Prologue

Ever since Ashe died I've never been the same. Not my life, my dreams, nor my heart. He's all I can think about, because he was so close to me. Now that he is dead, I don't know what to do with myself. Add to the fact that I'm still being hunted. Will life ever be normal again?

Chapter 1: Nightmares

Whispering these secrets on high
Joining together
Forever we bind
Two become one
As we fall into place
Never forgetting those who have died
But missing them with each and everyday

My hair blew to the side with the wind, blowing my tears down my face. I stood over his casket in a black, knee-length, flowing dress, and watched as it was lowered into the ground below. I need to pull it together, I whispered to myself in my mind. Blythe held my hand, and didn’t try to hide his own grief. I finally gave in, and let the tears pour down. First, in drops, then endlessly, down my pale face. I turned away. I couldn’t watch. I had always hoped I’d never have to see this day come. The day… I would watch my own brother be buried.
Before I knew it, from my tears escaped sobs.

In my hand, I held a single pale, white rose and a single black one. Before I realized it, blood was dripping from the palm of my hand. I had squeezed my hand around the part of the two roses where the thorns were and noticed the blood was dripping down onto the casket in little drops. Leaning over the casket, I laid the roses down. My tears fell on the roses. Moreover, so did my blood. I’d never forget this day. The day, my big brother; my ONLY brother, was buried before my eyes.

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I struggle to breathe, but I’m falling deeper into the abyss of darkness, the air from my lunges gone.
As I fall, I see his face, and a memory of ours we shared, playing before my eyes.

“Ashe!” I laughed, daring him to come after me for poking him as I started to run through the parking lot, my lower breast length brown hair flowing behind me as I ran for my life.
“My sandals are off Sis, I’m coming after you!” he called running after me, a slight smile playing on his lips.
I mistakenly looked behind me as I continued to run and saw him catching up.
“Oh shit!” I cried as I tried to run faster.
“I’m going to get you!” Ashe yelled getting closer.
Moreover, in no time flat, I let out a loud, high-pitched squeal as Ashe captured me with his arms around my waist from behind. We were both laughing as he ran with me back to the sidewalk in front of the doctors’ office.

Finally, the memory ended.

I watch as, like a tape, another memory with Ashe began to play.

We were walking down the sidewalk at night to the car coming from a concert.
“Allianna, do you know you are the only person in the world who has ever gotten this close to me?” Ashe said looking straight ahead.
“That’s because like you with me, I understand you completely like no one else does. I can tell when you’re upset and sad, even when you won’t admit it. I know what you’re thinking even without words. I know pain like you do, even if my life only comes close.” I whispered as I held his hand.
“I love you, bro.” I whispered.
“I love you too sis.”
That was one of the first times I ever heard him say that. It made me so happy to hear, but I knew how hard it was for him to say it because of the hurt he was put through. Which is how I knew it was true.

As it ended it began playing yet another memory, one of my favorites. Yet this one involved Aimee.

Aimee got out of her mothers car. I ran to see her. I hadn’t seen her in almost a year. I tackled her in a hug.
It fast forward.
I was trying to hold Aimee in a hug. When we least expected it, Ashe yelled, “Group hug!” and consumed us both. We laughed and held each other tightly, afraid to let go.
That same day, it was raining and Aimee, Ashe, and I huddled under my robe outside in the cold dusk light on my porch bench, laughing and reminiscing on our memories together.
Fast forward.
Aimee and Ashe were leaving, and we were by my front door saying our sorrow filled goodbyes. Ashe held me in a hug longer then usual as I began to cry, both of us knowing it would be the last time in a long while before we saw each other again. Holding me tight he whispered, “Sis, I love you so much. Don’t ever for get that. I’ll never regret meeting you. I’ll miss you so much…I love you.”
And I remember crying.

The memory ended as I began to cry. Cry hard.
As I fall, I see his image change. He’s watching me now, with sorrow filled eyes.
“This was never supposed to happen. You were never supposed to see me die…” his voice whispered.
“Ashe!” I scream falling, my arms reaching for his translucent image on the abyss above me, “you weren’t supposed to leave me! You weren’t supposed to go away!”
“I’m sorry…” his image said and faded away into nothingness.
“Ashe!” I scream over and over again until his name becomes a dying sob on my lips, lost in the suffocating darkness and my tears.

