Efilia Partrice, Amen. (Eva) [pg 13]

[cassiel]

The day was cloudy, the sky overcast and almost foreboding as it passed over Chimera Academy. Cassiel Sat in the stone garden, his eyes fixed on the sky above him, he contemplated the thought of flying up above the clouds and flying away. Something kept him anchored in his spot as he looked, knowing that his thoughts were almost blasphemy to his Father who told him nothing. He wondered if this was how humans felt when they talked to God, forgotten, tired, angry, un-trustworthy.


His eyes didnt blink as he watched the clouds roll along the skyline, small rain drops hit his clothes as he sat. The white turning almost transparent because of the water pelting his clothes on and off, he felt the presence of others not to far off. He could sense the emotions in them, he kept them to the side not paying attention. He sat strait, his legs directly in front of him bent and strait. He felt slightly uncomfortable on the large stone seat in the garden, his eyes trailed over the rose bushes and other plants surrounding him. He could sense their yearning for the water dropping from the sky, nature had a one track mind which made it easy to manipulate and control. Fire and water were almost the same if studied in a broad spectrum, he pondered his thinkings for a moment and noted the use of fire and water together as one entity. The practice wasn't as uncommon as he thought, he knew others who melded different elements skillfully why shouldn't he try one that wasn't widely used. He put the thought on the after burner in his mind, the small droplets of rain stopped for a moment before continuing.


He looked at the water in the fountain and watched the small drops hit the surface and create hundreds of ripples on its edge. A hand outstretched to the water, Cassiel didnt have to try hard to get the water to extend up and out to his hand. He pulled away a handfull of water and sent the rest back into the fountain, he twirled the water skillfully around his hands. Making figure eights and shapes he could recognize easily, his use of magic hadnt dwindled when he fell to earth. He noticed his fingers then, he sent the ball of water showering over the roses with a flick of his wrist. His hands came to his face as he noticed no creases in the skin, he saw no fingerprints and no scars as he studied them. He stood and walked to the fountain, he kneeled down and looked into the water.


The rain stopped him from seeing the reflection, he touched his finger to the water and it stopped immediately. He could see himself then, his eyes were deep set, his mouth hard and small, his eyes gold shone in the reflection but held no emotion as he could tell. He couldnt stop himself, he stood quickly and sent a fist into the stone fountain, cracking it and sending the top half to the ground. He was furious, or what seemed to be fury and anger, he was tired of waiting, tired of watching. He knew his connection to his Father had been severed completely by the magic surrounding the school and it had made him angry, he wanted to be free, to be human and have feelings like they did. He would trade the divine structure and power for the feelings and the sense of a given free will. He remembered then

Heaven shone brightly that Century as mankind first came to the world and sown its prospering seeds in the garden of Eden, the Sepherium chanted and sang for the first rays of human kind. One angel watched with scrutiny and bold defiance as he spoke out against the angels bowing to the human race as its superiors, this angel was Lucifer. Lucifer then went to earth (Fell of his own accord) to temp Eve with the apple of The Tree of Life. He succeeded in his efforts and was forever banished and confined to the pits of hell, 1/3 of all the angels joined him down on earth beneath the world and forever tormented for betraying God. The Angels were known as 'The Fallen Ones.' or to be better known as Demons. They gained free will in their falling as they sat in hell forever agonizing, they lost their divine power but had gained something just as terrifying. The hundreds of thousands of years spent in hell had given them time to create a magic unknown to both Heaven and Earth, this magic was dark magic. Heaven could sense the rise of power from hell and immediatly sent the most proven angels to fight this new found power, the war for earth started then and continues to this day.

Cassiel looked at the wreckage he had caused and stood deep in thought over the story replaying in his head, fallen angels gained free will but lost their divinity but gained things just as powerful as heavens most deadly weapon... Himself. Arch Angels were the weapon of God, his most trusted sword and shield against evil, he was created to serve and protect. He spoke out loud softly so only he could hear

"Who am I protecting?" He stood with his head bowed, the rain came down a little harder then as he stood. His hair and face dripped the clear substance from his skin, his clothes were still rather dry as he stood but were continuing to become wet and soggy.

