Angels & Devils
Seattle has been invaded by covens of Rogue Vampires - vampires who hunt and prey upon other vampires. Bella and the Cullen siblings are in Seattle for a rare night out on the town. They are attacked by Rogues, and Alice Cullen is lost in the ambush. The family fears the worse, believing that Alice is dead. Alice awakens with no memory of who she is, where she is or how she came to be there. She also has no clue that's she's fallen into the hands of an old enemy to her kind. A half-vampire who once waged a 50-year long war of vengeance against all vampires. A enemy so vicious that the Volturi had dubbed him with the name, "Lucifer", and who was long since believed to be dead himself.
This is my first Twilight Fanfic. It is currently posted in part to the FanFiction.Net site under the same pen name, and has 52 chapters up. There is still a few hundred more pages that are written and waiting to go. I decided to post this to a few fanfic sites to see what feedback I can get from the experts. This story has some violence, language, and minor adult situations (not too descriptive or vulgar - I tried to keep in mind how SM handled such things in writing.) so I guess this would need a "R" rating. Thanks.
5. Chapter 5: You're My Favorite Mistake
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Chapter Five: You’re my favorite mistake…
The night passed without me much noticing it. I could go four or five days if I had to without sleep, though I’d finally pay for it eventually, and have to sleep for as much as a day or more instead of the normal three hours.
I stopped reading the large manuscript, only because my eyes felt fuzzy from going back and forth between the pages of type and the computer screen for the last few hours.
I’d made a little progress as it turned out, and some of it a bit optimistic at least. It seemed there were at least six documented cases in Eleazar’s research where massive head trauma had cause vampires to become unconscious. The ultimate results of such an injury were split down the middle however. Three of the cases survived, the other three never regained their faculties and were left little more than blood craving animals. Those three unfortunates had to be destroyed by their caregivers in the end.
The other three successful cases reported that periods of unconsciousness were common. Eleazar likened the condition to the brain needing to shut down so that it could properly rewire itself. Conversely, at least one of the survivors never recovered his original personality.
He had been left a totally different person after his recovery.
Eleazar did document in great detail the treatment they gave the other two survivors, one a human hunting vamp, the other a golden-eyed non-hunter. Both had required human blood as part of the regiment, as nothing else would suffice due to a vampire’s base nature. Animal blood my sustain a vamp, but only human blood could start the healing process it appeared.
This factor originally presented a problem for me. I read the log further and discovered that the coven of the gold-eyed vamp at first refused to allow the treatment because it required the human component, and they feared the patient would again be ‘addicted’ to human blood as a side result. However, eventually a compromised was reached where they attempted to give the non-hunter a mixture of animal blood mixed partly with donated human blood at a ratio of 9 to 1, to temper the addictive properties of the human product.
The non-hunter eventually made a full recovery without much in the way of withdrawal symptoms afterwards, but it had taken at least twice as long as the vampire who had received nothing but whole human blood.
There was no way I could give that girl a treatment using full human blood. I would never be able to control her. So it was going to have to be the long route or nothing, and even if I could pull it off and secure what I needed, I still might have a problem with her at only ten-percent human blood. The caregivers in the text were full vampires and undoubtedly could handle an ailing kindred with ease. I would be on my own, and was still half human on top of that.
I thought I might have the animal blood covered if some of my old contacts were still available. The human blood was going to take some doing… and probably several illegal acts on my part.
Even if I went the safe route and bled myself dry, I myself still wouldn’t have the amount to donate that she was going to need over what might be several weeks of recuperation.
I also didn’t know if my half-bred nature would be a problem with me being the only source for the human part of the treatment anyway.
I was looking up the addresses I needed to start collecting the items for my mad medical experiment, when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end, informing me I was no longer alone in my living room.
I spun around, fighting the instinctual urge to go into a fighting crouch because I could smell her now.
Posed just outside the doorway to the guest bedroom was the vamp girl, the sight of her immediately made my fangs ache, which I took to be a sign that subconsciously I felt threatened. I made sure to compose my features into a blank emotionless wall; least I trip her aggressive response in return.
Vampires were not known for taking any form of challenge or threat lightly!
The girl was dressed in one of my discarded band t-shirts, and in her right hand she loosely held the long Banshee bush knife.
