Silent Angel Crashes Through the Sky

He was ruthless.

He slaughtered hundreds of men and women once the sun went down.

I had once feared him; loathed him. But, now... Now I loved him. More than anything.

His wrath was an attractive attribute, surpassed only by his flawless appearance.

I suppose that I had always loved him. Just never in this way. Completely. With every part of my body. The only way that I could love someone in my current state.

There was a side of me that felt empty. A space deep inside me that felt... hollow.

But, I filled it with him.

It had been a long time since my brother's death. A very long time. Long enough where I couldn't remember what he sounded like and I mixed his face up with others' faces. The circumstances had changed for me of course, and the odds were against me on the subject of remembrances.

Him turning me had changed my whole life.

I had simultaneously lost and gained everything.

And this world... changed with me.

“Clark.” I heard his voice from far off. I was in an empty space, void of life; dark and quiet. I was alone with my hunger and lust. “Clark,” he repeated. I had momentarily forgotten that I could respond. That my voice worked and I could think.

“Yes,” I replied, my tone dignified and arrogant. I was a queen. The Queen.

“My darling,” he spoke again.

“Yes,” I insisted quickly.

“Your heart is showing.” I looked down and saw nothing. Just air. I was not there.

“It is not.” I sniffed with disdain.

“I'm not the only one who sees it, either.”

“I don't see anything.” All I could remember were his deep red eyes- dead and passionate and terrifying. And my own red eyes- powerful and forgetful.

“Your love is too big. Your eyes are too small. Your mind is too shallow. You are dying slowly. And we are letting it all happen.”

“Stop saying weird things.”

“We all see your heart in your eyes, but you never let us see your eyes. You keep them squinted, glaring viciously at those who want to help you. And at those who want to hurt you. Make some distinction, my darling.” He laughed quietly. I scoffed.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” His laugh grew louder and his tone... changed.

“Oh, Clark, you're just like your brother.” My body was hit with a wave of cold, but I barely felt it, and I showed no signs of weakness.

“Shut up,” I said angrily.

“Oh, Clark, keep talking. Your blood gets so hot.” His voice had changed a tiny bit again.

“Excuse me?” My blood felt like it was boiling with rage and freezing with horror. My skin itched and tingled, but my arms were gone and I could do nothing about it.

Why did this feel familiar?

Something about this confused me but I couldn't place what it was.

Where was I?

Literally where was I?

Who was I talking to?

“Who are you?” I asked, feigning confidence.

“I am your love and you are mine,” he said, his voice still different.

“No. You're not. Who are you?”

There was a hand on my non-existent arm. It was tight, angry, uncomfortable.

“I'm your king,” he whispered, suddenly close, near my ear. He tangled his hand in my long black hair. “And you will be my queen.” I turned quickly, tearing myself away from this stranger. The man I was faced with was a familiar face. Though I could not quite place it. It reminded me of someone who had been lost long ago. Long brown hair and deep red eyes- hollow and angry.

“Who are you?” He grinned.

“I am your past, present, and future.” He rushed towards me, closing any distance we had between us, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me towards himself. His grip on both my arms was tighter and more uncomfortable than before. Why did I feel so much?

“I have no future.”

“So you say.”

“You are nothing to me.”

“So you say.”

“You mean nothing to me.”

He smiled. His teeth were a vibrant white, shining in the dim lighting, his fangs sharp and sleek.

“So. You. Say.” He opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into my neck.

So many thoughts ran through my head as I awoke, I didn't know which emotion to feel first.

I was covered in sweat, tears stung my eyes, my neck seared with pain. I slapped my hands to my neck, searching for a bite. Nothing. My heart ached. I let out a dry sob, bringing a hand to my heart. My heart beat rapidly, pounding in my chest.

Why had it felt so real?

I put a hand up to my hair, running it through my short locks, forgetting that I didn't have long hair anymore.

I went to my window, opening the curtains roughly, wincing at the sudden change in light. I opened the window wide, drinking in the fresh air and the sunlight. The air was cold and helped me remember who I was. My nightmare started to drift from my thoughts as I concentrated on the world in front of me.

But, I held onto the man.

William.

That was all I could remember now. His eyes. His voice.

Nothing else.

Except the feelings I had felt in my dream.

Fear.

And love.

-*-

I got ready for the training we would be starting tonight. I was trying to let my nightmare slip away; trying to rid myself of distractions. I tried to splash the fear away with cold water on my face.

The boys were downstairs eating breakfast, all except Pete. There was still a little sunlight left, so he was asleep. I joined the others, making myself some cereal.

“Who's coming tonight?” They looked at me quickly as I spoke up.

“Avenged and the Kill Joys,” Patrick listed. I nodded.

“Brendon's not-”

“No,” he cut me off quickly. “No, he won't be coming.” I nodded again. “He's got... Dandy business to attend to...” I held back a grimace.

“Good. He would just ruin everything.” Patrick frowned a little, thinning his lips and sighing lightly.

“Clark-”

“Sorry, sorry. Forget I said anything.” I started eating my cereal. Joe and Andy went back to their food but Patrick continued looking at me. I glanced out the window quickly out of the corner of my eye. The sun was just going down. About ten seconds later, Pete came down the stairs. As he came up behind me he ruffled my hair roughly. I scowled and tried to slap his hand away, but he had quickly removed it before I could hit him. Pete stuck his tongue out at me and hopped to the fridge, pulling out a couple ingredients and laying them on the counter. He glanced at everyone quickly as he started rummaging through the kitchen.

“What, did someone die? Why is everyone so glum?” I didn't say anything, but looked at Patrick quickly. He sighed, rolling his eyes a little.