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I woke up in a cold sweat, crying. Blythe was at my side in an instant.
“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, concern clouding his beautiful grayish blue eyes.
“I-I had a d-dream about A-Ashe,” I hiccupped in tears.
He gave me a look of compassion before wrapping me in his arms for comfort.
“Shh,” he whispered soothingly, “it’ll be okay.”
I looked at him, anger and pain filling my eyes.
“Will it really? Will it really be okay? How can you even tell me that? It may never be okay again…never ever!” I screamed hysterically. “It’ll never be okay! Ashe is gone; now you’ll be taken from me too! I don’t want to be alone again.” I sobbed pathetically.
“I don’t want to be alone again. I want you to stay. I want Ashe to come back. I don’t want to be, can’t be alone…” I cried.
Blythe gave me a look that said he understood more than I realized. He ran his fingers through my hair in a calming gesture before speaking.
“I…I know the pain of being alone, Allianna…I know it so well, like you. Too well in fact…Actually, it’s all I’ve really ever known ‘til you came into my life,” Blythe said softly, a look of despair covering his face.
“Do you remember how when we first met, I told you that my parents wouldn’t care if you came over because they were dead?”
“Yes…but you never told me how they died…” I whispered, feeling ashamed.
“The reason I never told you how they died, is because it was still too fresh; too painful a wound; an agonizing story, even now, for me to tell.”
Blythe looked at me with a regretful look of sorrow in his eyes. “I feel like such a baby,” he said suddenly no longer meeting my gaze. “Suicide…”
The unanswered question was hanging in the air, and was suffocating; sucking the life out of us.
“Both of them….” he finished, “because of me. Because...” He choked on the words as he spoke them, “because I…was their worst nightmare.”
Sitting on the edge of one side of the bed, wearing a black t-shirt and slightly tight pajama pants, he had his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands, his black and red bangs falling in front of his face.
The moonlight was coming through the window and illuminated part of the wall and a bit of his handsome face. Subconsciously I leaned over and brushed the hair from in front his eyes. That’s when I heard a sob escape from his lips. I had seen him cry only twice before -Well, once, and heard him the other time when I almost died, but still...- but even I had never seen him cry to this extent. I looked at him, and noticed the moonlight reflecting off his tears. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight, even when crying. I put my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to comfort him.
He looked up at me, tears streaming down, sobbing and shaking like a fragile child as he spoke.

