A/N: I've been threatened by my 'editor' with bodily harm if I didn't post my other chapters, so here's one. Thanks for reading!

Daughter

Knives would have gladly left the girl behind in the arboretum rather than be in the company of such filth, but he did not trust to leave her alone with the delicate ecosystem. However, walking a few steps after giving the command to follow, he suddenly realized that she was not following him. Turning around he once again he cocked his gun at the spider, giving the female scowl of disapproval. "I said follow me, spider."

At the evident annoyance and anger in his words, Erica suddenly found the will to move and nodded her head vehemently. She followed by force this strange man through halls and past many doors, stopping before a door marked with the word she was familiar with.

Plants.

Are there angels here, too? she wondered with both wonder and growing curiosity.

Knives growled angrily beneath his breath at leading the spider to such a sacred place, but knew he could not kill the female without the angels interfering. Keeping one eye on the spider he opened the door and stepped in, followed quickly by the filth. However, his attention was fully caught by the glowing bulbs within the center of the plant, a strange pulsing coming from the angels which he had never felt before.

Walking into the room, Erica noticed immediately that this room was much bigger than the one she'd been in before. There were many more computers lined along both walls while in the middle sat five large bulbs, each pulsing with a stronger light than she remembered the other one having.

"More angels!" she yelled excitedly, any fears for her predicament forgotten at the majestic creatures. Not heeding the fact that the psychotic man still held the gun at her, Erica flung her backpack towards him. "Here, hold this for me please" she asked as she raced toward the bulbs.

Out of more surprise than obedience, Knives grabbed the bag before it slammed into his face. The act caused him to drop the gun in the process, though he quickly threw the pack to the ground in anger. Before he could stop her from moving, however, the spider had begun to run up the platform.

Erica ran directly toward the middle bulb, in which appeared an angel similar to the one she had seen before. However, this one had long flowing white hair and had a slightly different face. She hesitated as she got closer, fearing that she might scare the beautiful creature and looking on in wonder as the others gathered close to the glass in their own bulbs.

When Erica was only a yarz away, she stopped and stared at the glowing angel before her. The female smiled and reached her hand out to touch the glass, her body pulsing with a happy light. Erica did the same, returning the joyous feeling with a bright smile. She could feel the energy flowing between them and relaxed, entirely forgetting about the much perplexed maniac behind her.

Knives watched the interaction with shock. The angel was actually trying to speak to the female spider, showing favoritism with such a wretched being. He had never seen one interact so openly with the plant engineers, much less this spider whom just happened to walk into the room.

Knives was startled from his thoughts as he felt a wave of energy pass between the two. His perplexed face turned into one of complete shock as he realized the plant was attempting to exchange power between the spider. Such an action was not physically possible for the filth because they could not accept the power, much less exchange it with their own. Their body structures were just too different and only plants had that ability, which this girl was certainly not.

Knives growled at the she was also performing, approaching and touching the glass of his sisters without his permission. Tightening the grip on his gun he began striding up the platform, his mouth set in a firm, homicidal line. When he had almost reached the spider he was suddenly stopped by a powerful blast of psychic energy, the same as before in the arboretum but much stronger. With a painful cry he dropped to the floor, both hand clutching at his head as the aftershocks hit his mind. As soon as his vision returned to him he looked to his sisters, intent on questioning their actions, but the energy pulsing from them told him to remain silent. A soft growl escaped his lips at his older siblings' confusing messages but he held his position for the time being, more to think than to obey their plea.

While Knives was wandering through his mind attempting to find an answer to the puzzle before him, Erica and the angel were having a talk.

"Hello, little daughter."

"Little daughter?" Erica questioned in her mind, somehow knowing the angel would hear her words.

"Yes" the angel answered with a soft humming noise, apparently representing a small chuckle. "One of our kind brought you into this world, so you are daughter to all of us."

"What do you mean 'brought me into this world'? I wasn't born from an angel" Ericareplied, something akin to fear entering into her words. She didn't understand what the angel was trying to tell her and her mind was buzzing with questions which wouldn't form. She'd never even met an angel until five days ago, but she wanted to know so much more about them. With how little she knew, however, she realized perfectly well she could not have been born of one.

"Look at your reflection, little one" the angel gently commanded.

Erica hesitantly looked away from the angel and focused her eyes on the container. The creature's lights dimmed and the glass of the bulb suddenly became reflective, showing a face she barely recognized as her own.

Erica looked at her reflection in shock. Her once dull brown eyes were now a crystal blue, much like the color of the sky. Her waist length hair, once raven black, was now a golden blond, reflecting the lights within the room and shining brightly.

What in god's name had happened to her?

"Wha-what happened to me?" she yelled aloud, her hands pulling away from the glass and breaking the connection with the angel.

Knives was torn from his thoughts as the female in front of him screamed. He covered his ears as it echoed around the room, once more having the urge to shoot her and to hell with the plant's wishes. Ignoring the angel's voices in his head he had covered most of the distance separating them before even thinking, so intent on he to do her harm, before he watched the spider suddenly slump to the floor. Her sobbing only angered him further as he finally reached the foolish female.

The angel tried her best to comfort the Erica, leaning against the glass in an effort to communicate to her. Unfortunately, the girl only sat there crying, confusion and fear filling her entire being. That is, until Knives walked up to her and slammed his hand against the side of her face.

"Stop crying, wretched spider!" he yelled, wanting the noise to cease. Knives had seen a female spider cry before and had always been unable to handle the emotions the sight caused him to feel.

Erica from the impact was thrown into the bulb, her back taking the full brunt. With a screech worse than the earlier scream she tore her back away from the glass, collapsing on the floor in agony. Tears still slid down her face, but they were now tears of pain rather than fear and shock.

The angel glared down at Knives and once again attempted to call to the girl below her. This time Erica raised her head and looked into the angel's eyes, her tears ceasing almost immediately. Finding in them pity mixed with kindness, she ignored the violent man standing over her and raised her hands against the glass. Slowly she felt her body phase through the bulb and into the comforting arms of the angel, a contented sigh escaping her lips as her eyes grew heavy with weariness. Her clothes were left behind, being unable to phase along with her body, but Erica cared little as consciousness began to leave her.

The angel slid back into the depths of her bulb, her little daughter held tightly in her arms.