[areyna]

Chapter 7. Eva gently flipped the flimsy page quickly reading the last bit of words before she continued to the other side. She slowed her pace soaking in the words emitting from the novel. She smiled with satisfaction as each paragraph pulled her deeper into the story. She saw every character vividly in her mind’s eye, witnessed their life and felt their emotions. The vicarious experience was pleasing. She adored reading and those who chose to share their gifts. She adored everyone. No matter whom they were. All and every living creature deserved a little love and benevolence through her belief. Eva refocused on the novel when a dark spot appeared on the page. She blinked for a second till another landed elsewhere then its companion descending on her check rolling off her chin.

She closed Shades of Blue hiding the book under her shirt, protecting it from the rain. She should have brought that bag but she wasn’t expecting the rain. Eva raised her head to the heavens gazing at the microscopic water droplets chilling her flesh, soaking her long golden hair. Rain was beautiful. The reason for rain was beautiful. Natures drink quenching the thirst of her children, encouraging growth and attraction, cooling the earth from the sun’s scorching rays. Thunder rolled from the distance invading the soothing hush falling from above. Eva stood up and walked toward a crowd of bushes. Unharmed droplets clung to their leaves while some dripped onto bright red roses. She could almost feel the relief emitting from each flower as the weather brought such good fortune upon them. She cradled one of the delicate roses in her hand stroking its petals tenderly. She supported another noticing a circle of decay infecting the rose’s petals snatching it life. Running a finger across the dying portion a red hue began to overtake the decay stitching its soft skin together till it looked like a fresh bloomed rose.

“There little one,” She whispered. “You’re healthy once more. Death shall not bother you today.”

She murmured a quick prayer of thanks for the creation around her to her Father in Heaven. Clutching the book inside her shirt she glances at the sky as if she could still see Him. She couldn’t pinpoint the magic separating them but she knew He still heard her even if He didn’t respond. Nothing could hurt her faith. She stood there for a few peaceful solid moments letting the rain drench her clothes, engulf her body, until a noise rumbled through the air. Eva stared into the direction of the sound. She felt it then, the presence of another, the presence of one like her. She ambled curiously to the being following a small path running in the same direction. She saw him. He stood in front of the fountain staring at his reflection as if trying to figure himself out. All he did was stare. Eva stepped a little closer to him accidentally dropping her novel as it slipped from her fingers. She bent down hastily stuffing it back under her shirt while its slightly damped cover rubbed against her skin. How could she remain unnoticed after her clumsy little act? Hugging the book tighter her genuine smile formed its shape from her lips.

“Hello.” She said sweetly removing her wet bangs that stuck to her face.

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White wandered around, not specifically going anywhere, and not specifically enjoying his trip to the school. He hated it here, truthfully. Bunch of freaks running around wild with Crane's supervision... It must be a madhouse here, because god forbid Crane own up and run anything actively.

And White had heard the freaks were getting more and more problematic too. A bunch of bad eggs had settled down to torture the rest of 'em. Must be pretty shaky around here. Already, he'd noticed a lot of kids staring him down - although that could just be because he wasn't a kid. Far from it.

Even the sixty year old teenagers that ran around this place were kids compared to him. Probably came with the whole vampire thing. He had to be the oldest guy in the room...

"Stop."

It sounded a lot like a voice, but it didn't quite sound right. More like the voice you'd hear on a cell phone. Obviously the voice was a person's, but no matter how crystal clear that quality got, you could still hear the technology corroding the sound of the person's voice - making it just the pitch and just the tone, but for some odd reason still wrong. Still lacking.

This voice was a hell of a lot like that, and it came from behind him. White listened to the voice and stopped. He knew better. A second later, something big and nasty looking crawled up next to him. He really didn't know what it was - you never did, did you? - but it wasn't one of Crane's little freaks and it wasn't alive.

It just moved and talked and pointed something dangerous looking at him.

"Section three, paragraph seven of the Academy Charter. No vampire unenrolled by the school may have access to its grounds and/or vicinity. Failure to comply with these rules will result in immediate termination, pending investigation into the incident."

White tilted his head slightly, then held something up at the big ugly thing. The pointy appendage it was holding to him dropped.

"Appropriate authorization card accepted." The voice seemed to waver then, changing in consistency from a prerecorded sound to a more human tone. This tone, however non recorded it was, still wasn't very inviting.