It was bad enough that she’d pretty much caught me completely off guard, and I had not heard her rummaging in the room looking for clothing, but I silently cursed myself for leaving the heavy blade stuck in the floorboards of the room with her.
That just might prove to be my one last dumb mistake if the girl was feeling antsy.
Her hair was still an unruly mess, mostly from my haphazard attempt at cleaning it last night. She moved away from the doorframe on shaky legs, her tiny bare feet not making a sound on floorboards that I knew for a fact were creaky, even despite her unsteady gait.
She must had read my discomfort as soon as she entered the room, despite my attempts to hide it, because halfway across the floor she held the Banshee up to me like an offering. The handle she pinched between her thumb and forefinger, with the blade dangling droopily toward the floor.
“This must be yours,” she said in a slightly horse voice. “I nearly killed myself tripping over it.”
I highly doubted that. Had the vampire done anything so clumsy as tripping I would have heard that for sure.
“Sorry,” I offered instead of what I was actually thinking, as I cautiously took the tendered blade from her and thankfully placed it on the table to the side of me… well within my reach.
She seemed like she’d had enough of the undertaking of walking for the moment, and pretty much just dropped herself into the chair across from me.
She brushed her wild bangs from her golden eyes as she regarded me silently for a moment.
I relaxed, now that it seemed she wasn’t presenting any danger to me for the time being, and waited patiently to see what would happen next.
She folded both slim hands and placed them in her lap, pushing the hem of my shirt downward to better cover herself. I did my best to do the gentlemanly thing and not gawk at her pale shapely legs. I found the task harder than I expected, as I was somewhat out of practice with such old fashion social manners in these modern times.
“I don’t know what to ask first,” she finally said, her tone a little stronger and clearer. “I remember some of last night… here, but much its blurry.”
“How are you… feeling?” I inquired, just to get things rolling.
“Strange,” she said, glancing briefly down at her hands. “Did what I think happened last night… happen?”
I cocked my head, wondering if it would be better to blurt it out what I assumed she wanted to know, or to let her ask her questions and give her time to adjust to each answer slowly.
“What exactly do you think happened?” I countered.
“Did I…” she started, and then raised both clasped hands to point both forefingers concisely at the bandage still around my left wrist. “Did I… drink your blood?”
I paused a moment before answering. There wasn’t any way to sugar coat this one, so I didn’t try.
“Yes, you did,” I simply told her, as a matter of fact. I attempted to relay the answer flatly, as if it were no big deal, hoping she wouldn’t panic or anything equally as bad as that.
She became very quiet and shivered a bit, looking so much like a lost little girl in my oversized t-shirt.
“Why?’ she asked in a small whisper.
“Because you needed to.”
She cut her eyes back up to me. “But that’s… not normal,” she said.
I shook my head.
“For you, it is,” I explained. “Don’t be frightened… but you are not like normal people. You have other needs. Drinking blood is one of them and is the norm for you.”
“What am I?” she asked me, with a slight hint of trepidation.
I leaned in toward the girl, resting my forearms casually on my knees while trying to set a relaxed atmosphere… even though I still expected her to lunge at my throat at any second.
“What do you think you are?” I probed gently, thinking it might be easier if I let her come to as many of her own conclusions as I could.
“I don’t know,” she told me. “I… I don’t like… what I’m thinking… because it sounds crazy.”
“Then this is probably going to be hard for you to believe, but you’re going to have to find a way to believe it,” I started, “You’re a… vampire. Do you understand what a vampire is?”
The girl looked at me like I might be crazy for a moment, but then unenthusiastically nodded her head.
“Yeah… I remember what a vampire is,” she finally admitted. The look on her face plainly said that’s what she had been thinking.
“Do you remember your name then?” I tossed out.
She paused a minute, and the shook her head. That bit of information was still hidden from her.
“A vampire? Are you sure?” she asked next. “That sounds so…” she faltered, as if searching for a word.
“Unbelievable?” I offered.
“No… silly,” she corrected, with a sincere look.
I almost laughed at the chance of emotions on her face, but luckily was able to control the urge. The last thing the poor kid needed was to think I was making fun of her.
She just then might forget we were playing nice for the moment, then try and rip my head off in that case.