Chapter 2: Blythe's Story

Brice and I are twins, when we were born, a demon from hell came to our parents. It told them we were cast out of Heaven by God as fallen Angels and our souls now belonged to him He told them that we were sent to gain control of earth.
He said Brice or I would become Lucifer’s vessel, then he vanished telling them as he left that if they tried to keep us from our destiny, they would die. At first they were scared, but didn’t know if they should believe it or not. When they looked at us, just normal looking infants, they let it go and decided to never speak of it to anyone.
Brice and I grew up normally at first and the demon’s warning was soon forgotten. But when I was 7 months old, just learning how to crawl, I saw something shiny on the counter in the kitchen while my mother was turned around, and wanted it. I looked up at it, and I somehow floated up onto the counter just as my mom turned around. I had the shiny object in my hands, which turned out to be a knife, and looked up at her as I heard her scream. I hadn’t understood what I did wrong that made her so upset. Floating had come to me as naturally as breathing or sleeping. I hadn’t realized that I was so messed up. Such a…a monster…
Mom and Dad may still be alive now if Brice and I were dead, but they could never bring themselves to do such a thing, even though it would have been saving the world. They could never bring themselves to kill their own twins, their precious children. If only things had ended there, if only we had grown up normal, but no. Things got worse. My first word was shiny, on account of I loved shiny things; Brice’s, mom. They freaked not because of what we said, but how we said it. It’s never been heard of for a child to speak its first word telepathically such as Brice and I had. So, the instant we were old enough, they quickly enrolled Brice and I into a catholic school, even though they were Christian, in hopes of cleansing us and saving us.
In our school, I was always the quiet, shy one. Brice, on the other hand, was my exact opposite. He made many friends, while I watched from the shadows, alone. Brice quickly became everyone’s favorite, especially our parents, I tried so hard to fit in, but nothing I tried worked. No matter how hard I worked, nothing I did was right; always wrong. However, our demonic powers seemed to disappear, which pleased my parents. So, at least, I thought, I was doing something right, because eventually we turned into a family again, and slowly they took notice of me.
They started to love me, too, just like Brice. I started making friends at school, I had finally done something right for once, and I was happy; we all were, or so it seemed. Little did I know, things weren’t as normal as they seemed.
My mother was starting to take medication to hide her growing anxiety, because as the demon warned, she was going to die. She saw shadows everywhere, felt eyes watching her every movement. She stopped eating, and hardly ever slept, but no one noticed, because she faked it so well, pretending we were a perfect happy family. Nevertheless, everyone has his or her limits. She exceeded hers, and she couldn’t take it anymore.
One night, on Brice’s 9th birthday, and mine, mom gave a gift-wrapped box each, to both Brice and I. She told us not to open it until later, so we both ran and put it in our room. She gave us both a hug and kiss, told us how proud of us she was and that she loved us, and to never forget it. Then she excused herself from the table to go out doors, claiming she needed some fresh air. None of us noticed her slip the handgun into her hand as she walked outside.
A few seconds later, we heard a gun go off, and frantic, we ran out side screaming our mom’s name. Brice found her first, behind our barn lying crumbled on the ground, blood, wet and crimson pooled around her beautiful black hair and pale body. Brice and I screamed as our father came rushing to us. When he saw our mother, his wife, lying on the ground dead, the gun still in her lifeless hand, he fell to his knees crying along with Brice who practically threw himself at our moms body sobbing. I was shocked beyond words. I wanted to cry, but nothing would come. It felt like a dream. Like, this can’t be happening to me. Too bad it was.
Before I knew it, we were digging our own mother a grave in our yard on our birthday. No words can ever express the emotions felt that night. Nothing can tell the grief that tore me up inside. After she was buried, we went inside, somberly put away the birthday cake untouched, and got ready for bed.
I slid into bed then remembered the box my mother had handed me before she killed herself. It was folded carefully, and with perfection in mind in purple wrapping paper. I took off the paper as carefully as it was wrapped, opened the box, and inside, on a delicate gold chain was a locket with my first name engraved on it. I opened the locket to find a picture of my mom and dad holding Brice and I on their laps as toddlers. We looked so happy. From one look at the picture you’d never know the pain that was really there, hidden beneath those smiles.
The tears finally had started to come when I began looking at that picture. Brice noticed from his bed, he could hear my stifled cries. He came over and looked at me and saw the opened box on my bed and me holding the locket to my chest. He had quickly grabbed his own box and carefully un-wrapped it. He pulled out a gold locket just like mine, same picture and everything, the only difference was his name was engraved on the front of his, and my name on mine.
Something suddenly urged me to turn over my locket and see what was on the back. On the back were three words carved into it with great care. Those three, simple words, tore me apart…
I love you

I sobbed pathetically as I held it to my chest. Brice held me in his arms and tried to comfort me. Instead, we both cried on my bed together; mourning the loss of our beloved mother.

From that point on, our father was never the same. He constantly blamed us for our mothers’ death, and often drank, progressively over the years and got worse. He started beating Brice, and all I could do was watch. I heard his screams, saw the bruises on his skin he tried so hard to hide, bandaged his wounds, and wiped away his blood. Eventually, after a couple months I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to protect him. Heh, I remember the day as clear as if it just happened.

