Queen of the Damned
Chapter 9: The Locked Gates of Heaven
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It would not be long now. She could feel it. The energy crackled in the air, and the smell of anxiety was not new to her.
Nerys tied her hair back in a ribbon, and changed from a dress into a tunic and leggings. The blood beneath her skin was scalding her bones and gave her a thin sheet of sweat across her face. There was nothing like the anticipation before the fight. War had a strange effect on people. It was not an overly enjoyed thing, nor did anyone truly look forward to it. But no one could deny the thrill of blood spill, the struggle between life and death.
And for those with the devil inside them, like Nerys, blood spill was extremely exciting.
After she was done changing, Nerys took her sword from its sheath, enjoying the metallic noise it made doing so. It was long and slender, with intricate carvings swirling along it. The gold of the hilt curved around her hand perfectly. She saw the reflection of her room behind her, and was disappointed, yet not surprised, when she could not see herself.
Being a vampire had its advantages, but it lacked all things she had ever found comfort from in life. Warmth, for instance. Forever she was a freezing cold, an unending torment received for selling your soul to the devil. In truth, though, her soul had been stolen from her, and she had no choice in the matter. Surely God did not punish those who had crimes committed against them? The raped for not remaining pure until marriage? The murdered for accepting death? Those who cried out in anger at a lost? Surely not! So why was Nerys to be an exception?
Nerys sheathed her sword and tied a belt around her, from which the sword hung.
In her mind, Nerys knew that Dracula's plan would not work, as she knew that it was not meant to end that way. No one had told her, whispered secrets in her ear when she slept. She just knew it. Just like in her dream.
(FLASHBACK)
She stood before a glowing character of white. It seemed male to her. He had long, straight blonde hair, and it had the picture of woven silk as it moved. He wore robes of cream that reached the floor and danced when moved. Behind him rose great, magnificent wings of the purest white, so pure that the sight almost blinded her. Such was his incredibility that she lowered her head panting for breath, and she clutched her heart, as it ached to always stay here.
She had been here before, this placed filled with gold and white and silver. This clean, pure place, but it was not stuffy with its cleanliness, rather, she never felt happier than when she was here.
"Danelle," the figure said, and she once again lifted her eyes upon him.
"Who is she? This Danelle you keep telling me about?" Nerys said asked with nothing but curiosity and the want of understanding.
"It has been long Danelle, know doubt you would not be able to remember. You have done well, and we are pleased, but now it is time for you to come home," he said. And at once Nerys knew who this person was. Not his name, nor could she recall any Danelle, but she knew this man – no, he was far too beyond anything human – was somebody she knew and loved and understood, and he, her. And she had embraced him, calling him brother.
"I do not know!" Nerys cried out, for she needed to understand all that he was trying to tell her.
"You will when the time comes," He had said. She had woken up then with the name "Michael" upon her lips.
(End Flashback)
And now she was ready. There was no doubt in her mind that she had spoken to an angel of God, if only in her dreams. She despaired, for she knew such a demon as herself would not be allowed entrance into the realm of heaven. Oh, how she wished it were not so!
It was then she hated the Lord Dracula most, but she knew she could never truly hate him, such as it were. She turned to her window as she heard the clock tower strike the hour, and the snow fell heavier than before.
It was time.
A/N: I expect you all to hate me for leaving this for such a long time, but I don't know what to say. Author's block? Not entirely. I guess I just lost my muse and inspiration. But I'll try to right the next chapter. I'm pretty sure the next will be the last. With all my love, please review!