However, she must have taken my slight short period of silence as a confirmation of what I had told her.
“So… its true then?” she asked, leaning slightly forward in her chair. “That’s what I am?”
“Yes, it is.”
She got a blank look on her face for a second, as if she were inwardly thinking the facts over, attempting to find a way to accept them. Then she collapsed back into the arms of the recliner she was sitting in the process of reflection had suddenly drained most of the energy out of her.
“Wow,” she breathed out lightly after the pause she had taken.
She then looked back at me for a moment, as if studying me and wondering how I all fit into her new situation.
“And you’re not afraid of me?” was her next question.
“A little bit,” I admitted with no shame. I’d dealt with vamps for far too long not to have a healthy respect and fear for what they are capable of. Beside, I had no doubt that her heightened senses where already telling her of my uneasiness in her presence.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” she announced next, which pleased me very much to hear.
“I’m very glad to hear you say that,” I informed her.
She scrutinized me for about a minute while she digested all the information she’d just taken in. The small bits I had just told her had to be overwhelming to someone in her condition.
“Can I ask, how do you know all these thing… about vampires, I mean?”
That certainly was a question I didn’t want to explore too deeply right at the moment.
“I try to keep an open mind, and I’ve read a lot of occult books to start with,” I explained – which was in fact true. In my past line of work you had to do your research. “And I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my life. You wouldn’t believe the amount of things that most people think are pure myth have their basis in some real truth. And after seeing that guy who attacked you, believing in vampires wouldn’t be a far stretch for anyone.”
At the mention of her assailant, the girl visibly shivered. I could imagine that those strange periods of unnatural ‘sleep’ she was having came with the usual standard dreams and nightmares also.
“What happen to the person… who attacked me?”
That took me way off guard; I hadn’t expected that question to pop up… so I improvised by the seat of my pants.
“The two of you fought,” I said. “You must have been a tougher opponent than he thought you would be. He just suddenly broke free and ran away… limping,” I added. She seemed to buy my story, biting at her thumbnail as she thought for a few minutes more on I what I’d said.
We sat in silence for a few minutes longer before she next asked, “Why are you doing this? You’re normal, right? Why are you helping me?”
I shrugged this time. I still didn’t really have a clear answer on that myself. This girl could certainly undo everything I’ve gotten for myself in the last few decades if she learned the wrong things about me.
“You asked me to,” was all I was able to tell her. “You were pretty hurt… and I couldn’t just leave you there.”
“I don’t remember any of that,” she said. “What did you say your name was last night? Cage?”
“Kage,” I corrected her accent.
She tilted her head at me, and twisted her pretty lips up tightly. “Is that your real name?” she asked in clear doubt.
I smiled weakly, and lamely shrugged once more.
“It’s as good as any,” I supplied.
A small smile then graced her features with my reply, and suddenly she was stunningly beautiful. My heart skipped one of its slow beats, and I could tell she heard it by the way her smile grew a tiny bit more. I did my best to keep in mind that’s what vampires did. They couldn’t help but use their unearthly appearance to lure… but in my current situation, I think my reaction might have had more to do with a pretty face than vampire charms.
“All right, have it your way. But you’re a strange man,” she finally told me. Her smile turned into an easy one to let me know she meant no harm in that comment.
“I’ve been called far worse,” I told her with a small shrug, to let her know I wasn’t offended in the slightest.
She studied me closely a moment more, the slowly leaned back in toward me again as if she were concerned that any sudden moves on her part would spook me… and they would have. She raised one of her hands and I indeed started to automatically pull away as she reached for my face.
“Please?” she said softly. “ You helped me, I don’t want to harm you.”
Against better judgment, I held still while she reached again and her cool fingertips lightly traced my cheek.
“I think… I’ve seen you before,” she murmured mysteriously.
“Probably last night at the club,” I stumbled out. “I’m a musician. You were there last night, dancing while my band played.”
She smiled again lightly, and shook her head.
“No… I’ve seen you somewhere else, in a dream maybe? It’s not all that clear when I try to focus on it.” She reached down and fingered the hair that draped down my shoulder. After I had fed her, I had taken it out of the customary ponytail to get more comfortable while I settle in to read. “I think I’ve seen you like this,” she continued lifting the lock she held, “And with shorter hair too.”
