallow.
Ember woke up, sweating pouring down off of her face and the taste of bile that leaped up unchallengingly to the back of her throat. Like a bullet, she shot up out of bed and raced towards the bathroom, where she vomited her tomato soup dinner that unmistakingly looked like the blood that had seeped out of Cody. She told herself that all it was just a horrible dream, but the red liquid in the toilet was too dark to be anything but blood. Leaning over, she threw up once more, before sliding down to the tile floor.
Jael finished up the kill, licking her fingers that still held a bit of the delicacy within the skin. She smartly saved a bit of the blood in an old ceremonial cup so that He Who Walks Behind the Rows might "bless" her with another delicious kill. The boy had been too easy; a fat little lamb that stupidly led himself to the slaughter, just by defying his true heritage. Now and days, the weak had to be killed off quickly, because they had an annoying habit of getting in the way when things began to cook. She ran her tongue over her fangs once more, wanting to take in more, feeling the desire to feast upon more sweet "ambrosia". Now give Me what I want. She nodded and took the cup from the desk, walking it carefully to the door. It opened easily and she placed the cup on the ground. Good girl, Jael. Your obedience has been noticed and soon I shall reward you with more. She smirked before reentering what she now considered a "hole-in-the-wall" room; papers covered the desk and old leather bound books were piled up on the floor near the corner. Being a demon girl, curiosity got the best of her as she began to read the journals that were kept by Isaac. His penmanship was difficult to translate and most of the words were written in the language that Admatha spoke. To corve mie herta tu ona tomi a grota te morte. Sep sisi tu kerta wenderi solfa tuya a morte et a grota sema temi a olord. Some words made sense and were easy to translate, but the sentences themselves offered little aid. Don't worry about that child. There is nothing that important in there. He wrote down what was needed elsewhere. These entries are nothing to Me and they should mean nothing to you. Just watch the candles, child. Just watch them in the night. Jael smiled, pushing the back some papers, before deciding upon another paper. The words were easier to understand, being that they were in English. Mostly written by the hand of Isaac, these papers dictated the official requirements for ceremonial sacrifices, marriages, birthrights and christenings, death, holy days, etc…
Don't worry about that, Jael. Don't worry at all about those things. Leave them be. Leave them be forgotten.
"I have a real name you know. Call me by that! Call me by what it truly mine and mine alone. Call me what my mother called me! Do not insult me by using her influence. I have a name. Use that." She sprung out of the seat and growled loudly, her eyes becoming dog-like and her mannerisms more sleek and unnerving. "Don't you dare mock me. I am like You and You are like me. In a way, we both are one. And in that manner, I deserve and demand that You give me the respect that I deserve. No more, Jael. I am not Jael. I am Idbash, a demon of reasonable strength. You give me what I want, and I'll make sure that You get what You want. But don't insult me by using that name. Ever." Her eyes flashed as she sought Him out in the dark room. "Where are You? I know You are here, somewhere, hiding like always. Some deity You are." She scanned the room, searching for Him to be there with her; His powers still exceeded her own, but she still caught on to the fact that He still used simple tricks in order to fool His enemies and servants. You are too slow. I'm over by the corner, He whispered inside her consciousness. Quickly she turned, claws extended and ready to strike the figure behind her, who had the chutzpah to insult her by using the name she hated most. He knew that. However, some learn better through lessons. She reached out, ready to hear the ripping of clothes and exposed flesh. Her teeth glistened in the newly freed moonlight, allowing her eyes to see with clarity where and what she wanted to aim for. Now I've got y—she stopped. And quickly realized that her air had been cut off and the smell of warm fresh blood permeated her nose. Her blood permeated her nose. What did I tell you, you are too slow. Just too slow for my powers. She kicked at the air as she felt her body being lifted off of the ground. Besides, you really belong to me instead of Admatha. "You wish!" she hissed at the dark figure. "I belong to no one, including You." She felt the clawed hand at her throat squeeze tightly. "I-still-belong-to-no---one." Her breaths went in and out in gasps—"Kill-me. Go-on. Admatha-would-love-to-see-that."
What can she do?
Idbash smiled and felt the grip loosen up. "Much more that what You think. Much, much more than what can be desired. In some way, she has more power than You. Kill me and deal with her." She dropped to the floor. "And Your weaknesses are already known to her." She had Him, however, that only made Him become angrier with her.
She would not dare kill Me. After all, I offered to her a gift that few have ever dared to own.
"You only own what you cannot use." She smirked and felt no pain after a while; apparently her demon side was finally taking full control, making somewhat immune to His games. She smirked and let the deity release her onto the ground. "There is no more trust in the world…how sad, especially when one, such as Yourself, needs to have the protection that she can offer." Idbash turned around and felt her blood trickle down her neck; apparently, He had taken the liberty to slice her forehead, hoping that perhaps she might remember her manners next time. "Like I said, 'I do not belong to You'." Walking over to the candles, she still felt Him near, trying to control His famous temper -–"Stupid girl"—while attempting to hide the information held within the books and journals. With a quick strike, He was able to push most of the papers into such a disorganized frenzy that Idbash found herself wondering what was really hidden within all of the text. Her eyes scanned across the floor, watching as papers vanished and books became destroyed in mid air. "What are you hiding?" she asked, laughing a little too openly. "What is it that You do not want her to see?" The papers moved carelessly towards the door, which opened automatically. It is none of your concern. "And yet, it is. After all, You have betrayed even the most loyal of Your subjects to whatever Your whim desired. This she knows and holds dear. After all, some alliances should not be made, if you get my drift."
I can stand and do this again
I can say it but where to being
I know that I'm caving in
Because I'm heavy, I'm heavy
So the wonder of you is gone
I'm tired and bloodied and good to be gone
I know that you did me wrong
'Cause I'm ready, I'm ready
As for the part
About having something more
Let's not pretend
That it's like it was before
And I wish that I could say
That it's not because of you
But it's because of you
(Letters to Cleo…Because of You)
Ember felt the cold tile beneath her legs and attempted to rise up and walk out. However, her body felt so heavy that she could not, and her premonition was not helping at all. In her opinion, Cody was already dead and when dawn arrived she would begin to pick out a funeral garb and wait for that dreaded call. Pushing back her hair, she slid down further, moaned and waited for her father to arrive home; that is if he was planning on it. If he did come home, she would have to move and go back into bed. And if he did not come, she would feel even more horrible than she was feeling right now. Her premonition lingered in her head, which was worse than the bile in the back of her throat. It reminded her so much of when her mother died; she tried to stop it, however, it was a useless attempt. Death claimed her as soon as it appeared to Ember in the midnight dream and mocked her weakness. It knew that she had no way of stopping the clock. It even spoke to her. To a wenderigo et anfint? A morte to sela a cuno ort a menternium. YITE! Se, teka dita sulmo teter!