Yeah but only towards the end of this story and then in sequel you'll make a more dominant appearance
James November Species:Avian human recombinet Age:17 Appearance: 6'3 with black hair and grey eyes Personality:loner but nice when needed
Hey guys, sorry I'm so late in updating it's just that I've been really busy and I'm often tired when I start writing, so, I'll get onto it tomorrow and hopefully have not one but THREE, yes folks, THREE piping hot chapters ready for your eyes to reap the splendors of my story.
Raven Looks: Jet black hair, with blue streaks at the bottom, that reaches her lower back. Tall and skinny. Grey eyes. Olive toned skin. Personality: Nice and caring, Witty, sarcastic, will shout at someone if they're being idiotic. Artistic, carries pocket sketchbooks and drawing charcoal around with her. Raven also loves to sing, and has a practically hypnotizing voice. Species: Dark Angel Bio: Raven is unsure of which side of herself to give into. Her father's a demon, her mother an angel, and they both try to persuade her to choose, (her father more forcefully than her mom. Her parents divorced because her father wanted her a full demon, but the ritual didn't work.) Whenever Raven gets extremely upset, her eyes turn white, and she becomes an unstable and murderous demon. She has little control in this state, and when she reverts back to normal, she's very weak, almost always fainting in fatigue. She feels guilty about everything she's done in the past. Demon Form: white eyes, razor sharp tail, delicate claws, black wings.
______________________________ Her dream of Emmanuel was a short one, but, a dream none the less. They where sitting under an apple tree in a palace courtyard, lounging about, the way two friends who've known each other for years might do so. Emmanuel was dressed in Greek looking armor, the strange thing wasn't the armor itself, no. It was the two very large and very white wings that sprung out from his shoulder blades. The feathers were soft and delicate, she imagined this is what an angel must look like. Funny, what if he was an angel? His eyes were more golden than ever, he seemed to radiate light, or maybe the wings did that. No, it was him. She realized he was looking at her, waiting for a response of some sort. "Hmm, what was that?" she asked, her voice was strange, musical, like chimes blowing in the wind. So unlike her dull voice. well, what she thought was a dull voice. "Nevermind." he said softly, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, just like that she awoke. It must've been early afternoon when Elizabeth woke up, because, the sun was just a little to the west. She was annoyed she never got to find out what Emmnauel said, or why he looked like an Angel, but, her mind soon became filled with other thoughts, like a hot shower. Elizabeth was still in her clothes, although she had a blanket on her. She looked around while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. There were toiletries, a spare change of clothes and a towel all placed neatly on a chair by the bathroom, with a note attached to the assorted things. The clothes had that slight look of elite fashion. She crawled out of the bed and stumbled over to the chair to read the note. ______________________________ Don't use my brothers bathroom, it's all boyish and icky . Use mine instead, it's more girly and there's more things to use if you want. My room is opposite Emmanuel's. Michaela ______________________________ She smiled slightly, touched by the warmth they were showing towards her. she walked off with the things towards Michaela's bedroom and soon found herslef emerged in a land of pink and glitter and orange and more glitter and red and more glitter and glitter and even more glitter. It was sickening. Yet it was stylish to a degree, Elizabeth had to admit, she was impressed. She stumbled, no, practically fell into the bathroom, upon tripping up on piles of lingere and clothes on the floor. If she thought the room was glittered to death, she was wrong. The bathroom was big, it wasnt even a bathroom, it was an en suite. Absolutely amazed by the expensive bathware she walked around taking it all in. She came to her senses and closed the bpdoor then proceed to undress and have a shower. She let the water wash away her sleep, it was soothing and it cleared up her head a little, yet she couldnt shake off the strange dream she had. When she had done she dried off and put on the clothes she had been give, it all seemed to fit, almost perfectly. Walking out of the bathroom she started wondering about what she might do for the day, when it suddenly hit her. Today was Tuesday, it was a school day. She scrambled into Michaela's room and burst through into the bathroom, when she realized she had no recollection of the time. She frantically searched her jean pockets to find her phone. The time read 1:42pm. Half the day has nearly gone by, and shed been sleeping through all this! She took a few deep breaths before clambering out of the room and down the stairs, she went into the living room, expecting to find Emmanuel, but, she was greeted to the faint smell of food. Where there's food, there's people. She walked through the living room and found herself in the kitchen. It was big and merged together with the dining room and the lounge. It was very mod and had that stylish stainless steel and wood look about it, the stove was full of pots and pans, all full to the brim with Italian style cuisine. But what caught her eye the most was the tall boy with jet black hair and fair skin sitting lazily on the sofa in the lounge browsing throughout the channels on the flat screen. "Uh, Dylan?" She asked, it seemed like him. Was it? The boy turned around to face her, he was stunningly beautiful. Rough black hair that was cropped into a natural looking Front Hawk, fair skin that stood out against his deep blue eyes and elegant features, almost regal. His smile was what stunned her the most, brilliant ultrawhite teeth shone at her, she was looking at every girls dreams. Except this one had a sense of danger, a faint hint of wickedness toiled in his eyes. He was a bad boy, the kind that broke the rules and didn't care. "Ah, you must be my brothers esteemed guest." He said. His voice was smooth and velvet like, just like Emmanuel's, yet, slightly theatrical. "I- um- is he here?" She stuttered, She silently scowled at herself, had she lost the ability to string to gather a sentence?! He smiled his brilliant smile again. "I have no idea. What's your name? If you don't mind me asking." His eyes studied her with an untold interest. "Elizabeth, Elizabeth Rosewater." She replied, fighting the urge to run over to him and touch him, just to see if he was real. "Its a pleasure to meet you Elizabeth." He said while getting up and approaching her to shake her hand politely. "I'm Emmanuel's brother, he's probably got a bunch of names for me, but, my names Elijah, Elijah Fang." ______________________________
I know it's not 3 chapters, but, I've changed it a bit while I was writing, so, I hope it's good. However, I'll be going back to one update a day, maybe more. So have no fear, for my updates are near.