I looked at her with open doubt.
“Yeah, I know. I can’t remember who I am, but I know what vampires are, and for some reason I’m sure I can remember seeing your face. I almost think it was while I was sleeping, maybe, because the views were all disjointed. I remember that much.”
That odd comment somewhat startled me. Since I left my old life, I’ve taken measures to do as much as I was able to alter my appearance from what I use to look like. I’ve had this round of longer hair now for at least the last ten years. My hair had always been pass shoulder length while I’ve been with the band, so I doubted the vamp girl could have seen me at a time when it was shorter.
Because if she ever had laid eyes upon me prior to the last half century, one of us would have been truly dead long ago.
For some reason, that thought suddenly distressed me more than it normally would have.
“I think you’re imagining things, or confusing me with someone else,” I went on and told her gently. “At any rate, I think I would have remembered meeting someone like you before. I think you’re right… you must have been dreaming, and you did take a seriously hard knock to the head last night.”
She just smiled with that same secret smile she had last night, while I was on stage and she was dancing below me. As if she knew something that the rest of the world didn’t and delighted in it.
She withdrew her hand and leaned back in the recliner chair as if the last few minutes had exhausted her once more.
“Maybe,” she agreed. “So what do we do now?” she wanted to know next.
“Perhaps we should try and figure out your name?” I offered.
She twisted her lips into a pretty frown. “I’m trying, but I just can’t remember anything. It’s like its there… but dances just out of my reach every time I try and think about it.”
I suddenly remembered the brooch she had been wearing on her lapel of her original clothing, which now lay in a tattered heap somewhere on the bedroom floor. I imagine she wasn’t too pleased when she discovered what condition it was in… if she even remembered the outfit was hers to began with, thus the need for her to search the room until she ran across one of my old shirts to don.
“Wait a minute,” I said as I rose from my seat. She watched me with open curiosity as I disappeared into the guest room. A quick search and I found the item I wanted on top of the dresser where I had absently left it, and I was back with the pin in my hand.
“You were wearing this when I brought you in,” I told her. “You had nothing else except a large roll of money on you.”
She took the pin from me and examined it, turning it over and over in her hands for a few minutes.
“The letter ‘A’,” she finally muttered.
“I would assume it’s the letter of your first name. Does that remind you of anything?” I probed.
She looked at the gold brooch for a few more minutes as if it might suddenly speak up and tell her it’s secret, and then she finally shook her head looking very disappointed.
“Not a thing,” she said.
“Well,” I stared a moment later. “Its someplace to began at least. Maybe if we recite a list of female names starting with the letter ‘A’, something will click for you,” I suggested. I paused a moment, and then for some reason feeling a little bit like an imp, I added, “You are female, aren’t you? It’s hard to tell with vampires.”
The girl gazed at me with some confusion for a few seconds, and then her pretty lips drew into a tight rosebud as she realized I was teasing her. She tisked at me, and then lobbed a throw pillow in my direction.
“You know certainly well I am,” she scolded, and the dark circles under her eyes drew slightly darker. It took me a few seconds to realize she was blushing! “Otherwise I wouldn’t have had to dig up something to wear!” she continued, while indicating that she had to scrounge her current garb from old clothing I’d left stored in the spare bedroom. I had to admit, the clothing she had been wearing was pretty much a bloody mass of rags in the bedroom’s corner, and I doubted any of it could be saved.
“I hadn’t time to notice last night,” I chuckled as I caught the pillow missile. She shook her head and then grinned a little bit at me, the mood in the living room lightened up again considerably.
“Shall we make a list then?” I asked again, getting back to business and trying to resist her smile.
She was game to try, and for the next half hour we went through every feminine name I could think of that began with ‘A’. I wrote each one down on a pad to keep track, but none of them rang a bell with the girl, and regrettably she was getting slightly depressed once more with each continuing failure.
Finally, I called an end to it for the time being.
“Okay, we have to call you something,” I said, “I can’t just keep saying, ‘Hey You’, every time I want to get your attention. Let’s just pick one of the A-names that you like, and use that until we can figure out what your real one is.”
“I suppose we should,” the vamp said, bravely trying to hide her distress and frustration.
