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Antanasia was standing at the front of the class where she taught Anna and little Lydia. The sister of the young angel was just adorable, as was Anna's protectiveness of her was. Calling Anna towards her, she watched the little eight year old skip towards her with Lydia at her side. "Could you wait just outside for your sister, sweetie?" she asked of Lydia, and bouncing her head, Lydia gave a quick look to Anna who also agreed silently, though she left the door slightly open when she left.
"Antanasia? What did you want to talk to me about?" Anna asked
The older angel smiled. Something was pulling at her, something she knew from her dealings with these children, and most especially this one in the past weeks since they'd first met. Something that propelled her to help, but not only help, but to learn. She was eternal. She had always been, and this child was a part of her.
"I made you," she whispered conspiringly, leaning in real close to say it as a big secret to share and tipping Anna on the nose with a smile and a twitch of her own nose that made Anna smile and giggle. "And I'll be on my way," she added reaching down for Anna's hand, which the child quite willingly offered. They had to get Anna back to Lydia, and from there, out the front to where their father Peter was waiting. Peter. Father Peter? A priest! Of the church that held to the angels... not the same angels, but it made sense as to what he'd learnt in his years, and why he wished to help. Something clicked. Something was different. Something had just broken free.
Anna's mouth fell open. "Antanasia, you have wings!" she cried out, and fortunately, it was just the two of them standing together in an empty school corridor. Anna looked ecstatic and about to burst.
"I do," Antanasia answered softly. She had never felt warmer and more accepting of the world that she had been born back into and suddenly, she knew that everything was going to be alright.
Alright... but where was Lydia? She was not standing where Anna and herself had told her to wait.
"Where is my sister?" Anna asked, realising at the same time and looking around.
Antanasia swallowed, stopping to have a good look around them both. They were definitely alone here. As her wings disappeared and her inner glow returned to normal, Antanasia truly began to worry.
"There!" Anna finally called out, and Antanasia turned to look. It was indeed Lydia standing there, but it wasn't her father Peter who was standing right next to her. In fact, it was a younger man, and one Antanasia knew with familiarity as soon as she glimpsed him. That hat tilted to just a certain way and the small smirk he had as he looked down upon the child.
Antanasia opened her mouth to try to call out to him. She had to get Lydia and Anna back to their father, now!
Razvan was not home when Antanasia looked for him thereafter. She checked in every room, and slowly, with every moment of his obvious absence, she began to get a heavy knowing feeling in the pit of her stomach where the uncomfortable feeling had been growing when she had been around him of late.
*********
Razvan had made some sort of excuse to leave the house while Antanasia was working. He'd even walked past her school, and now as the sun set he found himself walking through an alleyway, headed towards Regents Park. There was something dark inside him, which he didn't understand. Something sinister and tainted that wanted to crawl it's way out and Razvan was having a hard time keeping it contained. Everytime he saw Antanasia now he- No, he couldn't think about that. But she was doing it to him. Making him into this...whatever it was.
Just keep walking.
But he could feel it now as the sky faded to a dull gray. The city had a new feeling to it. Fear. And it exhilirated him. There was a bounce in his step as he made his way towards the park. Whatever had caused this aura of terror, he was enjoying it. And that thought was incredibly unnerving. He was supposed to be an angel. Angels did not enjoy fear. Did they?
Dorian the vampire sighed as he turned the corner and caught sight of someone walking towards him. He was going to have to find another alleyway to hunt in, which was not fair. He was hungry. And then he stopped and stared. Something about this bloke...something about him was different. He could feel it.
Razvan glanced at the ner arrival who had wandered in ahead of him and was now staring at him. Razvan stared back and then he finally said, "What are you looking at?" While Razvan did like to be looked at, there was a difference between appreciating an aestetic, and gawking rudely.
Dorian shrugged. "Nothing. Walk on by."
Razvan sneered. "I intended to." He tugged on his coat to straighten it and he passed by the other man with a superior glare which instantly put Dorian's nose out of joint.
Dorian grabbed Razvan's arm and pulled him back, pushing him into the wall. His encounter with the man who killed his brother had him on edge and he needed a little release. No matter what he felt from this ponce, he might as well get a meal from him as well simply because Dorian found him annoying. "On second thought, stick around."
