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Here is Chapter 12 on Immortal Soul

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~Damon POV~

"Alright Sage please tell me who is this Goddess and what are these angels of hers?" I questioned as we all settle in the now clean atmosphere of the living room.

Sage looks around the room, sneaking glances at his friends who just smile and nodded.

"Well mon ami, where would you like to start?"

"The beginning."

Sage nods, "They say that the Goddess was the beginning, the beginning of everything. She was the first one to arrive at this earth. She was alone, you see so she created these humans. But they weren't human though, they were inhumanly beautiful creatures, strong and pure. These were angles, pure white wings.

She created three types of angles. Guardians, Warriors, Servants. Then for her so many angles, she created three dimensions for them to live in. However one night she conducted a experiment thus mystical creatures were born. Vampires, witches, werewolves, fox-spirits, demons all of them were born, not knowing what to do she place them on her first dimension: The Dark Dimension.

She place her treasures and a paradise for the fox-spirits who didn't really fit in on the second dimension: The Nether World."

Javier interjects into the story, "If I may? The third dimension she kept it a secret. She love her creations, even us mystical ones, but she wanted her privacy and besides she arose an enemy. So to protect herself, she cast a spell on her dimension: Matris Caelestis (Heavenly Mother).

Only she and her angles know where it is."

I stood quietly trying to process what's been thrown at my direction. So there is a Goddess…and she has angles.

"Can you explain a few things. What exactly are the angles? And who's her enemy?"

This time Jacquelin answers, "Well first is this, she needed someone to take care each dimension, to keep order and justice in each. So she chose a group of her angels and transform them into the Guardians. They only hold the power to decide what each dimensions require

. The Warriors were transform after those who were the strongest, loyal, an clever of her angles. She require them when she was at war with her enemy, she holds them as soldiers and guards. The Servants are the rest who preferred a more peaceful job. They basically help her out, there are messengers, cooks, benevolens, (helpful) protectores homines (protectors of humans).

Then one day she also created a creature that shows emotions like no other, mortal and sense and have free will over everything. The Humans. She created the dimension called Earth especially for them and ordered everyone except the protectors of human to leave them alone.

Of course that didn't last long enough since the humans are slaves here."

"Alright, who is her enemy?"

"Viktor," hissed Sage, "Viktor was his name. He was a demon, he didn't have the much power but craves it. He wanted more and more. Soon he began to suck the energy out of other demons, then kitunes, followed by witches. Then he learned about vampire's Power and started sucking the unliving life out of them.

Sooner he wanted more power than he could stand, be more powerful than the Goddess. So he fed off some witches, the most powerful ones-the McCullough's."

Bonnie.

Suddenly the name pop up in my head as soon as I here McCullough. Bonnie, my little redbird. Her ancestors were victims of this treacherous creature.

Unexpectedly a burning anger rose from within me, thinking if this Viktor taking the energy out of sweet innocent Bonnie made me sick to the stomach.

"He suck the power out of every McCullough he could find. So when he was so powerful he declared war at the Goddess. He created his own creatures: phantoms, trolls, and minotaur. As a result, both of them went to war that lasted at least 2 year, in the end the Goddess won and Viktor swore revenge…we never heard of him again." concluded Jacquelin and he walk to the counter to serve myself some Black Magic wine.

"Alright then so who am I? You said one of the angels but which one?" I question again, looking to each one for an answer.

"Well each angel of hers have something different as well. They all have wings, however there's something different in each category wings.

For example the Servants there wings are based on what they usually do. Messengers who are in that category their wings are grey while the helpers are white. The Guardians as you know have many type of wings to protect each dimension.

Warriors have strong wings not very easy to break, their base on only two colors: White is when not on duty/ also goo mood persay and black if they off to war and in battle/bad mood. Humans confuse them as dark angels/fallen angles."

"So in other words," Sage added "We will know which angel you are when your wings appear."

"And how long will that be?"

"At the rate your going I suspect probably…tonight."

I stared at him, "Oh. Fang-tastic."