“Abby? Adeline?” I tried first, going as alphabetically as I could in my head and off the list we made.
She shook her head at just about every one.
“Amber?” I eventually said.
This time she twisted her lips in disgust, ‘Amber’ was definitely right out of it. It would be a sick twist of fate if her name were actually Amber, I thought silently to myself.
I went through all the normal names I could think of again, and some unusual ones that I could think of after that, the vampire girl turned her nose up at each and every one of them.
Finally in near desperation, I started on other A-nouns just to find something, anything, she liked.
“Angel?” I tried off the top of my head, probably targeting in on that one because of that stupid TV show. She blinked as soon as I said it, and I paused as the peculiarity struck me. She did indeed have the face of an Angel. I liked it immediately despite its source, but would the finicky vampire?
I cocked my head as I waited for her verdict.
“A vampire named, ‘Angel’?” she asked.
“I know… it’s from a corny TV series about vampires. But you’re cuter than he was at least.”
“Was it?” she blinked in confusion.
“Yeah… you know, a spin-off of ‘Buffy’.”
“Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” I explained.
She shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it,” she said, giving me a distasteful look, seeing the topic of the show might have struck a little too close to home for her.
“Anyway… I personally think it fits you,” I said, “Until we learn you’re real name at least.”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah, I kind of like it. Despite it belonging to somebody who killed vampires on a TV show.”
“No,” I corrected. “Angel was a male vampire on the series who ended up with his own show.”
“Oh!” she exclaimed with a hint of pleased surprise. “That’s somewhat better then.”
I smiled at her. If she was this pleasant in her true personality, you couldn’t help but like her.
Even if she was a vamp.
“So, Angel it is then,” I announced.
She smiled back attentively. “I guess so.”
Her sweet face became serious a moment later.
“I’m really sorry for this,” she said suddenly. “You’re very kind to be doing all this for me. And I should have said a proper ‘thank you’ long before now. So I sincerely thank you for helping me.”
“Its alright,” I told her. “I think helping turned out to be the right choice last night.”
And for the most part, I had come to believe that… for the most part.
“Still…” she said while turning her eyes downward to glance at the floor. “I feel bad for taking advantage of you. Especially now… because I have to ask…”
She let the comment drop off as if she were too embarrassed to go on.
“Ask what?” I inquired with growing curiosity.
“I’m… I’m getting thirsty again,” she finally admitted. “That’s what woke me up.”
I was somewhat surprised to hear that. The girl had controlled herself very well during our entire conversation, never giving me any hint of her pressing need.
“Look up at me. Let me see your eyes closer,” I demanded.
She leaned forward and looked up at me without giving me any trouble, and I saw that a thin growing band of black surrounded her golden eyes. It was growing slowly, and I had aberrantly missed it when she first came into the room.
“I really don’t want to ask…”
“I know,” I said; cutting her off, suddenly feeling a little bit of the edge come back between us. “It can’t be helped at the moment. I think I learned some things that will help us after tonight.
“That’s good,” she told me. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I have to ask this of you. I did mean what I said about not wanting to hurt you… or anybody else.”
“It’ll be fine, Angel” I assure her, silently hoping to myself that I was right on that account. She was still weak, but nowhere as helpless as she was last night. She could be a real problem in the blink of an eye once she latched onto me.
“So… how do you want to do this?” she asked me. Both desire and distressed warred within her voice and eyes at the same time.
I sighed. Into the fire one more time, I thought.
“Let’s just sit on the floor, it’ll be easier and more comfortable for both of us,” I suggested.
“Okay,” she agreed, and we both moved to the space of floor between our chairs. I unwound the bandage from my left wrist, careful to hide the light pink scar from her. I didn’t want to field her asking me any questions about how I healed virtually over night.
“Do you remember last night?” I asked. “Whatever you do, do not use your teeth.”
“Don’t bite, I remember that part,” she agreed.
“Good,” I confirmed, then padded the space between my legs. “Come sit here. It will be easier this way.” She nodded and then scooted up between my legs, placing her back to me. I didn’t want to tell her that in this position it would be also easier for me to break her neck if she went feral on me. If she knew of the vulnerable position that I had placed her in, she gave no sign of it.
