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You might have to wait a bit, i haven't had the time to even think about the next chapter ^ ^; And saddly, if i become serious about this story, i might have to remove it from the internet. Only time will tell...and my editor

that's weird :U Why would an editor tell you to remove a story from the internet? A publisher, maybe--but an editor really shouldn't have any concern as to where you show your work.

My uncle is my editor, he makes a pretty good bit of money doing it too..Well, that and his company (he's an advisor at an energy company) and he doesn't liek that i put any of my writing on the internet. If he tells me that it might be something good, he'll make me delete it from the web before he even thinks about trying to find me a publisher, lol

Hmm, I don't think that's very right, since removing your writing from the internet cuts down on potential readership tremendously, but oh well.

The internet is an astounding marketing resource that very few people know they can use to their advantage, it seems.

It's an outlook that will change drastically in the next number of years.

((I might use the internet for advertising, but i don't know about leaving the full story up...but that's many years off, i bet, so i'm not worried. This story might end up becomming too short.))

Chapter 4

Aluna sighed. What a hell of a day. She wasn’t quite sure how she managed to escape the Seraphim. She was leaving the house right as they flashed into the room. They had called her and demanded her to return, but she was already in her car and squealing tires out of there. She was pretty sure that she gunned about 140 going down the road. A record for the small car. If they had really wanted her, they could have gotten her, but she wasn’t worth the effort apparently.

Humans were drugged and at her feet, bound and gagged. They were nobodies, people that murdered, raped and molested children. They wouldn’t be missed in the world at all. They were all damned for hell anyways.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, looking at the familiar blood stains that painted the tiny cubicle that she was standing in. It was a room in the sewer pipes, the Ghouls had dug it out for a place to hide. And it was gross. A little light bulb flickered, swinging gently from a cord. It was brand new, she had replaced it last time she was here, but lights always went insane when there was a Fallen near them. She once had florescent light suddenly explode in the middle of class, it was why she tried to skip so much.

There was a shuffling and suddenly the make shift plywood door swing open slowly. Seven familiar men and an unfamiliar woman strolled into the door. They were dressed pleasantly, but it didn’t matter. They were just going to ruin their good clothes. As civil as they appeared, she could se right through their glamour. Ghouls, rotted, stinking corpses that needed flesh in order to sustain their own. Their sunk in eyes were red rimmed, but she could barely make out it out with their socket shadows. Twisted, disfigured jaws held a salivating mouth with sharp, cannibalistic teeth. They were frothing in ravenous hunger, beady eyes instantly darting to the humans that were on the ground.

Her ghouls. They did anything that she said, found out information, told her where nests of demons and other creatures that feasted on human flesh or souls. They had a rather fine arrangement. She gave them the meat that they wanted most in exchange for that and not killing them, they were like her servants. Her spies. Her eyes in the underground world.

Aluna would be went to hell alive if others knew what she did. She almost smiled. Not if she went the angels there first. “The female, who is she?” I didn’t recognize her, but she wasn’t a new ghoul. She was too rotted away to be new.

The disgusting female stepped forth and dropped to one knee. Aluna had to force herself to not vomit when she bowed her head low, showing she was missing her skull cap. Her voice was a soft, gnarled hiss without the use of glamour. “I come from underground, Fallen. I do not find it safe there anymore. I offer you information and service in exchange for protection and food. I promise that I have good information.”

She was another intelligent one. Aluna was surprised that she had avoided contact with the Fallen for as long as she had. She looked over at the four humans…it was barely enough, she would have to start getting five of them, or even six.

Aluna cocked her head before pushing the pure black bangs from her eyes. “We’ll see.: Aluna pushed herself off the wall and left the room right as the ghouls moved in for their meal. Not even she could stand to watch ghouls eat their meal. Aluna left the room, right as they started to close around the completely drugged humans.

Aluna waited outside of the room, watching the sludge move in a thick, sticky river under the city. This was the underground sewer, but not the underground. Below the sewers there was a city for demons, ghouls and other paranormal creatures that were hunted down.

