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Chapter One- Vampire

Heavy rain beat the hard and cracked concrete path that snaked by the forest. Occasionally a car would go by on the hard black road, headlights cutting through the downpour like bright knives. The car itself moved slowly on the wet road, throwing water onto the path. Bare feet splashed through the puddles; the skin was unnaturally pale, almost as pale as death.

They belonged to a boy, no older than sixteen. He had short, wavy black hair that sat atop his head neatly, and ice blue eyes. His skin was so pale people would have thought he was dead; If they could see him. He was drenched from the heavy rain, his ragged black shirt and trackpants sticking to his skinny body. A briefcase was held tight in his hand. In the briefcase? Blood. Animal blood.

Abrariel looked around at his surroundings, he knew it must be cold, but he couldn't feel it. That was one of the advantages of being dead. Well, somewhat dead. He didn't have a heartbeat, or breath. Walking around at night was one of the disadvantages, he was a Vampire; he had been since he was six. Another disadvantage? His only food source was blood, he couldn't have anything else, he needed blood to survive.

At the thought of blood, he felt his needlepoint fangs prick his bottom lip, leaving where they were sheathed in his upper gum. He felt his stomach rumble with hunger and looked down at the tattered briefcase he held in his hand, watching it thump lightly against his right leg. He knew the people he once called Mother and Father had at least had the care to give him some food, but he knew there wouldn't be enough to make it through the night.

He stopped walking and placed the case on the ground, careful not to put it directly in a puddle of rainwater. He flipped the locks on the briefcase up and opened the lid. Inside the case were three, small bottles of blood. The bottles were no larger than the olden-day milk bottles, definitely not enough to make it through the night. Sighing, Abrariel took one of the bottles out, eyeing the deep crimson-colored blood with hungry eyes. He took the lid off the bottle, and took a sip, he gaged but forced the blood down. Lamb's blood. His parents knew he hated lamb's blood, it seems they wanted to spite him more. But still, food is food and Abrariel was famished. He started drinking, he knew he should run on rations, if he did, he might make it through the night without having to kill anything or anyone. As these thoughts went through his head, he realized he was already halfway through the second bottle, the first lying empty at his side. Normally, three bottles of this size were a meal for him, enough to fill him up for a few hours. He finished the bottle and looked hungrily at the last. He tried to fight the urge and failed, snatching the battle from the case. As he drank, he thought of his parents, his tribe, and how he had been abandoned.

***

"Where are we going, Mother? Father?" Abrariel asked as he watched the trees grow in numbers around them as twilight set in.

"We're just going out for the night," his father answered slowly, he seemed to have searched for the right words.

Abrariel looked at the briefcase next to him. Why did they bring such a small bag if they were going out for the night? And why hadn't he been tagged, like his parents? When a Vampire left the lair, they were tagged with a shiny bronze clip to track where they went, if a family left, they were all tagged, no matter what. So, where was his tag? He knew their leader wouldn't be happy when he found out.

Abrariel looked back out the car window, there were trees on all sides now, black against the darkening sky. They had never traveled this far out of the city, Abrariel wasn't even sure of what way they went to get here. Their leader didn't let any Vampire of his tribe leave the city unless he gave permission at the doors. Suddenly scared, Abrariel looked at his parents. They were white like ghosts, his mother had short brown hair, and his father had ginger hair, nearly shoulder length. They were not his birth parents, Abrariel knew this. His leader had killed him and put him in the ground to be reborn, but his parents had given him his first feed of blood.

"Mother, Father, where are we going?" He asked pushing the memories away, but his parents didn't answer him.

"Mother? Father?" Abrariel's voice was slightly panicked, "why won't you answer me?"

His mother pulled the car over, to the path and trees. "Out!" She said.

Abrariel didn't move, she had never spoken to him like that. In the ten years he had known her, her voice was always gentle when directed at him. Now, however, it was cold as ice, there was none of the love he was used to in it. He felt fear rise in his throat.

"Out!" His mother repeated, Abrariel got slowly out of the old silver car, and his father thrusted the case into his arms and shut the door with a bang. Abrariel saw what was happening.

"Wait!" He cried, "you can't leave me here! Jeremiah-"

"Won't care," his father finished in a tone that Abrariel had never heard.

"What do you mean?" He asked in a rasping voice, fear gripping his still heart like claws of ice.

"We're leaving you here, alone, you're not needed or wanted. Jeremiah agrees," his mother's voice was ice.

"B-but I'm your son! You love me!" Abrariel stammered in disbelief and fear.

"You were never our son, we never loved you, and you won't be seeing us again," his mother wound the window up, stopping Abrariel from saying more.

The old silver car sped off, tires squealing on the tarmac, leaving him alone in the dark and gloomy forest as the rain started to fall.

***

Abrariel threw the now empty glass bottle away from him in anger. It smashed into a million little pieces that glittered like stars in the headlights of a passing car. He clenched his hands into tight fists, he had thought they loved him, thought they cared, turns out they didn't, no one had, and he guessed no one would. He picked up the two still-intact bottles and put them back in the case before he continued walking, he tried not to think about what would happen when he got hungry again. Despite himself, Abrariel felt despair rise in his chest. He was scared! So scared! He had never been this alone before. Even when he roamed the city streets at night, he had always had a safe place to return to, now, he didn't know where to go.

Raziel tossed and turned in his bed, his sun-kissed brown wings dull with lack of sleep. He looked out his window and drew his eyes to the moon in its clear, inky black sky. Midnight Angels would fly tonight, lighting up the stars and filling the sky with peace. Raziel was a Life Angel, one of only a handful. His kind was slowly becoming less and less with the chances of a Midnight Angel birthing one becoming even slimmer. Even then, Raziel's kind's chances of becoming pregnant were also slim. Raziel had only ever carried one child, a child that was never born, and his chances of becoming pregnant again were slim to none. It didn't matter how badly he wanted a child, a family, the numbers didn't get any bigger, and that hurt, there was no way he could go all eternity without having a family, it would kill him.

