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Chapter forty-seven
Ammy's POV
"You look stunning" Isaac smiles at me as I walk into the room, his eyes lingering over my black dress that comes to just above my knees. Him checking me over from head to toe, his eyes spending extra time on my black heels; he always did like me in heels. I had made a few phone calls yesterday, I phoned up Isaac and the Head Angels; I arranged for us all to meet in the main hall where most Angel related ceremonies are performed. It's time I told them about my revelation regarding their on-going research; the same research that has been going on since before I was born. They need a lead, and I'm about to give it to them.
"I just wish it was for a better occasion" I mumble, my eyes scanning the room to see if everyone is here or not. The only reason I am dressed like this is because it is little Jack's funeral today, it just about killed me leaving Alec to come here.
He needs me, I wanted to stay with him but he insisted I go here and sort this out first. Jack's funeral isn't until after dark, and the only reason it's that late is because the family are friends with some Vampires who want to come pay their respects. That alone surprised me; for one, Vampires and Weres are rarely involved together – they hate each other – and for two, it is a huge surprise to find Vampires who are willing to think about anyone other than themselves. Most Vampires do not care about other's, especially Weres, so to find out that there are Vampires out there who want to come to support the family and pay their respects, well, you can guess how much of a shock that is. It's unbelievable really, but maybe it is a sign that the world is about to change. That the Supernaturals are about to merge together so that they are united. That could mean less wars between them and it would make things easier on everyone, but if they united, they could realise that together they could overtake the world if they wanted to. And that alone is frightening.
To think that there is even a small chance that Werewolves, Vampires, Fairies, Goblins, Demons, shifters and even those other types of Weres, such as Were-Panthers or Were-tigers, would work together to overrule the world is enough to scare anybody. Even me, and I'm a supernatural myself. If all the Supernaturals were to go against the human race, well, the human race would soon be wiped out. Gone. Vanished. Non-existent. And that is something I am willing to fight against if this situation ever arose, after all, the humans are very useful and to wipe them out, well, it would be like wiping out history itself. But if it does happen, God save us all.
"We're just waiting for Phil Damorate, you know, the leader of the Angels?" Isaac points out for me, making me nod in agreement.
"Yeah, I know him. We all know him around here" I remind him. All Angels know him, his name is very well-known. He makes all the decisions that regard us. He's like the president of our world, if that makes explaining things easier.
"Ammy, why have you called us all here? In fact, why have you called me here; I'm not exactly important like these people are"
"You are" I answer him without missing a heartbeat. Like me, he is an important part of this research; we're the only two survivors of the special five. It's down to us to complete their research, he may not think he is anything special, but in actual fact he is the missing jigsaw piece to this puzzle. He is more important than he actually seems. Just then the door flies open, Phil himself stepping into the room, a loud whooshing breeze attacking us all until he slams the door shut.
"Little girl, I demand an explanation right now. You have pulled me away from serious business, I cancelled a meeting to be here" he growls as he slings his coat at the coat hook, his eyes glaring at me. Blatantly trying to burn a hole in me.
"I come bearing information regarding your research. The one where you have tried to make it so that Angels can mate amongst ourselves without the child dying"
"What information could you possibly bear to us?" Phil rolls his eyes as he sits down on a chair where he places a pipe in his mouth, his hands patting along his pockets, presumably looking for a lighter or match.
"I know how to create Angel children without the baby dying. Isaac and I, we're the last two out of the five children that were born" now that caught his attention. Everyone's attention in fact; all their eyes are now glued to me, but as I look around the room I can see many different glows to them. Glows that I have never seen on anyone before.
Everyone's aura's are of a different colour, everything from a dark/muddy forest green all the way up to a dark/muddy blue colour. But only one person has that last colour, and it's Phil. If I remember correctly, that dark/muddy blue colour means that they fear the future, fear self-expression and they even fear facing or speaking the truth. Does that mean Phil does not want to hear the truth behind his research? Does he not want to know about this revelation? Maybe he does not truly want a future of just pure Angels, maybe he wants to keep the world open so that we can come and go as we please. Maybe he has realised that this research was a mistake and that due to him many deaths have occurred, especially those of pure innocent children. He must feel ashamed of himself.