There was a law in her city. She didn’t go in their city if they didn’t go in hers. Of course rules were meant to be broken, but she never went down there with the intent to kill. It was sometimes pleasant just to be around people that knew who and what she was. To stretch her wings and have people move away. To look into something’s eyes and for them to not look away. Her silver eyes intimidated mortals. Even her friends. They were very un natural.

It didn’t take long and Aluna was glad. She was starting to feel nauseous because of fumes of the sewer. She was just starting to close her eyes when the plywood door opened back up. She quickly side stepped into the room and was pleasantly surprised. They had been unusually neat. Even their faces and the floor was relatively clean.

The ghouls looked at her, their eyes pure white, their bloodshot eyes back to normal. They all instantly dropped to their knees and bowed to her. Except for the female, who took a few steps out of the group before bowing to Aluna herself. “I am Sherry, at your service.”

Warning: Sexual themes suggested


Chapter 5

“Hello, Aluna, wake up!” Fingers snapped in front of Aluna’s face.

Aluna blinked, repeatedly for a second, before she realized that she was being addressed. She looked. “Huh?”

Brittney had her hands on her hips. “Where’ve you been all day?” She asked in a hushed whisper. She flicked her bright, pink bangs out of her eyes, only to have them fall right back into her baby doll like face.

Aluna gave her a look. “What do you mean, I’ve been -”

“I’m talking about right here.” Brittney’s knuckles rapped on Aluna’s forehead a little too roughly. “You’ve been staring at the wall ever since we came to class. I’ve been calling your name for five minutes now!” She seemed slightly offended that she would be ignored by her best friend, but at the same time she was concerned. It was written all over her face. “You didn’t do a dose before class, did you?” Aluna wasn’t even given time to react before her friend’s fingers pulled here eyelids wide, examining her pupils.

“Hey!” Aluna growled, pushing her mortal friend away. “No, I didn’t do a shot today, alright? I told you…I’m trying to quit.”

“Whatever. I don’t believe you because that’s what you said last year too. Eitherway, you’re not dilated, so what have you been thinking about?” Brittney looked at the teacher, but he was too engrossed in the porn magazine that he had hidden inside of his textbook to notice.

“Mimz,” She blurted before she could stop herself. She cursed silently.

“Who the hell is Mimz?” Brittney was looking at her like she was insane.

“No one. Erm, she’s a friend that I met on the internet.” She lied quickly. Mentally, she was smacking herself. Of course no one would remember Mimz. The Seraphim had already wiped everyone’s mind.

“Oh…are you lez or something? I mean, not that I care, but I’ve never seen you with a guy and me and the girls have all been in the same room with you changing…” Brittney let herself trail off.

Aluna turned the full force of her eyes on the girl and Brittney quickly averted her gaze. No one could look at her eyes when she was purposely looking at them. “Don’t you think I would have told you if I was a lesbian? No, I’m not. The guys here are all ugly hobos, that’s why I’m not with anyone, and I’ll have you know that Mimz was a really good person. She wouldn’t ever hurt a soul.”

Brittney help up her hands in defeat. “Okay, okay, calm down. I didn’t realize how important is to you…what do you mean ‘was a good person’?”

Aluna looked away. “Nothing, nothing at all.” She hadn’t realized how much Mimz’s death had gotten to her. She had seen plenty of Fallen die; had known them personally. It had never really fazed her.

Most other Fallen had never liked her. With her being a Seraphim, most of the living Fallen she had condemned to the mortal world until their sentence was served. When she had Fallen…they were all the more willing to hate her.

Mimz had Fallen only a couple decades ago, long, long, long after Aluna. She had been assigned to this area since it was becoming thick with incubus activity and was well known for its hiding population of ghouls and demons. Mimz Fell and Aluna taught her the mortal world and took her in.

Mimz had always liked Aluna. She was very sweet with vivid silver eyes and wild blond hair. She had the purest of white wings and personality. Aluna never understood why she hung out with Aluna’s kind of crowd. She always seemed like she would blend in better with the goody good girls.

“Hey!” Brittney gasped in indignity. “You’re doing it again!” She looked seriously offended.

Before Aluna could defend herself, the teacher boomed loudly, “Aluna, Brittney, Mr. Votes office now!” He had put down his porn/book and was looming over them.