Ugh sorry guys i cant update today, I'm way to tired but ill do two updates tomorrow promise!
______________________________ She just stood there unable to say anything, lost in her own thoughts. Brother? But Emmanuel has a darker complexion? His skin is like a russet brown, almost like hazelnuts, not a fair white like herself. Plus he- "We're adopted." Elijah said, sensing her confusion. "In fact we all are." He stated. "I-Uh." Elizabeth took a deep breath trying to steady herself. "Oh." She said, that was all she could manage for now. "I bet your hungry, want some breakfast?" he asked politely. "Where were you?" She blurted out. "Last night, Emmanuel showed me around and you weren't here, well, anywhere in fact." He paused running his eyes all over her face. "I came in today, this morning in fact, all the way from Venice." Something about the way he spoke made Elizabeth feel wary of him, he was hiding something. She couldn't think of anything to say, he made her feel, wary, almost frightened. "Ah, I thought I smelt vermin when I walked in here." said a smooth voice. For a second, Elizabeth thought it was Elijah, but, when his lips didn't move, so, she looked behind her to see who might of said it. As soon as she saw him, her body relaxed, Elizabeth hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. Exhaling, Elizabeth studied him close, strangely he was tense. She blushed at what stood before her. She could see lean strong muscle and tendons standing out slightly, the muscle in his jaw was pulsing. Emmanuel was wearing jeans and a light purple formal shirt, no shoes. The shirt was unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, completely, revealing a hardline body, his tie was hanging loosely on his unbuttoned collar. Emmanuel's hair was slightly tousled and sticking out in every direction yet sill looked manicured. It was a playboy look. Like a rebel pop star mixed with a frequent club goer. He looked angry, no, furious. For a second Elizabeth thought he might spring forward and pounce on Elijah. The way a panther might it's prey. She wouldn't be surprised if he did. His warm smile and polite features suddenly changed as soon as he realized who spoke. "Don't mistake your scent for mine, brother." His voice was cool, too cool. Every word was like a blow to the face, she almost cringed. Looking at Emmanuel, she was surprised he didn't cringe himself. However, the look on his face would make anyone want to crawl up and die. He still didn't look at her, his eyes were at deadlock with Elijah's. Black and gold glaring at piercing deep blue eyes. Elizabeth got the feeling they were communicating, she didn't know how. Just that they where. "Morning Elizabeth, sleep well?" Emmanuel's voice was smooth yet strained, trying to hide his true emotion, eyes still on Elijah. "I- ah- y-yeah. I slept well." She could feel the tension thick in the air, strangling her. "I- school- shouldn't we be at school?". She asked keeping her eyes on the ground, not knowing where to look. "Closed. Bathrooms flooded, which then flooded half the school." His voice sounded odd, as if he too was hiding something.Confused and somewhat ticked off by both boys she gathered her senses Before stating calmly to both boys. "I don't know what's going on between you two, but, I think I'd like to go home now. So, can I go home please." Emmanuel glanced at her before before talking to Elijah. "Get out of my house, don't come back, and, so help me God if you touch her." He threatened. "My my, your awfully protective brother. Does she know? Because, judging by the way she looks at you I'd say she's completely oblivious." His smile wasn't the warm one Elizabeth had seen, no, this one was sinister and cold. It made her shiver. "Anyway, I came to deliver a message." He said, now taking a mocking diplomatic tone. "From Michael himself. Yeah, I know right!" His voice became sarcastic and theatrical again. "Michael... came to me! Of all People! Maybe, maybe he doesn't trust you or he wants to strike fear in me first but hey! I don't know what he's playing at." he rambled before he held out a simple letter, white with black ink. "Go on take it." Emmanuel took it and read it briefly, before, looking at Elizabeth then back to Elijah. "Lies." He proclaimed. Elijah's face was serious. "Tell me Emmanuel, would Michael lie? Would an he really lie?" His question was genuine, but, his eyes were slightly mocking. "Get out." That was the only respectable reply he got. He turned around and looked at Elizabeth who was to confused and stunned to speak, yet, somehow she knew the letter was related to her. "Come on, we'll eat out." His voice was genuine and his eyes warm and soft, just the way she liked it. He lead the way and she followed only for the both of them to be stopped by Elijah's voice. "They are one and the same brother, they have the same eyes. Oh, and please button your shirt." Emmanuel gave Elijah a weird look before storming out of the lounge and eventually the house. He looked at the letter on more time before ripping it up and throwing it aside. She hadn't realized that they'd already gotten in the Audi TT, or that they were speeding down the streets at a 100 miles an hour, but, she did notice what was written on the letter before Emmanuel ripped it to shreds. Four words, so simple, yet, so complex and confusing at the same time. ______________________________ She's one of us. Michael. ______________________________ She took a deep breath before turning him and saying. "Tell me everything. Don't lie to me and say there's nothing wrong or that nothings going on. Tell me everything, and start off with why the Archangel Michael is sending you letters." _____________________________