"Don't break the rules of visitation, Sir Cornelius White. We're monitoring your position..."

"**** off," the vampire growled. The thing made a funny kind of snorting/snarling noise at him, then skittered away, seeming to dissolve into the air as it did. White shoved the plastic laminated card back into his pocket and took out a cigarette, just putting it into his mouth but not lighting it. He ground the cigarette between his teeth.

Damn rules... If he wasn't here for a good reason...

White continued to amble along, dreading the thought that the cloud coverage might break up at any moment and leave him in the midmorning sunlight. Not that he had to worry about bursting into flame, but as a general rule he stayed away from harsh light.

Bad for the complexion.

While wandering along, seemingly without any direction, he took a detour from wherever it was he was going into the gardens. There were trees there. Trees were shady. As soon as he got there though, he noticed a few things about the location. First, it was occupied, and second, one of the occupants had trashed a fountain.

Fun. White, for reasons that could neither be explained or understood by anyone other than himself, decided to check it out. He did hate Crane's kids, and he did have absolutely no curiosity about the situation happening, but regardless, he walked right up to the two apparently just meeting and threw in his two cents.

"Someone needs a drink," the nonchalant observation stood as a greeting, White rolling the unlit cigarette from the left to the right side of this mouth as he spoke.

[cassiel]

Cassiel had stood looking down at the water and his own self reflection, he was to deep in thought to notice a spirit like his own enter the vicinity. Then he heard it, a soft thud of a book falling to the ground. He looked up quickly as was taken aback by the figure in front of him, it was an angel... like himself only she seemed to be much more compassionate in her soft demeanor, he listened to her utter one word to him as she stood with her book covered by her shirt. Cassiel stared without truly thinking about his manners, he blinked once... then twice before speaking his own one word

"Hello.."He replied back, his gold eyes watching the girl, she had a smile on her face. He couldn't tell what she was feeling, not like she could with the creatures and humans of this world. He knew she was an angel, was she a sign? Was she here to stop his blasphemy? No, she seemed much to kind and good willed for anything close to that, he just realized then that he was still staring. He shook his head lightly and stood strait turning his full attention to the girl with the book, he spoke softly

"What do they call you sister?" He used sister in a fashion unlike people would, he used sister to acknowledge that she was one of his kind and he hers. He added to his question quickly introducing himself

"I am Cassiel." he offered s small bow of his head and a small smile, he had never seen this girl before, he couldn't recognize her spirit from anywhere in heaven. He shoved aside the thought figuring he would soon enough find out where she came from, the rain had stopped but the sky stayed overcast and dark. He stopped then as he felt one more presence enter the area, his eyes went to it immediately. He could tell right away the person was inhuman, there was no aura of life surrounding this one. He listened to his voice as he told them that Cassiel needed a drink, he scowled openly at the creature. The creature was a leech, a vampire, soulless creatures of the night feeding off the blood of humans. His stance changed then, he faced the vampire and spoke blatantly

"Why do you deem it necessary to enter our presence leech."he spoke the last word with malice and discontent, he didn't know who the vampire was or why he was here but he didn't intend to let him live long enough to tell him.

[ωΘĿƒ]

White, having been around the block a few times, and having been a vampire a bit longer than that, didn't even notice the derogatory name comment. It came with the territory. As being one of the only creatures in mythology to have once been a human and is still - in many ways - a human (among other things...) he was pretty used to the fear and loathing. Or maybe hatred. Malice. Dislike. Concern. General need to skewer with pointy pieces of wood.

Yeah. Got it. He was very well hated. Kinda got old after a while. Then it just faded into normal conversation, same as "how are you today?" or "what's up?"

White nodded absentmindedly, taking the unlit cigarette from his mouth and staring at it sadly. Damn, he should have had one before he came.

"Whoa there, sparky... Keep it in your pants. This ain't no ****ing match."

He was getting a general vibe of righteous anger and violence from the big nasty guy. The kind that usually came with fighting. Well, that was all fine and stuff, but he wasn't in the fighting mood. He was, however, in the mood to guess species; and judging by the dialogue between the two so far and sparky's reaction to him, he would guess one of his most unfavorite races.