Brittney groaned even as Aluna shrugged. Not even five minutes later, the girls were sitting in the main office, waiting for the vice principal to have enough time to deal with them.

“Oh my god, my mom’s going to kill me when she finds out that I’m in Mr. Votes office again. She’s going to murder me. It’s been nice knowing you, Aluna -” Brittney was abruptly cut off.

“She’s not going to find out.” Aluna growled, never really realizing how dramatic her friend could be. For her being a class-skipping smoker, she was really worried about being in trouble.

“What do you mean? He hates me!” She pouted pathetically.

“Don’t make me -” Aluna’s threat was cut off.

“Aluna?” came a voice. Mr. Vote stood in the nearby doorway, looking at the Fallen questioningly. “What are you doing in here?”

Aluna gave a casual shrug, ignoring how her friend was preparing to launch herself at the man. “Talking in class. Breyer wanted to come down here.”

Mr. Vote scowled. “Doesn’t he know I have more important things to do? Very well. Ms. Brittney, stay here. Aluna, in here.” He turned and strolled into his office. Aluna stood and followed him inside, shutting the door behind her and locking it purposely.

The Ghoul pulled the curtains shut and turned off the lights right as they started to flicker feebly in her presence. She closed her eyes and drank in the darkness willingly. She didn’t crave the sun, in fact, the light hurt her. He took a set at his desk, placing himself in a plush, burgundy chair. She placed herself in an uncomfortable blue one as he opened a mini fridge he hid under his desk and pulled out a strip of jerky from it. Chewing on an end of it, he asked, “So, why are you really here?”

“I can’t help but think about what Sherry said. Whatever has been slaughtering things underground is probably what got the other Fallen.” Aluna motioned to him and he poured and pushed her a cup of coffee from a nearby pot. She sipped it. “I was thinking it was maybe a solidified incubus, but they don’t go for demons, never mind ghouls. You guys don’t even have souls, no offense. I just doesn’t make sense.”

Mr. Vote pulled out a piece of jerky when he finished his other one and crunched on it. “I don’t think that it was incubi at all. The demon souls were sucked out; they were ripped apart, along with their bodies.” He tapped a pen with his free hand.

“Demon incubus? They tend to go insane after awhile. They also tend to prey on their own race, maybe there was one that forgot how to ingest souls and started to just shred them.” She tried.

“Then why the dead ghouls?” He countered.

“I don’t know,” she collapsed fully into her chair before standing and pacing the length of the office. He watched her as her wings sparked. They did that as her moods affected her and she was becoming increasingly aggravated about this entire situation. “This is really pissing me off.”

“Maybe you should tell the others about this. No doubt the Seraphim are going to learn everything you know real soon. Then they are going to start wondering why you didn’t tell them.” Mr. Vote leaned back in his chair.

Aluna paused and fixed him in a rather aggressive stare. He was holding his glamour very well, Aluna had to really focus to see his real form…she’d rather see his glamour. “Don’t talk to me like I’m one of these high school teenagers you deal with. I’m ten times older than you. Don’t let this -” she motioned to her emo like outfit and appearance. “- fool you. And I will never ask the Seraphim for anything.”

“Hard sometimes, you act just like a teenager, Aluna. But I’m glad that I can only see what you want me to see, I’ve been told you’re true form can literally drive people to insanity.” He wasn’t trying to bait her, though he succeeded, his tone was much too monotone for it to have been purposely.

Aluna bristled nether the less. “I’m sure no one that you have met has ever seen me. If they have, I guess I should start being a little less picky about who I kill, right?” She dared him to make a come back.

She was disappointed. “Whatever you say, Fallen. Maybe you should be a little more careful in the back of the shed though.” He stood up, ignoring how he seemed to stun her speechless and collected her cup. He walked to the door. “I can’t talk any longer, right now I have to play human. You need to as well.” He opened the door, obviously trying to dismiss her as politely as possible.

She’d ask questions later. He was right, she needed to keep her cool and keep playing human. Not to mention not freak out her friends. She stepped back into the main office before Mr. Vote followed her out.

