Disclaimer: I do not own or will ever own the Daughters of the Moon, all the characters not coming from my head are Lynne Ewing's.

Thanks to all those who are reading this. Please review. I'd greatly appreciate it since this is my first fanfiction.

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"Hey, chica, relax. It's just us." Jimena's voice said soothingly. One of the shapes near the door flicked on the light and the room was filled with white light. I blinked and saw Jimena Castillo, Catty Turner, and Serena Killingsworth standing in my room. I let out a shaky, relived breath.

"God, you're making the bed shake." Serena said. She sat on the edge of the bed. "You okay?" Her green eyes shined with concern. "We heard you screaming."

"Yeah." I rasped. My throat was dry. I swallowed. "It was just a nightmare." I untwisted the sheet from my legs and got out of bed.

"You want to talk about it?" Catty asked.

My throat closed up. I could barely stand reliving that memory, if I talked about it I would completely fall apart. I shook my head. I walked into the bathroom, flicked on the light, and poured a glass of water from the sink. I leaned against the wall and sipped the water. They hovered near the door.

"You feel up to coming with us tonight?" Jimena asked.

I thought about. I rolled my wrist and watched the water shifting in the glass. "Yeah." I knew I wouldn't want to go to sleep for a while, probably forever, and now I really I wanted to get out of this apartment. It suddenly didn't feel safe because of the memory showing up. "I won't go back to sleep and I don't feel like doing homework."

I tossed the rest of the water into the bamboo plant that was in the tiny window near the toilet. I put the glass back and began brushing my tangled hair.

"We brought you something from Vanessa's house." Catty said, handing me a plastic bag. "We saw it and it screamed Angela." She gave me a big smile that seemed to be her trademark.

"You really didn't have to." I mumbled. I pulled out a short black dress. I grimaced and they laughed.

"You said you wanted to wear a dress and shock everyone." Jimena said.

I sighed. "Fine." I shut the door and began taking off my school clothes. I slid the black dress over my head. It hovered over my knees with a neck strap going behind my neck and it was backless. The material was silky and clingy. There were glitter specks in the material so they shimmered when I moved. It was plain, but I loved it. It showed off the two black/gray wings tattooed on my back. I sighed, my real wings were black, but when they were in the light and I moved them they would switch to emerald green, dark blue, deep purple, or maroon colors. No another angel had wings like mine, and yes that made me feel special. I felt nervous about having the tattoo revealed though, but pushed my worry aside. I've lived fourteen years without them finding me. Why would they suddenly find me tonight?

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I walked with the girls to the line. I found black strappy heels with small gems on the straps over my foot and my ankle to go with my dress. I didn't wear any kind of make-up, but some glitter lotion Serena had brought. White crystal earrings hung from my earlobes and a black gem bracelet was on my left wrist. My bangs had been pulled back by a black scarf with a silver crescent moon on it with swirls in between it and two silver stars. I bit my lip nervously when I caught the stares I was getting. I shifted nervously. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I was never the brave type, at least when dealing with people.

"Relax." Serena said, linking elbows with me. Her eyes shone. "See anybody you like?"

"No, not really." I admitted. We were almost at the front of the line. "Maybe this was a bad idea."

"Too late!" They declared. They handed their purses to the guards and then pulled me past them to the ticket counter.

I handed the guy my money and they pulled me into the club.

Music slammed into me and pulsed through me. The energy was intense and made me excited despite the worry that was starting to eat a hole in my stomach. What was I so worried about anyway? Maybe that memory affected me more than I was realizing.

I pushed the memory back. I watched as guys and girls danced close together under flashing rainbow lights. There were some creepy looking people standing in corners looking zoned out and just watching people dancing.

"Come on." Catty pulled me toward Tianna and Derek and Vanessa and Michael who were dancing together.

"Oh my God, she's wearing a dress!" Derek exclaimed. He put his hand on his heart.

I made a face at him. My face started turning red at all the stares I was getting from the guys.

"Love the dress." Vanessa said, winking. "And that tattoo."

"Thanks. I'll get the dress washed and I'll give it back-"

"Keep it." Vanessa said. "I don't really care for it and the customer didn't want anymore. My mom was more than happy to let you have it."

