The Heirs of Heaven and Hell

Chapter: 25

By: Celeste Jacobs

Beta: Maria

Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me but Siena does. As for the Bible, lets not start taking sides.

If Anthony Goldstein could have described to you what he had seen, he probably would have used some big word that would make you reach for the dictionary. But, we'll settle for two words instead of one.

Oh baby.

The Ravenclaw patted his laughing friends Leo and Cami on the shoulders.

"What's up Tony?" asked Cami.

"That's what's up," replied Anthony as he pointed to the entrance of the common room.

There she was. The girl that every boy in Ravenclaw had been dying to get their hands on.

"I'm going to ask her to dance," said Leo suddenly.

"Don't be stupid. Right after she turns you down, I'll be leading her to do the dance floor," said Cami.

"Not if your legs are broken,"

Anthony never noticed his two friends wrestling on the floor.

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Siena stood in front of the door of the common room with an air of confidence. Her dragon clip shone brightly against her black hair. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans with a black corset top. The corset was tied together with a light purple ribbon and had rhinestones in various places. On her feet, she wore a pair of black slip ins.

She had barely taken two steps when she was hit by a powerful energy. On the outside, she looked calm and collected but Siena felt like a war was raging inside of her as her body greedily took in the thing that it missed most.

The sins of others.

To her it felt like the onslaught lasted for hours, but it was only a mere minute. When the pain was over, Siena felt an old enemy awakening inside of her. It was the same enemy that had caused fear and chaos in London many centuries ago and the same one she tried to keep at bay. She couldn't stop it now. She would allow her birthright to take over and never again forsake it.

Abel shivered slightly when he felt the hairs on his neck start to rise. He scratched the back of his neck and looked around the room. He couldn't see anyone staring at him but he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Abel decided to go to his dorm and get away from the eyes and the party. He personally did not enjoy watching drunk people throw up in corners and the stares the women were giving him were annoying. He couldn't put his finger on it but they didn't seem quite right.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned against his bedroom door. One of the perks of being a Prefect was that he could have a room to himself. It was fine with him since he mainly liked staying to himself. His fellow Ravenclaws tried to get to know him but he would just smile shyly and walk away. He didn't know why but he just didn't like being around people all that much and as far as he knew, he had been like this all his life.

Abel lay down on his on bed with his hands behind his head. Whenever it was quiet like this, his mind would bring him memories of the past. He remembered how his father used to beat him and call him stupid while his mother cried. He used to hate his mother. She never stood up for her children and she allowed their lives to be a living hell for her own benefit. While his father's attention was on him or his brother Cain, she would slink off into another room away from the anger and the cries. It took centuries for him to get over his hatred of the woman and even now he couldn't even bring himself to mention her name.

The only person he ever loved in his family was his brother Cain. He was the only person that protected him from the beatings. Childhood had been cruel to him and it saddened Abel that his brother couldn't go to Heaven with him. He never understood why God kept his brother away. His death was an accident and Cain should have been given a second chance. Instead, his brother was marked and forced to roam the earth. Cain's wife, who Abel hated with a passion, left his brother for another man. But, Cain never knew that. He never thought badly of anyone.

He hadn't even found his brother in this school. Where was he? Why was it taking so long? He hated it here. The only thing that made this place bearable, and even then only for a couple of minutes, was finding Draco and that girl. That girl with the purple eyes. He had never seen eyes like hers and he felt drawn to her. Abel bit his lip. She was beautiful.

He decided that since he didn't want to go back to the party he would go to sleep instead. He was just about to whisper a spell to turn off the lights when there was a knock at the door. Abel groaned loudly and opened the door. His eyes widened as he saw the object of his earlier thoughts standing in his doorway.

"Dance with me," she said.

Abel stared at her for a moment before replying.

"What?"

The girl smiled.

"I said dance with me,"

Abel let the girl take his hand and lead him to the middle of the room. Thoughts of his brother were pushed to the back of his mind when he felt her press against him. Abel had lost all coherent thought and on top of it all he had never learned how to dance. He'd never socialized much in Heaven and he'd never thought that he would pay for it later.

Siena smiled to herself. It seemed that she would have to teach the boy what to do and she was not missing out on her favorite song. If it wasn't for her Fergie wouldn't be even singing Glamorous at all.

"I can tell you're a first timer. Let me show you how," she whispered.

Abel watched her turn around and his breath hitched when he felt her bottom against him.

Siena leaned the back of her head onto Abel's shoulder and ground her body against his. She felt euphoric and his scent was making her feel intoxicated. The only thing that mattered to Siena was her personal enjoyment and the feeling of Abel's body against hers.

If someone were to tell Harry that one day he would be kissing an Angel, he would have laughed in their face and then ripped out their spinal cord. He didn't understand it. One minute he was walking to some Ravenclaw party and the next thing he knew he was slamming an Angel up against a wall and kissing the life out of him. Harry held back a moan as he felt the boy's groin grinding up against his own. What was his name? Dammit! He couldn't concentrate!

"Say my name" whispered the Angel.

For fucks sake! What was the damn boy's name?

"Please"

Harry could kill a man in a second but the moan of an Angel was making him weak. He couldn't allow this. He was supposed to be killing this boy not unzipping his trousers.

"Fuck me Harry. Please just say my name and fuck me,"

How did the boy know his name? He never mentioned it. Fuck it. He would kill the boy later but for now he would fuck him.

God smiled at the scene and walked away. His son had been at Hogwarts for days already and his plan was moving too slowly. It didn't take much to make a lust potion fall into his son's cup of tea. It wasn't even that much of problem to make Blaise disappear for a couple of moments. God knew that Blaise was Jack the Ripper and he chuckled himself. It was like watching a soap opera except he was the director. God snapped his fingers as he remembered that he had forgotten something. He walked back the scene and pointed his finger at Harry.

"Draco. Shit "

With that part of his plan accomplished, God disappeared back to Heaven.

Cain watched a boy slip something into Ginny's drink while her back was turned and shook his head. He knew it wasn't a good idea for the girl to be here but all he could do was protect, not dictate. Cain rolled his eyes and knocked the drugged drink onto Ginny's dress.

"My dress!" shouted Ginny as she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"It will be okay Ginny. You know we can get that out with a simple spell," said Lavender.

Ginny allowed her friend to lead her to the bathroom and hoped that the accident would be forgotten.

Cain closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He just wished he knew why he was guarding this girl. It didn't make sense to him. Cain reopened his eyes intent on finding Ginny but instead found someone else.

"It can't be," he thought.

There in the middle of the room was Siena, Princess of Hellena, dancing with his brother Abel.