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Q: What kind of ship does Dracula own?

A: A Blood Vessel!

"It originally meant messenger, but God militarized them. And they let him. Legions of them, flaming swords and blinding halos, earth-shakers, death on pale wings. The word of God is etched on their skin in Old Enochian; the wind through their feathers sings the Book of Revelation. They are beautiful, but only in the way monsters are beautiful: because they know how to kill."

I shivered, "Wha-what do you mean?"

"What I mean, Sin, is that it was not on the tails of demons that you were born- implanted into some unknowing mortal woman." His smile twisted into a sneer. "The reason we, who protect this realm, could not find you is because The Devil himself entered this world and delivered you into an waiting womb."

I felt like I was going to puke. My heartbeat thudded in my ears, when I did get a headache? I wasn't sure, but I felt it, along with the nausea. Godric leaned down and helped me to my feet- I barely registered his hands on my shoulders leading me back to the long table. Once I was seated he made his way back over to Salvation.

"How did you find Nava then? How is it you know you are correct in your assumptions of her heritage."

I glanced over at the pair, Salvation expression changed form murderous (which was previously directed at me) to pleasantly surprised, happy almost.

"Well you see that's the amazing part! For the first time since coming to this realm I took up this corporeal form!"

His chains rattled as he gestured to his body.

"Flesh and blood- I am almost human! Anyway- we sensed that The Devil had entered the human realm, my cohorts and I, but we could not place where. I was residing in Israel during this time. The moment he entered the realm we knew this attempt would be different. So we planned. We could not know where he was sending his spawn, but we had a timer. Six months and then we knew you would be born," his eyes darted over toward me, "All spawn of his is born prematurely, you see." Salvation was speaking with his hands as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. What a fucking lunatic. "We had a timeline. With that, I took to researching. I complied a list of all nation's birth records and then I got to work on visiting them."

I was pulled out of my stupor, by his look. Salvation looked... so proud of himself. Like he was expecting a pat on the back.

"That doesn't sound very... angelic," I muttered.

Again, I had the angel's attention.

"I am not some witch or cheap conjurer! I did what I could with the means I had! You've spent so much time among humans you think like them-"

"I am a human!" I shouted cutting him off and shooting to my feet.

Godric crossed his arms and regarded me quizzically, "I can see how some of what he says makes some sense. Nava, you might not have been aware of this but you hold no scent. Nor can I hear your heartbeat. Both of these traits are extremely odd. I have never come across a being like you."

I gaped at him, he couldn't possibly be joining the train to Loony Town, too!

"Well that can easily be determined," Dr. Ludwig spoke up, reminding me that she was still there. She turned toward Godric

"Hold her down, vamper."

"Wait- what?!" Godric appeared before me, holding my shoulders and gently pushed me back into my chair.

I couldn't see Dr. Ludwig anymore but I heard the distinct sound of an electric shaver.

"Any offspring of the Devil will bear his mark near the skull- all we have to do is find it," she explained. I grabbed Godric's forearms.

"Godric let me up- they're batshit crazy. I am not the Antichrist. I'm just Nava- stupid, awkward, anti-social Nava! I live at 646 Veinte Street, Apartment 9-!"

"Nava," Godric said pointedly, "I promise I will not allow him or Dr. Ludwig to harm you. Please trust me," he said, staring so deeply into my eyes I would have thought we were having a moment if my heart wasn't beating so fast in fear.

I wanted to tell him I'd only known him for about two hours now, and that to trust him I'd have to be as batshit crazy as the other two occupants in the room. But then I thought back to all he had already done for me. My eyes swept to the table and I saw the plastic water bottle he had gotten me. Even after our battle with the supposed 'angel' he remembered I needed water. I made up my mind. Godric was someone I could trust.

I nodded my head at him, and then I felt Dr. Ludwig yank my head to the side and she started buzzing my hair.

When all was said and done I knew I wouldn't have my job at Whole Foods anymore. They weren't strict on dress code, but I doubted they were going to let me man the cash registered with half my head shaved off. I looked like some new age hipster. I was holding a hand mirror gazing at the baldness, well one particular spot in the baldness. My fingers grazed the slight stubble.

"Now you see the, vampire. The mark of the beast," I heard Salvation say to Godric.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off or some snarky comeback, but I couldn't come up with anything to say. My fingers grazed over the cluster of six's on my head again and again.