"Thanks." I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around. Some really, really hot sexy blonde guy with ice blue eyes and some really yummy arms was behind me. He wore a tight black shirt with a white cross with wings on the back and black jeans that was ripped and torn artfully. My face was burning.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked.

"Uh, I can't dance." I blurted. "Idoit."

"She'd love to." Jimena said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed my arm and sort of flung me at the guy. Well, she pushed me toward him and my feet didn't move fast enough. Darn the heels.

He caught me before I slammed face first into the dance floor. I'm sure my face burned off into a puddle on the ground. I glared at Jimena, but she just waved and slinked away into the crowd. Evil jerk.

I looked him in the eye my face started to burn again. He smoothed his hand up my upper arms.

"Relax." He said. "I don't bite." He grinned pervertly. He put his hands on my hips.

"I really don't dance." I muttered.

"It's not that hard." He said.

"Sure, but you know how to dance." I mumbled again.

He chuckled. "Relaxing helps and moving your feet."

I looked down and then glanced back up at him. I moved my feet in a small circle and put my hands on his shoulders.

"Better." He grinned. "My name's Aidan."

"Angela." I said.

"Is that the reason for the tattoos on your back?"

I nodded. He smirked. I tried to peer into his mind, but there was a wall. I tried not to frown, but no one I've ever met has ever had a wall like this.

He put his hand on my back and laid his chin on my shoulder. His cheek pressed against mine and I could feel his lips softly kissing my neck. My heart pounded and my skin became very feverish. I've never been this close to a guy before. It made me feel very jittery and an ache was spreading through my body.

I closed my eyes and felt my fingers twining in his shirt collar. His lips moved up my neck and I felt his warm breath in my ear.

"I know your secret." He whispered.

I tensed. My heart stopped. I pulled back, but his arms kept me from running off. "What?"

He stared at me. I couldn't read the emotion there. "I know who you are, Latia, daughter of Keydea and Devlin, and angel of heaven."

My stomach dropped out from me. I couldn't breath. The music was gone and despite being on the over crowded dance floor, I was freezing. I took a step back, or tried to.

"Let me go." I hissed. I braced my hands against his chest and tried to push him away.

"Latia."

"Let me go!" I spat at me. I writhed and broke from his hold. I rammed into dancers and knock kids to the ground ignoring the angry shouts and Aidan shouting my name.

The only ones who would come after me are the fallen whose leader is Androcles. The other angels had no interest in my fate.

A group of teenagers walked into the club. Their evil aura tainted the air. I skidded to a halt.

"Latia!"

I turned back and saw Aidan making his way told me. I ran for the exit and rammed right into a guy with a pincushion face and Atrox tattooed on his shaved head.

"Hey, beautiful." His eyes glowed yellow and he grabbed my arms.

"Let me go." I said.

He smiled.

"Now!" I screamed. I sent a jolt of pure energy into his head. His face twisted with pain and he let me go to cradle his head.

I darted through the other kids and into the night. The crescent moon did little to light the area. The stars were hidden in the glare of the city lights.

I ran blindly. I paused for two seconds to take off my shoes before taking off again. I ran down a narrow alley that led right to my apartment building.

I saw a black mass fall from the roof and land right in front of me. I tried to stop, but I skidded right into their arms. They grabbed both my wrists in one hand and covered my mouth with the other and I felt wings wrapping around me in a second embrace.

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A determined shadow weaved around Tymmie, who was holding his head right outside the entrance to Planet Bang. He went along the walls of the club until he spotted who was looking for. He poured his shadow self back into his body and stepped out onto the dance floor.

Serena turned and watched as he walked casually up to her. Her moon amulet glowed white, signally for her to run or fight. Her face was a conflict of emotions: hurt, pain, betrayal, love, and eagerness.

"Stanton." She whispered. Almost as if she had summoned them, the other Daughters stood beside her.

"What do you want, vato?" Jimena asked.

"I come with a warning." He said quietly. "It's about your friend, Angela Dawn."

They felt their guts drop. "What about Angela?"

His blue eyes swept over the club. He gestured for them to follow him. They followed after him warily.