Razvan growled at Dorian and he narrowed his eyes. Something just beneath the surface was screaming as anger built low inside him. "Let me go." Razvan said, trying to remain as gentlemanly as possible to this cretin. This man would not get the better of him. He was obviously trying to scare him and it just wasn't going to work. He tried so hard not to let it work...
"Make me!" Dorian said tauntingly. "Is prettyboy afraid?" Dorian asked, reaching for Razvan's hat. He grabbed it and tossed it aside and then he smirked. That did it.
Razvan's eyes went black. She shoved Dorian hard in the chest, sending Dorian flying back into the brick wall behind him with far more force than he would have imagined possible. "I made you." He said, stooping low to pick up his poor hat. "And I'll be on my way." He put it back on his head, but he was grabbed by Dorian once again and thrown to the ground. The second he connected with the gravel great bloody wings appeared on his back. Something was different. Something had just broken free. Razvan had been waiting for this day for so long!
Dorian's mouth fell open. Wings. Wings like...like he'd once had. So that's what this man was. That was what he had been feeling. This man was now, what Dorian had once been, back when he hadn't needed to drink blood just to live. His face twisted in rage and he dropped down to charge Razvan again.
Razvan picked himself off the ground and he turned slowly to face Dorian. He'd never felt like this before. He was strong. Powerful. In control. He smiled to Dorian and took a step towards him. "I've been very accomodating with you since the moment you blocked my path. But since you insist on throwing me around, I am going to teach you a lesson." Razvan reached out with one of his wings and he knocked Dorian against the wall easily. Dorian groaned and Razvan paused and grinned, relishing the pain that flowed from this pitiful creature. He looked over at his wing and saw it for the first time.
It was black.
He was a demon... How could this happen!? Had his family lied to him?
Razvan bent down, dragging Dorian to his feet and pinning him to the wall. "I've had enough of upstarts like you. You're not contributing to this city, you're a parasite. You're disgusting." Razvan punched Dorian in the ribs but he held him fast against the wall. "But you do have some use." He felt for this creature's soul, something he knew Demons were supposed to do...and found nothing. Not a thing. "Hah! You're empty! You are nothing!" Razvan sneered, tossing Dorian aside easily. "Don't forget who taught you." Razvan tipped his hat as his wings disappeared and his eyes returned to their normal colour. He set off into the park. He wanted to tell Ana what had happened, but that could wait until morning.
The city called to him, and he had a score to settle with it.
"Antanasia? What did you want to talk to me about?" Anna asked
The older angel smiled. Something was pulling at her, something she knew from her dealings with these children, and most especially this one in the past weeks since they'd first met. Something that propelled her to help, but not only help, but to learn. She was eternal. She had always been, and this child was a part of her.
"I made you," she whispered conspiringly, leaning in real close to say it as a big secret to share and tipping Anna on the nose with a smile and a twitch of her own nose that made Anna smile and giggle. "And I'll be on my way," she added reaching down for Anna's hand, which the child quite willingly offered. They had to get Anna back to Lydia, and from there, out the front to where their father Peter was waiting. Peter. Father Peter? A priest! Of the church that held to the angels... not the same angels, but it made sense as to what he'd learnt in his years, and why he wished to help. Something clicked. Something was different. Something had just broken free.
Anna's mouth fell open. "Antanasia, you have wings!" she cried out, and fortunately, it was just the two of them standing together in an empty school corridor. Anna looked ecstatic and about to burst.
"I do," Antanasia answered softly. She had never felt warmer and more accepting of the world that she had been born back into and suddenly, she knew that everything was going to be alright.
Alright... but where was Lydia? She was not standing where Anna and herself had told her to wait.
"Where is my sister?" Anna asked, realising at the same time and looking around.
Antanasia swallowed, stopping to have a good look around them both. They were definitely alone here. As her wings disappeared and her inner glow returned to normal, Antanasia truly began to worry.
"There!" Anna finally called out, and Antanasia turned to look. It was indeed Lydia standing there, but it wasn't her father Peter who was standing right next to her. In fact, it was a younger man, and one Antanasia knew with familiarity as soon as she glimpsed him. That hat tilted to just a certain way and the small smirk he had as he looked down upon the child.
Antanasia opened her mouth to try to call out to him. She had to get Lydia and Anna back to their father, now!