"You have to admit, vamper. This isn't a good sign," Dr. Ludwig called from behind me. Godric made no comment to the Dr or the angel. What did he think of this? Did he think I was the Antichrist? Just cause I had this mark... it couldn't possibly mean that I was. Right? I wasn't a saint by any means. I never gave to charity and I even hated handing over change to bums. I'd cheated on more than one test in high school without so much as a twinge of guilt, but the Antichrist? I didn't want world domination or whatever the hell it was the Antichrist was suppose to want. I didn't want to... fuck, what does the Antichrist want. To kill people? Send everyone to hell? Rule over demons? Wait... demons? My mind started racing to the monsters that had tried to kill me before Salvation showed up, but my train of thought was interrupted by the angel.

"I do not need to convince any of you anything more. Kill her. Rip her limbs from her body and set fire to her flesh!" Salvation urged even louder and something in me snapped.

I stood up so fast the chair screeched against the concrete floor.

"Shut the fuck up!" I shouted so venomously I practically hissed the words out, making my way over to the chained angel.

"I am not the Antichrist! I don't give a shit if I have this mark or if I have no scent or anything! I am Nava! Just Nava, not some demon getting ready to rape the Earth. I don't give a shit about other people- I'm not planning on ruling anybody. When I woke up this morning the only thing I wanted was a Mocha Frappe from Mc Donalds, and that's still top thing on my priority list. So shove your homicidal ideas up your ass- you asshat, refrigerator tool cunt!"

By the end of my outburst I was huffing and puffing. Salvation's lips were pressed firmly together, and to my pleasure he looked a bit startled maybe even scared. I didn't wait for anyone to say anything. I walked briskly out of the room and slammed the door behind me.

Even after I stormed out of the room, I was still breathing heavy. I clutched my hand to the fabric over my shirt, "S-shit" I muttered, taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

I heard someone else exit the room, but I couldn't look up.

"Nava..." it was Godric.

I turned to face him, "It's a lie, Godric. I'm not- I can't be the Antichrist! You don't understand I'm only twenty three!"

He lifted an eyebrow, "I do not believe age really maters at this point..."

"But it has too! I'm twenty three! I don't eat breakfast, I drink way to much coffee and I've never had a real boyfriend. I'm a vegetarian for Christ sake-!"

"Blaspheme!" Salvation shouted through the door, and I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up!" I shouted at the closed door.

"Nava," Godric was right in front of me, my head in between both of his hands. his thumbs came up to wipe away my tears I hadn't even realized I had started crying. "We will figure this out. I promise you that. But for now, I believe it would be best if you slept. The sun will be up soon and Isabel and I will have to retire for the day."

I sniffed, and stared into his beautiful eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Like properly so- not like the models you see on TV or in magazines, but like an elegance to his presence. He almost reminded me of one of those Greek statues. Pale, and still, with that hint of disinterest.

"Why?" I croaked out, my voice raw from everything I was feeling.

"Why what, little one?" he cooed as if he was trying to calm a small child. And well, I guess in his eyes I probably was.

"Why are you going above and beyond in the helping me department. You don't even know me..."

I don't know why I was asking him that, I mean, I would be fucked without his help, I didn't want to bring it to his attention and then have him take it away, Shove me outside the door with the angel and decide none of this was his problem.

"But of course I do know you, Nava," Godric smiled softly at my confused expression before wiping away more of my tears and then leading me down the hall way by the hand. "You are Nava Seta, twenty three years old. You like coffee and fast food restaurants. You work at Whole Food's Grocery Market and you are most definitely not the Antichrist."

He stopped in front of a door and turned to face me, a new batch of teas were streaming down my face that had nothing to do with my confusion or frustration of my alleged heritage, and everything to do with how kind this vampire, no, man was being to me. In a way no one had ever been before

"Most importantly, you are my friend," he continued matter of factly. "What sort of friend would I be if I did not do everything in my power to help you?" he asked, opening the door. Inside was another lavish room, but kind of in a plain way. There was a bed and a dresser and another dresser with a mirror and two doors.

"This is a guest room, I would like it if you stayed here during the day so we can discuss what our next course of action should be tomorrow night."

He made to pull away from my grip on his hand, but I held on tight. "I... I don't know what to say." I told him, and I really really didn't. What can you say to someone you've only just met and they had already done more for you in a single night than everyone else you had ever known combined?

His gaze softened, I noticed that as the night had progressed his facial features became less and less gloomy. If I were a spiteful person I would accuse him of enjoying my terrible situation. But I think a piece of me really cared for the hot piece of ass vampire, and I just couldn't accuse him of that.