"Please, elaborate" he just about managers to murmur, my eyes flickering to Isaac, him nodding as he comes to stand beside me.
"I visited the black pit between this world and that of the world the dead Angels go to, well, they aren't exactly dead. Just transformed. I went to fight a shadow that was stalking me, watching me, trying to take their revenge on me, but when it came down to the fight, I won. But before the fight I got to talk to those Angels who lived on that side of the world" I inform everyone in the room, all of them watching me with curiosity.
"What did they have to say regarding our research?"
"I helped them reach a conclusion on how you can complete your research. After a bit of a discussion, we realised that all of the special fives fathers were all either Vampires or Weres. At first, we thought there was no connection, but then we realised that Angie and Damon had a pure bred child. She lived until she was seven. Angie's father was a Vampire and Damon's father was a Were. We calculated it and realised that in order for any Angel's to carry the gene that will help them conceive a pure bred Angel child without them dying, they need to be carrying one of those two Supe genes. My father is a Vampire, and Isaac's is a Were. And we are compatible. According to some Angels, we are more compatible for your research than others" I point out, all the Angels in the room nodding, but Isaac is watching me. Trying to calculate what I'm talking about.
"So you two must mate for us to have a pure bred Angel child?"
"No, what I am trying to say is that even if we do have a pure bred Angel child, what are the chances of that child being compatible with any other Angels? Even those who are pure bred like them. It is impossible. Even that child isn't technically pure; none of us are. We all have some other Supe gene in us, and if I was to give birth to a child that I conceived with Isaac, well, they would be carrying not only Angel genes, but Vampire and Were genes as well. There is no such thing as a pure Angel child. You just want to class it as pure because it has come from two Angels" even I didn't know where I got that debate from. I think it sort of just appeared in my mind and my mouth sputtered it before I could truly think about it.
"You have quite the wild imagination, child. But thank you for that information, it will help towards our research greatly" Phil grins at me, my anger flaring.
"There is no research! Your research is to try and create a pure Angel child, there is no such thing as a pure Angel! None of us are pure and none of us will ever be pure. We will all be contaminated as you guys like to call it. In 500 years' time, they will still be carrying the gene of the Supe who helped to create their ancestors. But what I really want to know is whether you realise that you are making a child suffer when you do this research, all for your own selfish reasons. There is no need for this research, we are born as Angels, we live and breathe as Angels. We are the most dominant gene out of all the Supe genes, so why do we need to cut out the Supes? What is so bad about us mingling with them in order to create a child? That child will be an Angel no matter what. Surely you all love someone who is not an Angel?" I try to plead to them, my eyes looking around the room; half of the people's eyes can't even look into mine as they lower their heads.
"We are all guilty of falling for the wrong people, which is why I am putting a stop to it. I want to make us an ultimate race in which we do not have to mate with other Supes; I want us to be a race in which we only mate amongst each other. Angel children. We thrive as a community to reach this goal, and in order to encourage it I will be enforcing a rule in which any Angel born must marry another Angel when they are of age-"
"You cannot do that!" Isaac and I jump in there, an uproar happening as the rest of the Angels in the room agree with us.
"I can and I will. I am only thinking of what is best for us as a species"
"We are at our best now! By blocking us off from the other Supes, you put us at risk of war. Supes raise war on other Supes who like to think they are better than the rest. Have you not learned from our past quarrels with the Supes? The Fairies, they cut off their world from everyone but those who lived within there, and what happened to them? We, along with many other Supes, attacked them. It became a gruesome war in which thousands died. We lost a third of our Angels in that war, the Vampires lost a fifth of their people, the Demons and Angels lost over half of their crew! Do you wish to risk the lives of those who follow you?" Isaac bursts out, completely taking me by surprise.
I did not realise he had such a strong opinion on this.
"You two are mere children, your opinions are invalid" Phil waves his hand at us in dismissal, causing me to sigh as I look over at Isaac helplessly.
"These children have a point, sir. You should listen to them. She has been through more experiences than you have, she has been to the other world, she is one of the special five and she has come up with that articulate theory all on her own. She is miles ahead of you, so I suggest you take their advice and let this research drop" one of the men steps forward, I recognise him as being Phil's right-hand man.