Razvan was not home when Antanasia looked for him thereafter. She checked in every room, and slowly, with every moment of his obvious absence, she began to get a heavy knowing feeling in the pit of her stomach where the uncomfortable feeling had been growing when she had been around him of late.
*********
Razvan had made some sort of excuse to leave the house while Antanasia was working. He'd even walked past her school, and now as the sun set he found himself walking through an alleyway, headed towards Regents Park. There was something dark inside him, which he didn't understand. Something sinister and tainted that wanted to crawl it's way out and Razvan was having a hard time keeping it contained. Everytime he saw Antanasia now he- No, he couldn't think about that. But she was doing it to him. Making him into this...whatever it was.
Just keep walking.
But he could feel it now as the sky faded to a dull gray. The city had a new feeling to it. Fear. And it exhilirated him. There was a bounce in his step as he made his way towards the park. Whatever had caused this aura of terror, he was enjoying it. And that thought was incredibly unnerving. He was supposed to be an angel. Angels did not enjoy fear. Did they?
Dorian the vampire sighed as he turned the corner and caught sight of someone walking towards him. He was going to have to find another alleyway to hunt in, which was not fair. He was hungry. And then he stopped and stared. Something about this bloke...something about him was different. He could feel it.
Razvan glanced at the ner arrival who had wandered in ahead of him and was now staring at him. Razvan stared back and then he finally said, "What are you looking at?" While Razvan did like to be looked at, there was a difference between appreciating an aestetic, and gawking rudely.
Dorian shrugged. "Nothing. Walk on by."
Razvan sneered. "I intended to." He tugged on his coat to straighten it and he passed by the other man with a superior glare which instantly put Dorian's nose out of joint.
Dorian grabbed Razvan's arm and pulled him back, pushing him into the wall. His encounter with the man who killed his brother had him on edge and he needed a little release. No matter what he felt from this ponce, he might as well get a meal from him as well simply because Dorian found him annoying. "On second thought, stick around."
Razvan growled at Dorian and he narrowed his eyes. Something just beneath the surface was screaming as anger built low inside him. "Let me go." Razvan said, trying to remain as gentlemanly as possible to this cretin. This man would not get the better of him. He was obviously trying to scare him and it just wasn't going to work. He tried so hard not to let it work...
"Make me!" Dorian said tauntingly. "Is prettyboy afraid?" Dorian asked, reaching for Razvan's hat. He grabbed it and tossed it aside and then he smirked. That did it.
Razvan's eyes went black. She shoved Dorian hard in the chest, sending Dorian flying back into the brick wall behind him with far more force than he would have imagined possible. "I made you." He said, stooping low to pick up his poor hat. "And I'll be on my way." He put it back on his head, but he was grabbed by Dorian once again and thrown to the ground. The second he connected with the gravel great bloody wings appeared on his back. Something was different. Something had just broken free. Razvan had been waiting for this day for so long!
Dorian's mouth fell open. Wings. Wings like...like he'd once had. So that's what this man was. That was what he had been feeling. This man was now, what Dorian had once been, back when he hadn't needed to drink blood just to live. His face twisted in rage and he dropped down to charge Razvan again.
Razvan picked himself off the ground and he turned slowly to face Dorian. He'd never felt like this before. He was strong. Powerful. In control. He smiled to Dorian and took a step towards him. "I've been very accomodating with you since the moment you blocked my path. But since you insist on throwing me around, I am going to teach you a lesson." Razvan reached out with one of his wings and he knocked Dorian against the wall easily. Dorian groaned and Razvan paused and grinned, relishing the pain that flowed from this pitiful creature. He looked over at his wing and saw it for the first time.
It was black.
He was a demon... How could this happen!? Had his family lied to him?
Razvan bent down, dragging Dorian to his feet and pinning him to the wall. "I've had enough of upstarts like you. You're not contributing to this city, you're a parasite. You're disgusting." Razvan punched Dorian in the ribs but he held him fast against the wall. "But you do have some use." He felt for this creature's soul, something he knew Demons were supposed to do...and found nothing. Not a thing. "Hah! You're empty! You are nothing!" Razvan sneered, tossing Dorian aside easily. "Don't forget who taught you." Razvan tipped his hat as his wings disappeared and his eyes returned to their normal colour. He set off into the park. He wanted to tell Ana what had happened, but that could wait until morning.
The city called to him, and he had a score to settle with it.
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