“We're fine. You're unusually chipper this morning. Sleep well?” Patrick asked, finally going back to his food. I watched Pete curiously as he put his ingredients in the blender. I arched my eyebrow.

“Yeah, I slept fine,” Pete yelled over the whirring of the blender. “I think tonight's gonna be a good night.” With that statement he stopped the loud whirring, taking the concoction, tapping it on the table and knocking it back like he was taking a shot. I looked at his ingredients scattered across the kitchen. Holy water, O+, garlic, nail polish remover, and a couple vials of liquids that I couldn't see. I let my face scrunch up in confusion and disgust. His eyes were squinting as if he was disgusted, as well.

“What the hell are you drinking?” He finally finished the entire drink, shaking his head and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He put the blender in the sink and put his ingredients away, still holding a look of disgust.

“Patrick, did you come up with a name for it yet?” I looked at Patrick. He shrugged and shook his head.

“Not yet.”

“You made it?” I asked. He nodded. Pete cleaned up his mess and came and sat next to me.

“Yeah,” Patrick started. “It suppresses his need for blood for about twelve hours, if he doesn't over-exert himself.”

“Wow,” I said, stunned. He shrugged, humble, going back to his food once more. I looked at Pete and he smiled. I gave him a small smile and went back to eating.

-*-

By the time that Avenged and the Kill Joys arrived, it was about eight. Our training tonight would be strength and agility.

We had started off strong, breaking up into groups, making sure to stick the vampires together. But, as the hours wore on we all ended up talking, laughing, and joking around. I tried to discourage it, but even I ended up succumbing to the boys and their charming personalities. Matt ended up next to me, our arms touching as we laughed and talked. I know that Pete and the boys were watching the two of us like hawks, but I tried to ignore them.

I looked around at everyone, feeling content-

Wait.

I furrowed my eyebrows, noticing that someone was missing. I licked my lips, a little anxious, glancing around the room discretely to find the missing Avenged member. Brian. I bit my lip, trying to remember when he had left. I hadn't noticed him leave...

I smiled at Matt, squeezing his shoulder lightly.

“I'll be right back, kay?” I whispered. He smiled and nodded, going back to the conversation quickly. I got up and left the practice room, closing the door behind me. I stood in the living room, glancing around and into the kitchen. He wasn't there.

I wandered down the hall, sure that he would be in the bathroom, but he wasn't there either. My heart fluttered nervously. There was a bump upstairs, and I snapped my head towards the stairs. I quickly and quietly started up the stairs, avoiding the creaks in the steps. I listened again, but couldn't hear anything. I started to the left, towards the side with Pete, Joe, and Patrick's rooms. There was another bump, followed by a curse, coming from Pete's room. I stopped outside of his room. The door was closed, and my heart beat uncomfortably.

What the fuck is going on?

I looked back towards the stairs, debating fetching my brother. I swallowed, my throat feeling dry. I put my ear up against the door, listening for anything else.

Suddenly the door was ripped open and I was pulled in. Before I could cry out or say anything Brian slapped a hand to my mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispered. I struggled against his tight grasp. “Can't have that.” He shut the door behind himself quietly. He was too strong. His hand was almost covering my nose as well, and it was getting harder to breathe. I tried to claw at his hands, but he acted like I had done nothing at all. He laughed lightly. “Sh, sh, sh, calm down.”

I glanced around Pete's room, noticing Pete's coffin open wide. There was some kind of device attached to the underside of the lid. There were wires and blinking lights coming out of the sides of the black box. In the center of the box, there was a glowing orb. It looked like fire. I widened my eyes, struggling harder against him.

It was a bomb.

Brian followed my gaze, laughing again.

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. Don't even need to say it.” He secured my wrists in his free hand easily. “That is a sunshine bomb, Clark. It was designed by a man named Christopher Black. He had a problem with vampires and wanted a more efficient way of killing groups of them all at once.”

He started to drag me to the other side of the room, close to the boarded-up window, and dragged me down. He stepped on my hands to keep them from moving making me scream through his hand. He plugged up my nose, to keep me from making noise. “Sh, he'll hear you,” he whispered slowly and menacingly. He grabbed a roll of duct tape from his scattered tools and wires on the floor, slapping a long strip across my mouth, wrapping around my head so it was tight and I wouldn't be able to get it off. He smiled, starting to wrap up my hands, as well.

“Mr. Black was a scientist. And he used his knowledge to make a bomb. A device to kill vampires slowly, painfully, and very efficiently. Today, very few people know how to make them.” He finished wrapping up my hands and kneeled on my chest and hands to keep me from moving as he wrapped my legs and feet. “But, luckily, I know how,” he said, letting his grin twitch into a sinister smirk. He placed the duct tape back on the floor. He sat me up against the wall. I glared at him, trying to get loose, still, and panting heavily to try to breathe through my nose.

He leaned into my neck, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. I tried to uppercut his jaw, but he caught my hands and forced them down on my lap.

“Hmm, virgin blood,” he said, sounding happy. I groaned and struggled harder. “He didn't say I couldn't.” He kept one hand on my wrists and the other on my hair, pulling it to the side so he could get a good look at my neck. “Night, Clark,” he said quickly. I closed my eyes tightly as I heard his fangs pop from his gums. He took a deep breath, and so did I. And, he sank his fangs deeply into my neck.

I managed to stay awake for a while as the pain pulsed through my body. I started to try to scream through the tape again, but when I did, he held my nose. I couldn't breathe, and the pain was too much. I felt tears flow from my eyes and I finally passed out.