Instantly, the lights flickered as her wings flared their wispy feathers near them, but the office secretaries ignored them as well as Vote and Brittney. They had become accustomed to it when she was in their presence. They stopped asking questions. She approached her anxiety stricken friend.

“You two may go,” Mr. Vote told them before leaving the office for the teachers lounge.

Brittney gaped. “What the hell did you do? Did you give him a BJ?”

Aluna was seriously offended. “Hell no, I’m not like Kindel! I don’t screw my teachers to get away with shit. How could you even ask that?!” She stormed out of the office and down the hall, leaving her friend to scurry after her. She was stuttering out apologies. Outside, Aluna just continued to stubbornly give her friend the cold shoulder. Inside though, she couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen next.

Chapter 4: Aluna must have a lot of money to be able to screw the rules.(yugioh the abridged series-wachit an ul no wat i mean)
chapter 5: Brittney sounds like a right twit.

Love those chapters. its great how you've managed to incorperate comedy into the seriosity of that.

Nope, barely any money, she's just really sneaky ^ ^ And i wish that i could, but i don't have time to watch tv, lol. The only thing i can watch is RvB online, lol and Charlie the Unicorn XD But thank you. Brittney's a slacker and everything, but she is right in the heart, you'll see next chapter. Which, by the way, will have another little higher Warning for sexuality again, lol

Stronger Warning: Sexual content implied

(((Nope, barely any money, she's just really sneaky ^ ^ And i wish that i could, but i don't have time to watch tv, lol. The only thing i can watch is RvB online, lol and Charlie the Unicorn XD But thank you. Brittney's a slacker and everything, but she is right in the heart, you'll see next chapter. Which, by the way, will have another little higher Warning for sexuality again, lol)))

Chapter 6

There was sweat and heavy breathing. The room was hot and alive, broiling the couple alive. They were too lost in each others arms to notice either way. Too lost in their passions.

A sharp intake of breath and then contented sighs. Silver eyes met equally silver ones, pale arms wrapped around equally pale bodies. White wings entangled in equally white wings.

“I love you, Aluna,” purred a deep voice that belonged to the male Angel with a young face. Soft kisses trailed up her shoulder and neck. Lips and soft teeth nibbled on her earlobe.

Aluna pressed her hot body tighter against the Angel. “I love you too, Zarion. I promise I’ll find a way to revoke your sentence. Then we can be together forever. Amonsulo, the Seraphim, no dimension or being will be able to separate us.”

Zarion lowered his head and the Fallen trailed his hands down the Seraphim’s bare back, finger tips teasing her spine. “Of course, love, forever. Are you sure you’re willing to do this?” His lips were a whisper on her throat.

Aluna couldn’t help but moan, her desire rising, all thoughts leaving her body and making her incoherent to everything. “Yes, I’m positive. Anything for you?” She gasped.

He flashed her a smile, one with much less pure intentions. His glowing wings began to fade as blackness webbed along the pureness. His hands trailed lower yet. “Anything?”

She responded to his touch. “Anything!”

Zarion’s smile became sadistic and his black wings over powered her white ones. His body pinned her down. Vicious fangs flashed and she screamed as they latched onto her throat.

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Aluna screamed and bolted upright in her bed. Her sheets were literally dripping in perspiration. Her black wings flared as her hands flew to her throat. There was only a soft scar that had long ago grew over.

She gasped down air like a fish out of water, tears running down her face as she remembered Zarion’s betrayal. How he had used her and her powers to turn against the Angels and Seraphim.

Zarion had gone bad, but was an excellent actor. She only ever saw his soft smile, caring mask and only felt the way he made her feel so alive. He gave her things that were forbidden to Angels and Seraphim alike. She did unspeakable things for him, to him, and he gladly returned her actions.

He had Fallen when he was found guilty of conspiring against the Seraphim. Back then, Aluna had been Seraphim. One of the most powerful and she was still extremely young for an Angel too.

Aluna was told to keep an eye on him. Even with the bad reputation that Seraphim had with killing demons and incubi, they never wanted to kill one of their own. That’s why they were stripped and dropped to the mortal world. She had stripped him of most of his powers herself. Left him a lot like how she was now, and she was shocked at his cooperation.