He threw the covers off and sat up, ruffling his wings as he did so, he needed water, needed to clear his head. He walked across his moonlit room, the bookcase and dresser visible in silver light. He opened his door and walked the short distance to the kitchen, he had a large house, family-sized with three bedrooms all with their own toilets, and one bathroom for everyone to use. There was a large living room with soft green sofas across from the kitchen. The kitchen itself was the smallest room, but it was still big. The counter doing an L around the room and stopping at the stove and fridge, an island in the middle of the room with four barstools around it. Raziel headed to one of the cupboards and got a glass out, he then went to the sink and filled the glass with Heaven's clear, pure water.

A stabbing pain.

Raziel dropped the glass and it shattered on the floor. He clutched his chest in agony as the pain faded to a consistent throb, his head bent towards the sink as tears stung his eyes. He placed a shaking hand on the cold silver edge of the sink, he was no Guardian Angel, but he couldn't help but feel as though something was calling him. He straightened and went to the front door of his house, the pain in his chest continued, pulling him to the source. He opened the door, making the glass pane on the top shine with moonlight, he shut it before spreading his wings wide, the light coming back to him, making the wings shine with suns and stars. He brought them down hard and rose with terrifying speed into the sky, his long silver hair blowing in the wind, his butter-colored robes flattened to his body.

He flew forwards towards the golden Gates, then he dived, the wind lashing his face and making tears spring to his green eyes as he flew down like a comet or a sharp arrow, following the pull in his heart. It wouldn't take him long to get where he needed to go.

***

A forest coming from a city, the tops of the trees turned silver with the bright moonlight, a single black river of road ran through it, a thin path next to it, running like a grey snake. Raziel looked through the lashing rain he had just noticed was there, it hadn't been a minute ago. A rain cloud going down its path, Raziel ignored it. The pull in his chest was stronger, he was close.

There!

Movement on the snaking path, a boy from what Raziel could see. But the way he walked seemed familiar. Raziel dived slowly as he thought about the boy's stealthy movements.

Vampire.

Raziel hovered for a few minutes, debating what to do. The pull in his chest led him here, to this boy. He slowed landed on the creaked pavement, feeling the boy stop dead in his tracks, his eyes boring into Raziel.

Abrariel looked at the being in front of him. An Angel. He had been told about them in myths. They were delicate, like Elves. Things of goodness, never doing any Sin, also not one's to get dirty. They had powers that could heal or kill, or both. Abrariel eyed the Angel in front of him, he eyed the Angel's tattered and dirty robe that was the colour of butter, clearly this Angel didn't mind getting dirty. He moved his gaze up, taking in what he could of the Angel's appearance. He spotted a tattoo, a brand more like, on the Angel's left hand, it marked a Sin he had committed, Abrariel moved his eyes from it. The Angel had honey-colored skin, long silver hair, and bright green eyes. His wings were sun-kissed brown and illuminating the area around them with the glow of the suns and stars scattered across the feathers.

Abrariel braced himself, clenching his fists and giving the Angel a hard stare. "What do you want?" He asked in a low growl.

The Angel didn't seem shocked at his tone. "I felt something pull me to you. You're a long way from home, aren't you?" He asked in an unthreatening tone, still, Abrariel didn't trust him.

"What's it to you?" He asked.

"Vampires don't normally go this far from home, are you lost?" The Angel asked.

"...Abandoned."

The Angel seems shocked, or that's what Abrariel guessed the look meant.

"I can give you somewhere to stay."

The offer shocked the Vampire, an Angel offering him shelter? It was a trick, had to be. A gateway to Hell, he said nothing, just glared at the Angel.

"I guess you have no food? I can give you some, it won't be hard to get blood in Heaven, we have butchers too," The Angel pressed, shocking Abrariel more.

"I don't trust you," Abrariel muttered.

"I can see that," The reply was simple, "but you might not have a choice, it's almost dawn."

Abrariel stiffened, he had forgotten about time. Rain or not, he would burn to ashes if he didn't think of something fast. He looked at the Angel's kind face, he didn't trust him, but the Angel had offered him food and shelter, which was what he needed right now. He met the green eyes with his blue.

"Alright," he said, "I will come with you."

The Angel beamed, he opened his wings and flew up and behind Abrariel, and then he dived back down, like an eagle about to snatch its prey. The Angel scooped Abrariel up under the arms and took off even faster. Abrariel screamed, clutching at the Angel's arms despite himself vowing to stay calm, he hadn't expected the sudden rush. The Angel flew through the rain cloud to a clear grey sky where Abrariel could see the sun starting to rise. He felt the slightest bit of a chill as they went even higher and though a cloud thicker than fog. It was full of water and Abrariel shut his eyes to stop the water from getting into them. When he opened them again, they were flying over a starlit field of wheat, corn, apples anything you could think of. Ahead was an empty, family-sized house.

"This is where I live," The Angel murmured setting Abrariel down gently, "and where you will live also," he opened the door and Abrariel rushed in.

The Angel followed him in, shutting the door, and looking thoughtful. "I'm going to adopt you," he said before Abrariel could utter a word.

"What?"

"Adopt you, I am not your parents, I never will be, but I'm going to look after you," The Angel murmured gently.

Abrariel said nothing, not at once. Okay, being looked after by an Angel didn't sound bad, it didn't mean he had to trust the Angel. He felt his stomach rumble.

"Food," he said, "you promised me food."

Chapter one of my first novel, go give it some support :)

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