Sorry for the late update... I am currently busy with high school and a bit depressed, due to the betrayal of a friend :/
Anyways... Here's another chapter, please review, and I'll try to update quicker.
:O I know how to finish it! And If I do finish it, there will be a sequel :D
Her white wings fluttered as she flew up high into the night sky, and within a few seconds she was one more star in the sky.
Dimitri stuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and felt something soft in between his finger. He pulled out whatever it was and stared at it intently.
A feather.
One single, soft, white feather. Her feather. He brought up to his nose, and inhaled her smell. Even the feathers of her wings smelled like strawberries and vanilla, with a hint of something... Darker. Of course, after all, she was Azrael.
He placed the feather back into his pocket, turned on his heel, and walked away from the cliff where he'd met the beautiful angel.
Dreading to head back home, to Tasha, he took a detour. He went to the bar for Vampires. Entering Shadow Kissed, he ordered up a pint of blood. Resting his elbows on the counter, he buried his face in between his hands.
What was he doing? She was angel, goodness gracious. Their races hated each other, and he could only imagine what would happen to her if the hierarchy angels found out about their meetings.
But he just couldn't stop seeing her. It had become his addiction, an addiction that could very well end their lives. He had no clue what to do, and he had no one to talk to, but he knew for a fact he could not feel this way about her.
How did he feel about her?
For a vampire to no be able to stop thinking about someone was big. They were dead creatures that rarely felt anything, but here he was, in a bar, drowning in his own self pity, because he was falling for an angel.
Ironic, she herself could be a fallen angel, if they felt the same, and decided to act on their feelings. Though, he doubted it. She seemed very in love with someone else. He didn't know who, or why she was suffering so much, but she was broken.
And he wanted to fix her.
He took a sip from the glass of blood, and tasted a bit of alcohol in the saltiness of the blood. Feeling the feather in his pocket, he sighed, and walked out of the bar.
Back home Rose, landed swiftly on her two feet. She folded her wings back in to her back, and stared at the angel looking out the window of their glass palace.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, barely audible. He didn't look up, nor acknowledge her.
"I've been having these visions... I don't know, Azrael." He spread out his magnificent, white, wings, and using his powers he flew out the window without breaking the glass.
She stood there, frozen in shock, until Shekinah came. "Azrael, what is it?" Rose's eyes flickered to the blonde angel. She didn't answer her, but instead disappeared.
A few seconds later he stood in the middle of a sword fight between Michael and Gabriel. Both their swords would have slashed her in pieces, had she not wielded herself. The moment the archangel's swords touched her energy field they bounced back, and hit the wall.
She put her shield down, and whispered two words the archangels were afraid of. Two words that could change everything.
"He remembers."
The girl turned out be his sister, Avery, or what would be his sister if he was truly human.
Rose grew to like the girl, despite their differences. That was until Avery met with a vampire. Rose tried to warn her, but as the Angel of Destiny had said, what's meant to happen, will happen. And so it was, that Avery's destiny was to be a vampire.
And with being a vampire, came the extra senses; Avery knew what Rose was, and stayed away. It pained both of them, and Adrian, but it had to be done.
It also gave Rose a chance to comfort the man she loved. If anyone asked her why she loved him, she would go on and on about his qualities.
His smile.
His laugh.
His eyes.
His lips.
His tousled hair.
His jokes.
His sweetness.
They way he held her.
The way he talked to her.
Their walks around town.
Their late night talks in the garden.
She could go on and on, nothing would stop her.
As hard as she tried to stop her feelings, the more things he would that would enamor her. He, too, tried to hide his feelings, but in 7 months they were the talk of the town, as they began seeing each other.
For a moment she forgot what she was there for her, until she received a visit from Gabriel himself, one night as she got ready for bed. She had butterflies in her stomach from knowing Adrian felt the same about her.
They'd taken a walk through the forest, just talking. He'd asked questions about her past, that she refused to answer, fueling Adrian's curiosity.
And fueling the angels' anger.