Every other day, she would check on him. He easily adapted to mortal life style in the early 200s. He would submit to her mind probing and humbly show her everything that he had accomplished, not to mention how he kept the area cleansed of incubi and demons.

Aluna couldn’t see how he had been charged with treason.

There were other worlds, dimensions out there. Angels and mortals didn’t have the only one, but theirs was the most savored and wanted. There were other worlds that the Seraphim made purposely for lock away dark beasts and entities that would love to escape and feast freely in the mortal world. They were always breaching through the walls of the dimensions and into the minds of weak mortals and Angels, twisting them for their own use. Some entities only liked to cause chaos, others were smarter…they whispered into your mind and pulled you towards what they wanted, leaving you sane but with a fatal compulsion to turn against your own.

But Zarion didn’t have a single insane or selfish thought. He made lives easier for the mortals that lived near him. Soon, Aluna began to question her superior; Amonsulo. He was the unofficial head Seraphim.

The only thing Amonsulo had done was warn her that often evils could hide in the farthest reaches of someone’s mind. He had threatened her, telling her bad things happened to Angels that went bad or helped the bad. She never knew that he was using her, planning all along to get rid of her. She was becoming powerful fast and he knew that someday, she would over take his position. He was about as corrupted as any twisted Angel. He framed her, he wanted her to fall for Zarion and for Zarion to make his move on what he really wanted.

She should’ve listened and just backed out of the entire thing then. But she had always been a little rebellious, always partaking in innocent mortal pleasures. The Seraphim adored her and they often looked away and let her have her fun. But she went too far. She fell for the Fallen Zarion and his soft touches, promises, and his gifts of forbidden pleasure.

Aluna thought that she had Fallen in love. She had been enthralled to him. Did everything for him. She fought to revoke his infinite sentence to no avail. So, when he told her that he knew a way to free them both from the Seraphim ruling, she willingly told him that she would do anything to help him.

She had been a god damned fool. She actually believed that he had loved her. He only wanted to use her Seraphim powers and wanted to steal them for himself and the entity he sided with. Instead, it had been a trap. Amonsulo waited for his moment and slaughtered Zarion while he had her bleeding and helpless. You needed Seraphim blood to summon and open a dimension, which he was doing to release his entity.

Amonsulo’s downfall is that he thought that he closed the portal in time before anything could cross over, but the truth was, the entity clung to her and hid itself. She was tried and found guilty of treason. She begged them to repeal her sentence. She even told them that she would give up her Seraphim powers and status, but to leave her an Angel, but they didn’t even listen to her. Amonsulo even had the nerve to smile and laugh at her, saying that he told her so before he whispered in her ear that he had done it all on purpose but no one would believe her if she told anyone.

The Seraphim made a powerful enemy that day. Before they condemned her to earth, they ripped her powers from her body painfully, leaving her only the barest of powers. She screamed for vengeance and the entity knew it’s opportunity had arrived. It spoke to her and offered her a chance to take her revenge and keep her powers. She would become one with the entity and she could do what ever she wanted. The price: it didn’t matter how long it took, but she had to kill Amonsulo, the Seraphim that had damned Aluna and locked the entity away. She almost refused, but she caught the smug look on Amonsulo’s face, his pet Hermes at his side. Hatred entered her eyes right as she agreed.

The Seraphim had been shocked when suddenly their bright world turned pure black as shadows danced around Aluna. Her white wings were tore off and replaced with menacing black ones with long, raven like feathers that wisped in promises of slaughter and death. She embraced her hatred that turned her heart as cold and hard as her wings and as Amonsulo’s eyes. Her powers surged through her; both that of Seraphim and that of something much darker, deadlier. Her pure form twisted into that of a beastly woman of untold beauty. It was like the beauty of a blade; no matter how wonderful and gorgeous it was, it was still cold and unmoving, budging only to stab you and twist in your heart and rip it out.