"Then say nothing and rest, young one," he said and took another step closer to me. Despite the fresh track of tear stains, my face inappropriately heated up. He leaned over and for a split second I thought he was going to fucking kiss me on the lips. I mean yeah, I found Godric hella cute, but I was waaaay too fucked up emotionally at that moment to commit to a kiss form him.

Fortunately he bypassed my lips and leaned to my forehead. His lips lingered and I couldn't stop the small gasp from my lips.

When he pulled away his kind smiled turned mischievous, no doubt at my expression and tomato red face.

"L-like I said, it should be illegal to look like you..." I whispered, putting my hands up to my cheeks to hide them.

Godric laughed and fucking fuck, my heart stuttered. His laugh was like music- Goddamn vampire.

Before he walked out of the room he turned around, "Please feel free upon waking to help yourself to the kitchen, it is well stocked. Isabel has a human who lives here as well. His name is Hugo and he should be able to help you if you need anything." He offered me one last smile before closing the door.

I walked around the room, snooping, and found every dresser drawer was stocked with a variety of clothing options in a variety of sizes. Like, what the fuck? My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. I briefly contemplated what kind of household Godric was running, but ultimately picked out a pair of sleep clothes and changed out of my work uniform. I emptied out my pockets and placed my cellphone and cash onto the side table then crawled into bed.

I appreciated everything Godrid did for me. I did. Like, crazy so.

But during the night I tossed and turned with questions and I knew I had to get answers. When I woke up I dressed in gray slacks and a white tank and prepared to put my plans in action.

I sneaked out of my room at noon, and made my way to the room with the chains that held the angel.

When I entered he was still seated like he had been earlier that morning, leaning against the wall, his knees propped up but now his eyes were closed and I could see the soft rising of his chest. He still looked very bit the model I had originally assumed he was. Only now, I didn't blush at the sight of him, there was nothing in me but extreme hate toward the angel.

I'd managed to get through twenty three years of living an ordinary, albeit, boring life, and then he came- ruining it for me. Even though, if any of what he said was actual true, it wasn't his fault. But I couldn't help but blame him anyway.

Once I entered the room, he opened his eyes.

"Come to slay me, little evil?" he questioned, his eyes shining with nothing but hate. Seemed we mutually agreed on at least one thing. I let the silence float between us for a while. There was so many things I wanted to say. Hell, there were some things I wanted to do to harm the angel. But I couldn't focus my words or thoughts. And then I realized I was over thinking this shit. Fuck this angel. I'd just say what I was feeling.

"I don't like you. I'm even going to go as far as to say I fuckin' hate you." I walked further into the room till I was standing right before him.

"But I am not evil. I am not the Antichrist, man. I'm not going to kill you."

His eyebrows rose, "Oh, is that so?" I nodded. "Then do tell, what is it I owe this visit for?"

I sighed, and my shoulders sagged. Even though I had just gotten some sleep I was feeling all exhausted from this whole ordeal. "I get that you're an angel. And you think you need to kill me to save the world, but what I don't understand is why those monsters- those demons tried to kill me before you showed up."

His expression turned from guarded to almost fearful.

"If they think what you think, which I'm just going to reiterate again is a fuckin lie, that I'm the Antichrist. Why would they try to kill me? If I'm the so called 'Antichrist' then I'm like the heir to the thrown or some shit, right? They should love me- why did they attack me?"

He was silent a moment as he studied the ground. I almost didn't think he was going to answer me.

"It is not just I, that wants you dead. There are... fractions in the system." His voice dropped to a whisper and he looked doubtful and scared, "Angels are falling at startling rates- but I have to believe what I am doing is God's will." He nodded his head, and kept his eyes on his hands.

"What do you mean have to? Do you mean to say that God didn't tell you to kill me?!" I asked, incredulously.

He gave me a look, as if I just said the most stupidest thing in the world. "Of course God does not speak to me. God does not speak to any of us."

"Then why are you trying to kill me?!" I screamed.

"Because it is what I was born into! It is what the angels before me quested after and when they died of age or fell from the sky I took the helm and charge!" He took a deep breath and seemed to try and center himself before continuing in a softer voice.

"Those monsters, as you called them. You are correct, they were demons... but before that... they were my friends."

His voice was pained, and my stupid heart went out for him.

"They..." He shook his head to clear his thoughts, "It started about a hundred years ago. Their wings started molting. Some had not even been completely aware that they had lost their faith when the feathers started to fall off." Salvation's eyes glazed over and his chains rattled as he held his hands in front of him as if he were seeing the whole scene before him. "The process has been happening more and more often. I am only one of a few and already I am old... I will not last the rest of this century."