Angels. White winged bastards... but he thought Crane didn't like dicking around with the higher beings? Hmm. Must be cut off.

An angel cut off from god? Now that was an interesting predicament, wasn't it?

"Anyways, Cassiel" he said it with his usual lackluster demeanor, only adding a hint of sarcasm to the angel's pretty, girly name. "I was tryin' to be nice. Haven't heard of manners from the patch of clouds you fat, lazy cherubs come from?"

Again, it was said without any malice liken to that of the angel. White wasn't all that interested in ****ing the guy off, but it was worth mentioning in passing his dislike of such creatures as Cassiel. Showed they were on equal ground in the hating department, but he wouldn't hold it against the guy.

He was a nice guy. He wasn't going to mince words with an angel. Far from it. He was still going to be goddamn polite.

Looking at the other one - angel too he figured - White just smiled a sweet, friendly old smile at the young girl.

"Pardon the language, missy. The name's White. It's a pleasure."

[areyna]

The angel’s simple glance formed into a puzzled slightly astonished expression as he noticed her, fully noticed her. He stared at her as if her presence was too surreal for him. He stared as if the prolonged look would prove her existence; that she wouldn’t vanish into thin air in a blink of an eye. Eva’s already rounded lips twitched, fighting from growing wider while she gazed back at him. What, has he never seen an angel before? As though her thoughts were heard by him the gentlemen blinked hit with reality once more. He returned her greeting still fixated on her. His emotion faded from confusion to a more inquisitive look. She could tell he was trying to piece something together, to make sense of the questions circling his mind. Seeming to stray from his thoughts he asked for her name in a quite polite manor. This alone kept the remaining smile present.

His name is Cassiel as he quickly introduced. A fairly uncommon name yet an elegant one all the same. Eva opened her mouth prepared to privileged him with her name till another voice masked over her small tone. In unison the two angels turned their attention to who spoke in the silent air. Cassiel’s calm expressions shifted into a hostile appearance filled with hatred. Eva sensed it, the soulless creature standing before her. Her eyes flickered from vampire to angel incessantly while tension surely grew. Cassiel spat acidic insults toward the vampire diving deeper into a malevolent mindset the longer the creature stood there.

The man actually took to her fellow angel’s insults quite well rather he was bored of them. He messed with the unlit cigarette seeing as it was far more entertaining before retracting the unhealthy cylinder to make room for his smart aleck response. Though his calm voice resided as if all this was just some silly little game. Finally, the vampire took notice of Eva probably weary of messing with Cassiel. He apologized for his previous behavior introducing himself as White. Eva nodded slipping the book out from beneath her shirt once she realized the rain ceased. Releasing one of her arms from the hold she brought her arm up a little waving slowly.

“Pleasure to meet you too sir, excuse me, White. As for me, I am Eva.”

At this rate she was speaking to the both of them though her focused conveyed more towards White. She migrated closer to Cassiel hoping her close proximity wouldn’t set an uneasy or uncomfortable trigger. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder revealing that genuine smile again to further expel her reassurance in hopes to calm him down a little. Yes, she stayed away from violence as best as she could. No, she was not a wimp; she just believed there are better ways to handle situation and even though the creature was considered controversial to her kind this fact alone failed to set her off the edge. She judged not till the rightful time came. Gripping the book in both hands she flipped a couple loose bangs away from her heterochromic eyes before speaking up.

“Well, then, what has brought you two to venture into nature today?” Obviously, she was trying to spark harmless conversation though in all truth she felt a little awkward. Just another human like trait. There was that smile again.

[cassiel]

Cassiel's hard glare abandoned the vampire White, his uninterest in having a conversation with White was openly noticeable. He would not keep his discern for the creature under cold wraps, his disdain for the soulless creature was light compared to some of the other creatures he had met in the school. He spoke plainly without malice to the vampire

"Manners are for the civil, not the abominations that stain this planet White." He didn't bother to look at he creature as he tossed his monotoned insult at him, he could sense unease around as his eyes swung to the girl named Eva who seemed to find no discord in conversing with the soulless pest. She had shifted her position and he felt her hand placed on his shoulder, his head turned slowly as a look of deep concern passed his face but was immediately shadowed, he held a sad somber look as he looked at Eva. Something about her action ceased his uneasy and restless mind, his thoughts of riding the planet of the vampire who called himself 'White'. He spoke genuinely soft as she was close and would be able to hear

"Destiny and clouded thoughts brought me to this spot today, I think.... I was meant to be here." He brought his eyes to hers but quickly turned his attention, she was carrying a book of some sort his eyes scanned it robotically. Something was odd about the book but he wasn't going to ask in the company of the vampire, his head turned up as he looked at the sky above him.