The Seraphim panicked. She laughed as they Fell her to Earth. She let them believe for centuries that she was able to be controlled and handled. About the only thing that they could do to her would be strip her wings and she would never let them do that. Only Angels had wings and only Angels could strip another of wings, so she guarded them viciously. She created trouble in the mortal world even while doing what she had to do, like killing Demons, Ghouls and Incubi. If they thought that she was controlled, they were mistaken. She was on the wrong side of the playing field for the most part. She never wanted and innocent dead, like Mimz, but she wouldn’t hesitate to kill off most of the Seraphim that had turned their backs to her.

The only thing that controlled her was the past. Her heart couldn’t and wouldn’t ever heal from the betrayal of Zarion.

Aluna leaned over the side of her bed, panting in need. She snatched a tray of needles. Her own internal demons hissed and begged in delight for her addiction as she tore the caps off three syringes. A dangerous amount for even a Seraphim. She stabbed herself in the thigh and injected herself with them, sighing as she was overtaken in a fog of poisoned pleasure.

Chapter 7

“She’s probably sick,” whined Kindel as they climbed up the long, winding steps of the run down apartment building.

“Aluna’s never sick,” Nicole told her lagging friend. “She at least asks us to skip with her and we know she’s home; her car’s outside!” Nicole reached the door right as Brittney knocked on it.

“You’ll see, she’ll answer and you’ll all feel stupid cuz I was right!” Kindel huffed as she plopped herself onto the small platform outside Aluna’s door. She stubbornly played with her golden locks of hair.

When Aluna didn’t answer, Brittney knocked again. She was concerned, Aluna wasn’t ever sick. “Aluna, it’s just us, let us in!” Still, no response. Finally, Brittney tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. She pushed open the door. “Come on you guys,” She motioned for them to follow her inside.

It was a horrible apartment. Brittney could never understand why Aluna lived so poorly. The girl obviously had the money for all of the smokes she bought, not to mention the booze and drugs she drank/took in or out of school. She always was drinking at school, hiding vodka in mountain dew bottles.

Again though, with Aluna being an orphan that ran away from her foster family, it probably wasn’t easy for her to live anywhere, pay for her car and addictions.

“Aluna, its just us, come on, where are you?” Called Nicole as she pushed an empty tequila bottle that was on the floor with her foot. “Damn, this place is a dump. I think that it’s worse than last time! And last time I was attacked by a cat sized rat!”

“Is that mold?” Kindel gaped out in disbelief. They all looked at a nasty stain in the corner of the ceiling. It was most definitely mold, it looked as if someone had taped cheese to the ceiling a year ago and left it to rot.

Brittney wrinkled her nose. She really wished that she strange friend would take care of herself more. But, she sensed that Aluna needed them. And on a strange level, like they all needed Aluna. No one was ever completely comfortable around her, but you always felt safe.

Brittney trudged through the mountains of bottle, can and cigarette butts to reach a spray painted door with large angel wings spreading out in as much malice as grace. Brittney had always told Aluna to get it tattooed onto her back, but she would smile, tight-lipped, and shake her head. “I already have some,” she would say.

Brittney managed to wade the rest of the way to the door and it opened rather smoothly. Brittney guessed that Aluna kept her room more clean than the rest of the house. She squinted into the dark. She would’ve reached for the light switch, except she knew that Aluna didn’t have electricity.

Something shifted ever so slightly on the bed that was in the farthest, darkest corner.

“Aluna?” Brittney stepped into the room cautiously. “Is that you?” There was very little light. All of the windows were boarded up in the bedroom. She fumbled for her cell phone and used the lit up screen for a flash light. She pointed it at the bed.

The light wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to see a nearly dead figure on the bed. A familiar, black haired figure that barely stood five foot.

“Aluna!” Brittney cried in alarm. She raced to her friend. She could barely believe it. Her friend was sweating and clammy, her skin pasty to touch. Her cracked and dried tongue was lolled out of her mouth while incoherent eyes fluttered lightly. She was shaking, as if cold, but she was boiling hot. She was literally steaming, she could see the vapor rise into the air around the woman.

“Oh my god, Brittney, we have to take her to the hospital!” exclaimed Nicole as she caught sight of Aluna.

Kindel wiggled into the room, darting to the bed. “Waz wrong with her?” Kindel asked, her soft green eyes for once focused and concerned about someone other than herself.

