Dracula's Pov

I didn't realize my eyes had closed. My face twisted into a painful sneer. How dare she ask me to lay myself so barren before her. "You do not get that honour simply from asking."

Her face turned into a frown, "That roof top, I warned you I'd ask. I have laid myself bare to you. I ask for the same. You know how I died, raised by an angel I know know is teetering between heaven and falling. Why he can come to earth freely I guess. One who didn't care if I died with you or not. Also makes that time I rebelled and joined a monster hunting group seen worth it if it worked out. Showed my true form..."

"Yet you hide your wings from me," I glanced at her shoulders covered by the jacket I bought her. Fuck, I want to touch her. Pathetically, I almost sighed as my Ressurrection took off that jacket. However, I winced as I could hear her bones snap to reform and her skin stretching. "Does it hurt?"

Annastasis only hesitated, "Not anymore. Now, will you tell me the real story. From your words."

She complied with me, so should I. Turning, I walked to sit in on the bed. I tested the waters by tapping the space next to me. Instead of sitting on the bed, she sat in a chair across from me. The huff of disappointment did escape me despite knowing this would happen.

Suckong in a breath I started, holding back tears the whole time, "Iscariot was initiated understood to mean a man of Kerioth-hezron in Judea. Not betrayal or betrayer. I was the only Judean of the twelve. My family never had much as my father's business wasn't very good. Only once did I, take things for my sisters. My mother told me she wouldn't reveal me since I didn'tget caught but not to do it again. I knew it killed her to not give her daughters nice thing, but it hurt her more to know he son was a thief. Being the only son, when he got ill I left to find a better job to afford his care rather than continuing his trade. Instead, I heard of a man who could heal at no cost. I went to Him. Came to believe in Him. Stayed as a disciple and brother of him.

"Matthew was a tax collecter, but we knew people would be uncomfortable with giving him there money to support the... Christ. Also, He didn't want you tempt Matthew. So I was entrusted with it. Many people gave so much, we earned so much working in between preaching and travel, that when it was combined... we didn't need it all. My poor mother, passed away, my sisters didn't have much to show there friends and men to marry still living in my fathers house. I was married too... without my father's failing trade or one of my own, my wife had nothing to care for our own very young son. I began taking the left overs to care for them. Convinced I was doing good by doing as a man should by providing for their needs. Just enough no one noticed.

"Until He started asking me to pay closer attention to his teachings and leaning to the others more I thought he never would know. However, he never stopped me. Just ask if everything was in order. Who to give what for food, lodgings, and clothes. I knew he knew, as I observed more of his power, how couldn't he. All those arguments on who is greater, he sure seemed to have favours. John the beloved who he invested his weeping mother, even Peter how failed more than most, Thomas who doubted he corrected all the time. Never one me. Not directly.

"So when I was offered the silver, resentment grown. Thought, surely God won't let His son die? At least I'll get some of my own money out of it. At the time, it was satisfying seeing the fear in my companions faces as I planned that kiss on his cheek. Vengeance... I greeted Him with vengeance. Thing is, that feeling left me, leaving guilt in its wake. Blood guilt is punishable by death. When I realized he really would die, I feared my own death. I tried returning the money, but they called it blood money so I threw it at them to rid of the evidence of what I did... they made me do.

"Christ power, was true. I seen it. If He said he'd come back in three days, I couldn't face him. What I had down was known, and my brothers would never embrace me again. I had nothing more to provide for my mother, my sister, my wife, my... my son. I failed everyone. Not just the Son of God, my family by blood and by covenant. I couldn't face any of them. So I hung my self on a tree over a cliff, but the branch broke. Eternity entered me as I fell, feeling everything as I hit the ground. Splitting my body open.

"A group found me, but as they left to report the news of my death, a traveller found me. Intended to loot me like I looted my whole life. However, when he cut his hand on a rock climbing to where I was, I awoken. My first taste of blood. The group returned with others to see it and I slaughtered about half of them in a blood haze. The ones that got away agreed to say animals consumed my body and attacked them. Animals...

"Some sense coming back to me, I fled home to my wife. I was going to take her and my son and run. However..." I couldn't hold back anymore and I cried.

Annastasis seemed to understand, either I killed them or for being associated with a murder, they were killed before I got there. "You don't say how, but they were gone?" I nodded. I honestly can't remember if my wife and my son who was now older was stoned for my crimes, or in a blood haze... just that they were dead. The accounts of them money could have been found upon investigation of my death, or if I was turned in for my betrayal. Since she knew, she was just as guilty. So regarded how they died, it was my fault.

Startled, I jumped a bit as Annastasis up her hand on my shoulder. I didn't even notice her sit beside me. "No parent should outlive their child. Not saying you have no fault, just I understand the pain it caused you."

Closing my eyes, I sobbed, "I never saw him again. I travelled cave to cave until I realised I could use my new body to have what I wanted, if I had to be punished for it. If I was a villian and monster, might as well keep going as a sinner. A vampire."

She hugged me with her wing. I reached out to touch it gently. The feathers so warm and soft. I can feel warmth or a chill, but not real hot or cold as other beings do. The pain of being burnt is the only thing I severe temperature related I feel. Annastasis flinched and I just held my hand. Not moving it, which seemed to ease her.

"Azrael has spoken in riddles and tongues and half truths so long I'm glad he fucked off somewhere," This comment from her made me laugh heartily. Really lightened the mood. "He really plays around with what I thought perfect was. For an angel his rather a bastard," she laughed with me, "we really both got screwed over by divine beings. Not saying its not our fault just, not all of it. Is perfect beings have free will and can turn bad or good, maybe God is equal parts? Our do I dare assume?"

The question was rhetorical but I didn't make me feel so sad. She is right, we will never fully now nor are capable of understanding our existence since we can understand fully the one how made us. "Annastasis?"

"Mmmh?"

I leaned in and she looked confused or conserned I was about to kiss her but she didn't lean away. I quickly turned my head before she could tell what I was really doing and bite down into her shoulder. Not knowing if her blood was life or death to me.