Just wanting to get this over with, I reached up and grabbed the Banshee again from the table. Holding my wrist up over her head and out of her sight, I made a small cut along the prior scar. This time it didn’t sting so badly, but I felt just as foolish as when I did this the first time, tempting a lioness like I was.
I started to place the Banshee back on the table, but was suddenly surprised to feel her small hand lock around my wrist to stop me.
I froze as I immediately suspected betrayal on her part.
Instead she said, “Hold on to it… just in case I can’t stop,” she ordered.
I glanced down at the side of her face, to see her eyes had turned completely black now. She was staring hard at the floor, as if fighting to keep focused on keeping her sanity. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she finished.
It was all in or all out now. Put your faith in the girl I now called Angel, or kill her, I told myself.
Against all logical reason, I chose faith.
“You won’t,” I told her, as I broke her grip with ease – mostly because she let me – and placed the Banshee out of the way on the table again.
I brought my bleed wrist down in front of her, and her eyes tracked it. She hissed lightly under her breath, but she made no direct move toward it.
“Go ahead,” I said, wondering if she was actually waiting for permission.
At my words, she finally reached for my arm, taking it in a surprisingly gentle hold. She started to slowly bring it to her lips, but then paused.
She abruptly looked back up at me.
“I promise,” she said with a heavy voice, “That I will make this up to you. I swear to that.”
“That will be fine… someday,” I agreed. Now in awe that she still had this much self-control.
She nodded, and then brought my wrist to her mouth and began to feed.
She was very gentle, even more so then last night when she had been so weak. I caught her stealing glances at me every now and then, as if to see if I was all right with what she was doing. I found myself stroking her hair to let her know that I was fine and not in any distress.
It was a strange scene, if I say so myself.
She drew gently on me for almost two minutes this time, and just before I was going to tell her that was enough, she stopped of her own free will.
She had been much neater tonight, and there wasn’t a drop of blood on her face or mouth.
Oddly, she sort of just collapsed against me afterwards.
“Thank you, thank you so very much,” she murmured. She looked back up at me, and her eyes were a brighter gold than I have ever seen them, including the night before at the club, just before the attack that stole her memory.
She smiled, and it looked sort of blissful. I blinked in surprise; human’s sometimes looked that way when they were drunk!
“I feel… very tired now,” she almost slurred.
She smiled pleasantly one last time, and her head drifted down to my chest.
And she was out again, not even so much as simulating breathing.
I pressed the old bandage against the wound in my wrist for a few moments to halt the bleeding, while I digested the new events of the night. Angel was like a dead weight against my chest, though a pleasant dead weight. She actually smelled pretty wonderful I noticed. My eyeteeth ached slightly, but not as bad as before, so I guess I was becoming more at ease around the girl now.
I ignore the strange feeling in my jaw and brought my thoughts more into line, to focus on the business at hand. If Angel held true to course as laid out in the vampire manuscript, she should be in that healing state for several more hours. And when she awoke again, she was going to be even thirstier yet.
That gave me a few hours to get what I needed together. She would be dead to the world for all purposes, so I would be able to leave the house for a short time to do what I needed to do.
I picked her up, and took her back to the guest bedroom, placing her back under the sheets.
I closed the door behind me, and then went to the kitchen to make up my new shopping list.
- Chapter 1: Better To Let Sleeping Demons Lay
- Chapter 2: The Angel Closes Her Eyes
- Chapter 3 - Bring Me To Life
- Chapter 4: I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more.
- Chapter 5: You're My Favorite Mistake
- Chapter 6 - Highway to Hell
- Chapter 7 - Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun
- Chapter 8 - Cuz I'm Bad to the Bone
- Chapter 9 - Every Girl's Crazy... For a Sharp Dressed Man
- Chapter 10 - Scars Are Souvenirs You Never Lose.
- Chapter 11 - Did You Lose Yourself Somewhere Out There
- Chapter 12 - Return To Me, My Salvation.
- Chapter 13 - Hey?Hey? I Wanna Be A Rock Star
- Chapter 14 - Hold Me Close, My Tiny Dancer
- Chapter 15 - In the Arms of an Angel
- Chapter 16 - Heavy Metal... Takin' A Ride
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