Brittney caught sight of a needle and cursed, shifting through the sheets until she managed to unwind two other syringes, all of them empty. “Over dose, she frickin’ over dosed herself!” Brittney could barely contain her fury. She saw a tray hidden under the bed and tanked it out. She found an entire stash of loaded and ready-for-use heroin.

“I thought she had stopped using that stuff,” Nicole frowned. “That shit is dangerous.

“Oh really?” Brittney snapped back sarcastically at her friend’s stating the obvious.

“What do we do? We take her to the hospital, she’ll be arrested, not to mention she doesn’t got any insurance.” Kindel gasped, almost hysterical.

“But if we don’t, she’ll die,” Nicole glared at Kindel. “I’d rather have her alive and breathing.” She grimaced when Aluna rolled to her side. Her thigh was swollen and a discolored green. “We have to take her to the hospital.”

Brittney ignored them completely. She was playing with her cell, thinking. She had to call 911, but years ago, when she had met Aluna in their freshman year, Aluna had said she couldn’t ever go to the hospital. Something to do with how electricity went haywire when she was around. She put her phone away. “We can’t,” She told them regretfully. They gaped at her, both expecting her to side with Nicole. Brittney looked away. “She told me she can’t ever to the hospital.”

Kindel instantly used that to gang up on Nicole, who was yelling at Brittney. Brittney didn’t hear them though, she went over to Aluna. Aluna didn’t seem to recognize her. She only moaned, her tongue slipping out of her mouth again and she weakly groped for anything. Her hand brushed against Brittney’s, but fell to the bed weakly.

They all felt helpless. They couldn’t do anything to help her. Brittney moved to brush hair out of Aluna’s eyes when she notice two shadowy silhouettes shifting about in the farthest corner from them. Startled, she jerked back with a scream. “What the hell?” She exclaimed, looking at them.

They moved into reaching distance of the bed rapidly, but they moved so fluidly that they appeared to be gliding. They looked like they were men, but it was hard to tell in the dark. The shadows of the dark room seemed to cling to them. The tallest of them moved to Aluna’s side, sitting wordlessly on the bed and started to stroke her cheek.

Brittney snapped back to attention. “Hey, get away from her!” She made to move towards them, but the slightly shorter figure looked in her direction. She could clearly make out eyes that -

Her world went black as the others and she fell to the ground, unconscious without warning.
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“Are they unconscious?” Asked the first figure, the one that was stroking Aluna’s cheek.

“Yeah, they won’t remember a thing after I move them back to their houses,” replied the second figure.

“Good. Mortals are such hassles.”

“Is she one of us?”

The first figure nodded. “She is. She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. She’s really strong, but her body’s weak from being in this dimension for so long. It’s going to be soft. Not to mention the continuous exposure to mortal drugs is weakening her.” Long fingers gently traced her cracking lips.

“Can you fix that?” The other figure tentatively outstretched his arm to touch her cheek. He seemed startled at not the burning hotness of her skin, but it’s softness. “Are they all like this? I never had a chance to see that other one before Luc -”

“No, not all. She’s what we need. All I have to do is wake up her entity, it’s been dormant, waiting for it’s taste of justice.” He lifted up the softly moving Fallen. He pressed his wrist to his mouth, as if to kiss his own skin. There was a soft crunch as he bit into his vein and a suckling as he tasted his own blood.

“What are you doing?” Asked the second figure in confusion.

He didn’t get his answer as his partner pressed his lips to Aluna’s. Her throat worked as she automatically swallowed the blood that was flowing into her mouth. Almost instantaneously her fever like state dropped and she drank more and more of the blood hungrily.

After a second, he pulled away, a trail of silver mercury trickling down his lips before he wiped it away. “That’ll do it. Now, she just has to find us.” He laid her onto the bed again and covered her up. She was at peace and calm. He tossed the tray of needles into the air and a light flash covered them. They never hit the ground as they vanished into nothing. He bent down and grabbed Brittney as his friend grabbed the other two females. What he never noticed was a little droplet of blood that fell from his wrist onto Brittney’s mouth. It dripped into her mouth and onto her tongue.

“What is Lucifer find her first?”

“Don’t’ worry about her, she can take care of herself.”