"You dare stand against me?"
"You dare reject their ideas? What type of leadership does that show? They have valid points, ones that finally cancel out your stupid research ideas!" the man shouts, Phil staring at him in disbelief.
"Children, leave. Your thoughts and theories have been noted, I will contemplate them and get back to you" Phil dismisses us; both Isaac and I nod our heads at them before we walk out of the room.
"What time is the funeral?" Isaac probes as we walk out of the building and head towards where the portal is. I need to get back to the human world so that I can get to the funeral and support Alec.
"In about twenty minutes. Alec would already be making his way there. He has gone all afternoon without me being there to support him, he has had to deal with all that hurt on his own" I shake my head, feeling absolutely terrible over the matter.
"Come on, I'll drive you there. We'll get through the portal and I'll get you there in no time. If Alec doesn't mind, I would like to be there as well. Just to offer my condolences, I don't want to start any trouble" it is so strange to see him act like this. I'm so used to him being a horny asshole, not this sweet guy who just wants to do what is best. It's so weird.
"Thanks" I smile at him as we jump through the portal.
Alec's POV
Where is she? I need her and she isn't here, I know I said she could go and talk to the Angels, but I miss her and right now I just need her support. I'm sat on the pew right at the front; my parents are sat on opposite sides of the pew, leaving me sat in the middle of the long empty pew on my own. At the second they are going through a huge argument, it takes me back to when they first got divorced. It about killed me when they got divorced, but losing my little brother hurts ten times more than that divorce ever did. Just then I hear the church doors open, my head whipping around to see Ammy walking into the church with Isaac, my eyes resting on Ammy as she runs up the church, I jump up out of my seat where I rush to her, embracing her in my arms. I never knew she could run in heels without falling over.
"I'm glad you're here" I whisper in her ear as I hold her close, Isaac nodding to me before he sits on the second pew, the one behind where my family is sitting.
"I told you I would be here; it's my duty as not only your friend but your wife to be here to support you. I loved Jack as much as you all did, he was a great kid" she smiles at me. I nod as I take her hand in mine, leading her back over to where I was sat. Soon enough the funeral begins, the priest saying so many things that bring tears to everyone's eyes, but the part that made me weep the most was when he announced that I had something I would like to say. Ammy gives my hand a slight squeeze as I get up and walk up the podium where I take my place; my eyes scan the crowd briefly before I take a deep breath. Trying to steady myself.
"Jack was my little brother, he was bright and energetic. He had the world ahead of him. He meant the world to a lot of people, most of which are sat here today. Throughout the room you can hear weeping and sorrow, that alone shows you how much he was cared for. But Jack wouldn't want us to cry for him. That is why I am going to read this poem. Jack loved poetry and he often wrote poetry of his own. I found this poem amongst his collection; it was almost as if he expected to die. The date he signed it off with was the day he died, he wrote this only hours before his death. He named this poem 'One Day'" I tell them as I take a few deep calming breaths.
"I am the glint in the rain,
The rays on the sun.
I shine down on you as
You look up at me.
I wave to you, but you do not see;
You do not see me through
Your watery tears.
You stand at my grave and cry,
Your choking sobs stabbing my soul,
I cannot bear your pain.
Do not weep for me,
For I do not want it.
I may not walk before your eyes,
Or sing before your ears.
I may not laugh and I may
Not cry no more.
So why should you cry for me?
I do not want pain and upset
At my grave. I want happiness
And dancing, smiles all around.
For your dazzling smile will
Open the gates at Heaven's home.
Smile for my death, for you will
Grant me access into the better world.
Into the world where I will one day find
You again"
By the end of the poem my voice is barely above a whisper as tears well up in my eyes and I choke on a sob. Within seconds Ammy is next to me, taking me into her arms. I hold her close as I let my pain override me.
"Goodbye, Jack" I whisper as I pass his casket.
AN: I hope you all enjoyed that chapter and for those of you who are wondering about the poem, I did write it myself, albeit, it is a very bad poem but I thought it would express the emotions flying around this scene xx