The Last Goddess

Disclaimer: Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. All copyrights belong to Ms. Harris and Mr. Ball.

Wings

KRISTINA'S POV:

(Waking up in the Mortal Realm)

It doesn't so much hurt; it is more like a pressure on my spirit. Maybe it is because my spirit is so much older than the other Gods when they chose vessels. I am the Original Pure One, yet the last to become a true God and take on my true form.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW shit…..here comes the real pain. I can feel my wings coming in; luckily I was smart enough to roll over first. I can feel the skin on my back stretching, breaking. Something wet and cold is on my back now, and I hear someone screaming.

The pain has finally subsided. I realize now that the screams were coming from me and from my boys. Mother must have placed a spell on my chamber to keep everyone out. That was best, but I bet she didn't warn them that I would be in pain upon my spirit and body rejoining or from my wings coming in. I can still hear them banging on the door but everyone's screaming has quieted to just them yelling.

I find the strength to stand up, being careful since my wings are still extended. I will have to wash them off, I guess it a good thing I have a humongous shower. I tell the boys to hold their horses while I take a shower and that I am fine. Vlad tells me that they will wait in the dining room for me with food and blood. Great! I am starving and about to die of thirst.

I don't think I have ever been this hungry. I am ravenous, so much so that I summon 2 bottles of Perfect to me while on my way to the shower.

I can't drink that synthetic crap. The closest to synthetic I can drink is Royalty Blended, but I have to drink a shitload before I am satisfied.

Humans don't know about Royalty Blended, Royalty, or Perfect; mainly because they are made with real blood. I should know; I designed them about 10 years ago.

Yes, I was only 11, but I have an ancient mind and it was time for vampires to "come out of the coffin". Gran-Pa was more than willing to give me access to his pharmaceutical company.

I have also designed two different pills for Faeries. One allows Faeries who can't mask their scent to be around vampires without being drained. They will smell great, but the Vampire, no matter what his age, will be able to control himself. The Faery takes one pill every 50 years.

The second one is a pill is taken daily to build up an immunity to iron. It takes seven days for your body to get it in its bloodstream, but after that, one pill last 24 hours. Now, if you get stabbed with iron and it gets in your bloodstream, it is still deadly. I have made a fortune between those items and am still raking in the money.

Very carefully, I make my way into my lovely shower. I have been in many bloodsheds and battles, but I don't think I have ever been this dirty. Plus, I have never had my own blood on me after a battle.

That's right; I have never been wounded in battle. My cousin Claude hates that, but he is just a big pansy, in more ways than one. *WINK*

Anyway, I think I have been standing here for like 10 minutes. I was afraid that the water hitting my new wings would hurt, but it actually feels amazing, almost as good as someone touching my fangs.

Actually, I think it may feel better. I will have to test them out later. I could fly anyway since my bloodline is that of the Sky Fae. My wings are more a sign of power and magnificence. Only the Originals have wings.

Once I think I am finally clean I step out of the shower. I decide to let my wings air dry before I attempt to tuck them back into place. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and can't help but stare at my reflection.

I am still hungry, so my fangs are out. I have two sets; one set on top and a set on bottom. They are similar to vampire fangs except that they extend from my canines.

My wings are standing loud and proud in their pure blackness. Well that's different; no one else has black wings. They are absolutely gorgeous.

My marks have made themselves known as well, I have only seen them in my visions, but have always loved them.

I have (Brigant in its original translation) on my right shoulder blade as a mark of my chosen bloodline.

My other mark is the sign of the Goddess Freya on my left hand between my pointer finger and thumb; it has also been called the Celtic Triple Goddess symbol. Most people think that this symbol is the mark of the Goddess' chosen, but it was given to my spirit first.

As Freya's oldest daughter, I picked the High Handmaidens. I am the Original Daughter of Avalon. It is the mark of my chosen ones. I picked their souls to be her High Handmaidens. They have been serving my mother for centuries. But now that I have transformed, they will become my Handmaidens.

Well, I definitely look hot. I mean, I have always loved my body, but this is different, more womanly. I still look like a 16 year old though, that is when Gods stop aging.

Now that my wings are dry, as is my skin, it is time to get dressed and get some food. I choose a pink handkerchief dress; it falls just above my knees, and has a low back so it won't interfere with my wings or my still sensitive skin.

After pulling on a matching thong, I start to put my wings up.

It takes me a couple of minutes but I get them put away. I decide to leave my hair down and only wear my ruby studded "B" necklace and my Claddagh ring.

It is my favorite. Vlad had it made for me and gave it to me on my 16th birthday. It is white gold with a half heart emerald and a half heart ruby. The emerald represents the Daughters of Avalon. While the ruby represents the House of Brigant. The two forming a heart under a crown represents my parents joining and making me.

I always loved the idea of the Claddagh rings and their symbolisms, so that is what Vlad got me for my birthday, with my father's permission of course. Traditionally, a mother hands it down to her first born daughter, but my mother never had one.

Ok, enough stalling. I can tell that everyone is getting impatient, after checking with my empathy. Vlad is worried about how I will react to him and Papa taking a couple of donors down to his playroom at the casi…..WTF! I can hear and see Vlad's thoughts…shit.