"W-what do you mean?" I asked, as I kneeled before the angel, just like I had before when he explain all those things to me the night before. He reminded me of a teacher I had in high school, something about him urged me to listen to his tales.

"When an angel ages," a slight scowl crossed his handsome face, "Unlike vampires- we do not gain power or strength. We grow weaker. We are lucky to make it five hundred years before to go back to the Earth... It is an honor for us to die." He looked up into my eyes and really looked at me. He was... confused I think. Like I was nothing he had expected. His eyes shifted down to my hands, perhaps to see if I was holding a weapon of some sort, but I had nothing. I was simply there to ask him shit.

"I really appreciate you telling me all of this but why are you being so honest?"

He blinked and then again gave me a look like I was a child, again. "Because you asked, fool. I am an angel I would not lie or unanswer an asked question."

I nodded and got up, "Listen, I still think you're a sack of shit."

He scoffed, but I continued making my way to the door.

"But I'm being serious when I say I'm not the Antichrist. I'm just..." and I couldn't really find the words to continue. Who was I? Just a woman too young to be considered a kid, but too old to be a real adult? There wasn't anything defining about me. Nothing remarkable. I had an interesting haircut now but that wasn't much. I took a deep breath.

"I'm just nothing, Salvation. I'll prove it you."

And then I walked out the door.

I walked around the house trying the find the front door when I ran into a man in a pretty snazzy suit.

"Why hello there!" he greeted warmly.

"Uhhh... hi?" I started shifting from foot to foot. Is this Isabel's guy? What did Godric say his name was? Fucking crumpets- why didn't I write it down? For fucks sake it wasn't even a day ago he told me, I should be able to remember this!

He chuckled and reached over to lead me with his arm around my shoulders, "Sorry I'm in a bit of a hurry. I'm Hugo, Isabel's lover." I blushed at the phrase. Do people honestly call there sexy time partners that? "I'm a lawyer at Coffmen's Firm downtown. I was told that if you needed anything today I should help you out. But when I went to go check in on you, you weren't in your room."

"I... I took a walk around the hallways."

He gave me a sideways glance. "Okay... Anyway here's my card." he handed me a plain looking business card with his name, and address and phone number on it.

"H-hey, do you think you could give me a ride somewhere?" I asked, looking up at him, the man was pretty tall.

"Erm... I don't know, Isabel didn't say anything about you going any place?"

I could hear the hesitance in his voice. Fudge monkeys. I put on my best smile and kept pace with him as he lead us to the front door.

"I-it's not like I'm a prisoner or anything," I chuckled to try and convince him, but I'm sure I just came off as super nervous. "I'm Godric's friend, I forgot I needed to pick up a couple things from my apartment is all."

We reached the front door and Hugo turned to look at me, he searched my face for something- perhaps a hint of deception? I'm sure all he found of nervousness, because his smile came back and he lead me by the shoulders again.

"Oh okay, of course. Where do you need to be dropped off?"

I went to my mother's apartment.

She'd lived in the same little cramp two bedroom since I was a kid. It wasn't in a good neighborhood, but it was fairly decent. There were a couple of hood kids outside the place that cat called as I jogged up the stairs. Little shits.

I stopped outside her door and reached for my keys when I realized I had left all my little personal belongings in Godric's guest bedroom, including my phone and the little cash I had on me, along with my keys.

"Fuuuck..." I whispered, leaning my forehead against the door and raised my hand to knock. Please, please for the love of all be home.

I barely got two knocks on the door before was ripped open causing me to stumble.

I opened my eyes and saw a chest... in a very nice suit and tie. My eyes trailed up till I was looking into the dark eyes of some man. Mid-thirties probably, with dazzling cheekbones and a stoic face. He looked like a business man, only... he was wearing leather gloves. Huh.

"Erm...? Mom?" I called, a blush already making it's way to my cheeks.

"Nava I presume," he asked and fuck me sideways his voice was like thick silk. Can silk even be thick? I have no fucking clue. I noticed he didn't ask so much as he just stated.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something that looked like a black bag. He took a step much closer than I would have liked and then everything went black before something utterly painful hit my head and then not only my vision went, but my mind did too.

I"M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO TOOK TO GET OUT. Like, I want to blame Attack on Titan. I'm obsessed. Crazy obsessed with that show/manga. I've literally written first chapters for 4 different fics for it! None of them published and i doubt I will. I don't care for all the Attack on Titan fics here on . I'd have to find somewhere else to post them.

btw: i've been doing a lot of research on angels. THEY ARE FUCKING TERRIFYING. Dear lord. that quote I found at the beginning of the chapter is like woah.

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