~With the others on Earth~

Elena and Meredith went back to her home before it got late. Stefan, Bonnie, Ms. Flowers and Matt stayed in the living room. "Why didn't you tell Elena about Damon?" Matt questioned. Stefan sighed and ran his hand through his dark curls. "I didn't tell her cause…how can I put this? I didn't want her to…get any ideas about Damon.

I mean put faith that he'll return or his really actually alive and I don't want her to be shattered if that happens."

Matt nodded, trying to understand however Bonnie caught his drift. He didn't want Elena to choose his brother once he's back. He didn't want to lose her, lose her love for him.

Thud.

Four heads snap up, Stefan abruptly stood up in defense mode. "What was that?" whispered Matt.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound sounded like it was coming from upstairs. Slowly Stefan made his way up that stairs, Matt, Mrs. Flowers, and Bonnie on his heels.

Thud. Bang. Thud.

The sound came from one of the bedrooms…more specifically Damon's room. "What's going on?" asks Bonnie as she peek over Matt's shoulder at Stefan. "I don't know, wait here." Slowly he made his way to the room, the sound became louder and louder.

Thud! Thud! Bang! Bang! Thud!

Stefan places his hand on the door knob, looks back at the group and takes a deep breath.

Thud, Thud, Thud!

He slowly turns the knob and…

BANG! BOOM!

The power went off.

The Bonnie shriek while Stefan curse and move in vampiric speed into the room, Matt trailing behind. Abruptly as it went the power came back. The room was the same as Damon had left it. Sheets made in the queen size bed, the dark curtains hanging by the tall windows, closet full of dark color clothes and shoes. A laptop stood on the desk, next to it was a ipod and a book. Nothing looks like its been disorganize.

"What happen? What was it, Stefan?" asks Bonnie clutching Matt's arm. "I-I don't know. I feel a Power has been here yet it seems like nothing is out of place."

"…Maybe it was Marcus." suggested froze, if it was Marcus then there in big trouble.

"Who knows, we cant know for sure. But we can do is-" Stefan broke off suddenly studying the closet which was open a inch. He move closer to is and open it, studying the contents. "I was wrong."

Matt frowns, "What do you mean?"

This time Ms. Flowers spoke, "Two items are missing, dear boy. His brush and one of the shirts."

"What? Someone took Damon's clothes? For what!" said Matt.

"I have no idea. But we need to figure this out. And soon."

~Night in Bonnie's House~

Bonnie was staring out her window into the night sky. Clutching her knees up to her chest she stared at the moon. Who would want Damon's clothes for? And someone with Power?

Suddenly Bonnie felt chilly, and a sick feeling wash up to her. She was suddenly scared, like she just step into something false that can fall down any minute. "You know you shouldn't be snooping into people's business. Its not polite." Said a voice.

Bonnie yelp and jump, she turn to see the same boy from her dreams. It was just how she remember him: medium height, light brown shaggy hair almost blond, clear and tan skin with blue-gray eyes. He was also wearing the same, white T-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans with Jordans.

Trying to keep her confidence she said, "What do you want, Marcus? Why did you take Damon's clothes?"

Marcus grins, "Ah, you remember me my love. Wonderful, well I can't really say what I want. It's a lot. But for one thing I didn't take your beloved clothes."

"I don't trust you. You're lying!"

"Now BonBon-"

"Don't call me that!"

Marcus smirks, "Or do you prefer little redbird."

Bonnie flush with anger. Her fear already disappeared leaving a hot boiling lava ready to explode.

"No. Don't call me that either."

"Ah, I understand. Its reserved for only one person. A person who is dead."

Bonnie closes her eyes, "What do you want?"

In a flash, Marcus was right next to her. "The one thing I can tell you is that what I want isn't the question.

Its who I want. And I want you, Bonnie. For you to be mine." He leans closer to her, noses almost touching. Bonnie was paralyze she couldn't move a muscle.

"And I destroy anything, anyone who gets in my way."

Just like he came, he was gone. Bonnie was alone in her room but abruptly his voice ran in her mind.

"Perhaps yes, I was lying. However, you shall see why I did it. Beware Bonnie McCullough, the time is almost here."

Sorry I took long and that this chapter is short, boring, and cheesy. Please accept my apology.