Tranquility moved through him, he kept his features stone as he thought to himself. He had met another angel, someone of his kind that seemed to have a purpose or rather; more faith in their Father than he did. Eva seemed empathetic and merciful in her demeanor, she didn't seem to judge between black and white, or good and evil. She seemed like the kind who waited for their actions to prove their guilt or innocence, he remembered when he was one of that kind. He would wait and watch for the guilty to prove their true misdeeds before acting, now he knew better.


He knew now how to tell good from evil and who played into the grey area's in between, White of course wasn't truly evil but was close because of the lack of soul he had and the drinking of human blood to survive and satisfy his own end of means. Rather more of a dark grey but still was a threat to humanity, some of the creatures he had met would not change and would continue to create havoc and death while they still lived. Something had to be done in order to stop them, and as far as he was concerned... He was the answer..

He made no move to the vampire, he stood stone still he would wait. He knew the vampire would be much smarter than to cause any trouble around him if he valued his soulless life, but still some creatures and things weren't to smart. His head came down, it turned slightly to watch the fountain spit out water through the broken opening at the top and dribble down into the fountains pool once more. He let his anger and want to destroy the evil entity bubble beneath the surface of his exterior, he only needed a reason.

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White nodded, kindly at the girly as she introduced herself. Well wasn't that a sight. Two walks of the same kinda critter. Obviously he was biased towards the one that wasn't snarling at him. Didn't think he'd ever seen one that didn't hate him, actually.

Hmm. That was kinda odd.

"I'm sorry, dear," he said then, first looking from the growling brute to the small, shy girl. "But ya don't happen to have a pair of wings like this guy, do ya?"

It was very rare if ever that White got to being curious. He wasn't really. Never was. Except now. Why? Well, **** it was just such a strange thought. Somethin' holy that didn't hate him. Not that he minded the glares and threats; but without them it made him a bit suspicious. As a fact, the only people that didn't hate vampires were about as grizzly as them or didn't give a ****. Eva wasn't either.

Regarding Cassiel's comment, White seemed not to hear it. Or maybe he had ignored it? It was hard to tell sometimes, and it could be any number of things, from he genuinely wasn't paying attention to the man, having found him damn rude and not worth the trouble; or something more like he wasn't interested in having a spat with somethin' so bloodthirsty.

White chuckled, replacing the unlit cigarette to its rightful place.

"Oh well I'm headed to the dorms to massacre a couple a kids before going back to sleep. Mid-morning snack."

He chuckled again, more loudly this time, but it wasn't something meant to be sinister. It was just a laugh. Simple as that.

"...I'm running an errand."

Glancing up briefly at the sky, White noticed that the thick swathe of clouds had thinned out some. Squinting his eyes slightly, he went back to facing the two before him. Damn. Why the hell couldn't he do this at night again? Oh right... ****er Coyle.... Someone needed to leash that guy.

Of course White didn't burst into flame when the sun came out. Could already see that wasn't the case. But it didn't matter how much or how little the light actually affected him. Still gave him the ****ing creeps to be out here at this hour... And it didn't help that he had a chop-happy angel in front of him. He couldn't read the guy's mind - they always were shielded for some reason - but he was aware, however much he was indifferent towards him, that he had one thought in his holy little skull.

He was waiting for White to do somethin' stupid. Well, wasn't that convenient. He wasn't any grand, crazy murderer like Coyle. He wasn't even a sneaky bastard like Hendrix. He just was. He didn't start ****, he wasn't involved in it, and he damn well wasn't planning some evil, diabolical plot against all things good and sacred right now. And Cassy could tell too, if he was one of those empathic angels. White didn't hide his thoughts because he didn't give a damn who knew what he was thinking.

He'd much rather a light than a way to kill the angel anyways...