They walked out into the alley behind the club.

"First of all, her real name is Latia." Stanton began. "A few days ago a group of angels of the darkness came to us. They are called the fallen and they work for the Atrox."

"Wait, angels working for the Atrox?" Catty asked.

Stanton nodded. "I didn't even know. I thought it was only a rumor or I assumed they wouldn't still look like angels. But, they came with the news that they had found Latia, the daughter of the two angels Keydea and Devlin who destroyed their leader." He paused and checked the area. "Her parents were killed fourteen years ago." He said without feeling. The Daughters looked at one another.

""They also presented a prophecy that said that Latia could revive their lost leader, Androcles."

"How?" Tianna asked. She wasn't too sure if she believed him or not. The others had told her about Stanton, now the Prince of the Night, and how he went back to the Atrox after they freed him.

"I don't know." He said. "It'll be bad news if the leader of the fallen was to be revived." He smiled crookedly. "He has more power than me and so do the others."

"We knew Angela, er, Latia was hiding something." Vanessa said.

"But we didn't think she was a frickin' angel." Catty said. "Wait, angels exist?!"

Stanton nodded.

"What kind of screwed up world do we live in?" Catty said. "I mean, we're Goddesses and she's an angel. We shouldn't both exist."

Tianna playfully punched her. "Quit acting so goofy. We need to be serious. If what he's saying is true, then we could be in a heap of trouble in a few days."

Jimena's eyes narrowed as she glared at Stanton. "How do know what you're saying is true?"

"Ask her." Stanton said. "And watch her reaction or you can just stand around and watch what happens." He glanced around. "I have to go." He stared at Serena, but she wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Let's go then." She said coldly. She turned around and walked back into the club.

Stanton looked sadly at her retreating figure before melting away into the shadows.

"Should we believe him?" Vanessa asked.

"Well, we know Angela is hiding something." Catty said. She opened the back door and they walked in. "We'll ask her tomorrow."

Jimena laughed. "That'll be something. Walk up to Angela and ask her, 'Are you an angel?'"

Serena pushed through the crowd and walked up to them. Her face was distressed. "I can't find Angela or that guy she was with."

"Doubt she's the slutty type." Tianna said.

"I got a piece of a thought from Tymmie." Serena continued. "She ran out of here like all the demons of hell were snapping at her heels."

"Considering she's an angel, that does make since." Catty said. They gave the brunette Goddess a look. "What?"

"Should we head over to her house and check on her?"

"If she did take that guy home then she won't appreciate us intruding." Tianna said.

The others stared at her.

"What?" She rolled her eyes. "I was kidding, but if she is an angel, I think she can take care of herself."

"But there are other angels coming after her." Serena said. "And possibly the Atrox as well. How do we know that she has the power or knows how to use her powers to defeat them?"

Jimena bit her lip. "I'm assuming that I'll get a premonition of her capture, if it'll affect us like Stanton says. She'll be fine. We should go to Maggie any way and ask her what she thinks we should do."

The others agreed. "First thing tomorrow."

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An angel with white-blonde hair and black wings walked down a hall and entered the meeting place of the Cincti, the Inner Circle of the Atrox.

"Donahue." One of the hooded men said.

"We have found her." He said this without a doubt. "The daughter of darkness and light." His mouth twisted into a sneer. "Filthy mutt."

"And according to your prophecy Androcles can be freed by her?" The hooded man asked.

He nodded. "Seems when he was destroyed his spirit latched onto the living soul that lived inside Keydea."

"Her daughter."

Donahue nodded.

A dark mass of evil was hovering behind its "loyal" Followers. "Good." It said. "This girl will be interesting. Parents of mixed power."

"There is actually a prophecy in our world that a child of darkness and light will decide the fate of all angels." Donahue said. "If she falls, then all angels will fall."

"Good." The mass of evil hissed.

"We already have a plan that has been set into motion." Donahue said. "I apologize for not telling you first, but we had to make sure and to do that, we had to set the plan in motion."

"I see no problem with that." It said. "Do what needs to be done to make her one of my Followers."

Donahue bent his body in half in a bow and left the room.