He smiled at her, motioning to the paper. She looked back at him after she glanced down at him, then she looked at the paper a little closer. It was heavy, heavier then a piece of paper should be when it's crumpled.
She looked back at him once more. He winked and nodded to the paper, before turning away. She slowly and carefully, with vampire preciseness, her mother would say, and unravelled the tightly wound ball of paper. Inside was a blue-black chain, an odd metal, and it glowed slightly. On the chain was a shining piece of pink quartz.
The piece of paper was actually a note. It read:
"Dear Bridget Corvin,
My apologies for not introducing myself in the night. I am Angelus Miceals, and I am a demon, a guardian from the darkest part of hell. This stone is a ward against the people of hell, the people out to harm you. My intentions are good. We will see each other soon.
Always,
"Angel" "
She read it over, then put the stone on, looking back as she did. He gave an almost relieved sigh and turned back to the lecture. She looked at him puzzled for a second, then took notes with the rest of the class.
Later that day, while she walked to the bus, he caught up with her. He smiled and glanced down at the charm, which suddenly started glowing at his arrival.She paused, amazed, and looked up at him shocked.
He smiled softly, gently, at Bridget, holding out his hand to help her up the steps of the bus, like she was a princess it a carriage. He held her gaze for a moment, before speaking.
"I shall be watching you, Bridget," he said, his voice holding a gentle tone, "if you ever need me, I'm right here."
Then he walked off. She tore away from the spot she had become rooted at and sat down. What she hadn't realized, until that second, was that, in her hand, he had placed another note.
"Dearest Bridget,
Like I had just said, I am always here. My temporary number is 828-4473. Whenever you need me, or you just want to talk, I'll be there.
Always,
Angel"
She smiled, and put her note away, pulling out her headphones, and getting off the bus.
Much later that evening, Bridget, Selena, and Micheal all drove to the citadel. Marcus had been awoken, but, to their suprise, he was not angry at them. He strongly believed nothing could overpower love, even species or the powerful Elders. Marcus was the one who married Selene and Micheal.
When the couple had their first child, Marcus wanted to see the child. Finding out Bridget's strengths and weaknesses was hard, especially since she was immune to sunlight. But they had found she had a beautiful singing voice, a fair hand at writing songs, and a knack for throwing stars and daggers.
The reason Bridget was here tonight was because, since the ban was taken off tri-interspecies relationships, she and a couple of the natural born vampire children had formed a band. She was their singer.
However, today she happened to be twenty minutes late.
"Gottagogottagogottagogottago," she rushed herself, dashing up the citadel steps at sundown.
She yanked the doors open, earning a snarl of suprise from the diplomats sitting around, smoking.
Still, she dashed up the steps, down the hall, and into the room farthest from the people downstairs. There, standing around equipment, was her band.
Kronus, their guy lead singer, had the deepest blue eyes anyone had ever seen. He had lightly tanned skin from the high school's marching band, and wavy red hair. Mike, their punk rock drummer, was the only full human in the group. He had blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin.David, their back-up acoustic guitar, was a punker as well. He had flaming gold locks, fair skin, and brown eyes.Ryan, their bass guitar player, was the only all vampire. He had blackest black hair, deep, strong brown eyes, and pale skin like Bridget's. Anthony, their lead acoustic, had lightly tan skin, brown-hazel eyes, and wavy brown hair.
"She's here!"Anthony shouted at the top of his voice,"She finally frickin' made it!"
"Shut up, Anthony," Bridget said, thwapping him over the head with her music book. He gave her a playful glare, before grabbing his guitar and strumming a wicked version of Taps.
"Alright, people," Kronus said, snapping the group to attention," Bridget has a new song, I wrote music, we all play, adding SMALL extra's here and there."
He put music on the stands in front of them, making sure he flipped the music so they could read it. It was pretty much a duet for the two singers. A song Bridget liked to call Bleeding Hearts.
Bridget sang first.
"Bloodless howls Come from broken hearts Of an ageless, loveless Insanity"
Her voice was soprano, and a beautiful one.Kronus came in next.
"Shattering glass From broken mirrors Of a heartless, timeless Reality"
The rest of the song they sang together.
"Hope comes from a Sparkling candleabra Where the flames Just seem father And farther away
Glaring eyes Follow the joyful Jealousy ruling the Mentality Angered spirits Torn from eternal rest Follow the angered with Enormacy
Hope comes from a Sparkling candleabra Where the flames Just seems farther And farther away
The bleeding hearts Of the old and broken Carry me on I'm but a token Of worthlessness"
At this break, Antony went into a powerful solo, pulling his guitar string to the limit. Then, softly, he backed off, letting the singers do their work.
"Hope comes from a Sparkling candleabra Where the flame Just seem father and farther Hope comes from a Sparkling candleabra Where the flame Just seems farther And farther Away..."
Kronus, Bridget, and the rest of the band, strummed their last notes, and bowed their heads, waiting for an applause that wouldn't come until the battle of the bands, which was in almost an entire year.
Kronus snapped up, grabbed Bridget and Anthony, and dragged them to the back room. She looked around, marvelling in the work the band had done to the room. The walls were painted a deep, almost hellish black. There was silver borderette of chinese symbols and pentagrams. The chairs were a bloodred, the tabled a deep, cherry mahogany. A navy file cabinet sat in the corner.
Kronus walked into the room, pausing to find the right drawer. Pulling one out, he threw a file onto the table. Opening it, Bridget saw outfits, uniforms, and accessories. Things that would be worn to a band competition.
She pulled out a few that would go well with the style of music they played, then compared what she had grabbed with what Anthony had grabbed. Making a decision, they showed Kronus. Kronus okayed the idea, and led them out of the room, where they picked up their instruments, and practiced some more.
Bridget, bored, done with her homework, and really, really energetic, called Angel. He answered the phone, he himself sounding bored.
"Hello?"
"Angelus?" Bridget asked, a little nervous.
"Oh, hey," he said, his voice brightening instantly,"how's it going?"
"Nothing much. Just really bored. Whatcha doing?"
"Bored as well. Hey, do you have an email address?"
"Yeah. It's Masacretwelve. why?"
"Do you spell twelve out?"
"Uh-huh." she said, still confused.
"Meet me there in ten minutes."
He hung up, quite suddenly. She glared at the phone, knowing, if the phone could, it would glare back. Suddenly ticked off, for some odd reason, she signed on. But, listening to the whine of the dial-up, she dozed off...
O.o
"Bridget."
She mumbled incoherently, hearing her name. Something was shaking her, and the shaking became suddenly rougher.
"Bridget!"
Her emerald orbs snapped open, slightly panicked. She turned and looked into the eyes of Angelus, his collected hazel eyes panicked as well.
"We need to get you out of here,"he said, yanking her up from her snoozing position at her computer screen.
"Why, what happened,"Bridget asked, the worry evident in her voice.
"There's been an incident,"he said, almost dragging her behind him,"we need to get you to the citadel."
Suddenly, the air around her became choked by smoke. Bridget coughed slightly, before hacking chokes prevented her from breathing. When she doubled over, Angelus was pulled around. He picked her up, the worry evident in his eyes and he carried the choked girl out of the burning home.
He laid her down in the silver Porsche, wrapping a wool blanket around her unconscious frame. He paused before getting into the vehicle, muttering three words before driving into the night:
"It has begun."