Brice and I had just gotten home from school when we were in the 6th grade. Father was more drunk than usual. We came through the door and the scent of alcohol filled our nose. Father staggered into the room looking disheveled and with a look on his face that would cause a bear to fall over dead. Brice quickly whispered to me to get into our bedroom and hide. I quickly ran and did as instructed. It was quiet, and suddenly I heard yelling, running feet and things being thrown. I silently snuck a peak out of our room and saw my father with a lamp trying to throw it, in hand, aimed for Brice. Brice was a heap on the floor, everything around him in pieces or shoved aside. There was blood running down the side of his cheek, a look of slight horror on his face, but he made no attempt at getting away. I don’t know how I managed, but I screamed “run”. When I did, it seemed to pull him out of his trance like state, and he got out of the way just as the lamp was sent flying, and ran out the back door towards the woods.
My father didn’t seem to notice me as he ran after Brice, a butcher knife in hand.
I quickly followed suite, running into the woods. I kept running, following the voices of Brice and my dad in the distance screaming. My heart was pounding as I ran and finally found them at the creek. Dad was throwing punches at Brice screaming the whole time that he had just made it worse for himself by running away, and Brice was trying to ward off the blows, to no avail.
I ran to Brice and shoved father, with all my strength, away from Brice in hopes of helping him. That’s when our dad turned around glaring and decided it was my turn. He came at me thrashing wildly and viciously. I pierced the night with my screams and sobs. Finally, he grabbed hold of my shirt, and dragged me into the creek. He brought me to the middle where it was deepest, and held my head under the water. Brice watched. He watched me thrash about with venom in his eyes towards me, just stood there watching. All the while, I tried to reach my head above the water for air; I could feel my lunges already filling with it. And just as I was breathing my last breath, something awoke inside me. Something strong, and full of power; waiting at my command to use. I called to the unknown power and willed it to help me escape my watery grave.
“I am Sora, Master; your bidding is mine to obey, but only at a cost. For nothing comes without a price. I will serve you always, but in return, I require a life. Promise it to me and I shall save you.”
“Yes…anything...” I choked.
All around me light exploded through the murky, dark waters, and into the sky above, blindingly. The power took control of my body, my very soul, and in an instant my father was thrown off my body, and landed near the shore. The power possessing me lifted me out of the water, light poured through my mouth and eyes, surrounding me. As suddenly as the light was there it vanished, safely placing me on the shore in front of my father. When the light disappeared, my eyes were a demonic red, staring evilly, and then in a blink of an eye, were replaced with my normal eye color and a look of shock.
My father stood, watching my eyes with pure horror and gasped, “Monster…I should have killed you when I had the chance!”
That’s when I realized he had the butcher knife in his hand and was holding it to his heart. He plunged it in his chest with force. Blood trickled down his lips as his mouth turned from a pained grimace to a cruel grin, and his eyes looking up to meet mine and Brice’s. Fighting to stay up right, but stumbling backwards, the grin still on his face he said his last dying words.
“I curse you both to hell where you belong, and pray for your end to come.”
As he spoke his last and final word, his body hit the water with a splash, signaling his demise.
I felt bile in my throat, and was choking back tears, but unsuccessfully keeping the hot tears from streaming down my cheeks. And there in front of me, lay my father, dead, and it was my entire fault. But the worst part was the silence. The world didn’t care. All it meant was just another death. You cry a little, mourn, say a few good words, and then go on with your life, nothing more nothing less.
I looked over at Brice sorrow filled desperation and found only his hate-filled eyes piercing my gaze. I fell backwards, and landed on the ground beneath me. The darkness stirred in front of me.
“This life I have will be payment enough, Master,” Sora whispered as out of the darkness a beautiful angel appeared with wings the color of black coal and a beauty so amazing it hurt to look at. The only thing that even suggested that the angel before me was an angel of darkness was his dark aura, as well as the pulsing darkness surrounding him, and even then, it hypnotized you, compelling you to want to melt into its arms. Just one look sapped all your willpower away.
“How could you! You took the last parent I have!” I sobbed.
“I was only doing your bidding, Master Blythe,” Sora whispered calmly.
“Leave!” I screamed.
Sora’s beautiful face suddenly turned on me with anger; “Fine!” he growled demonically,” I’m only protecting you because Lucifer ordered me to!”
My face fell, “Wha…?”
“That’s right,” he sneered, “I’ll be back when you need me, and I promise, one day you will.”
The darkness around me evaporated and he disappeared. I turned and saw Brice watching with a look of horror and shocked astonishment. And before I realized it, I was on the ground on my knees shaking, the realization of what had just happened just beginning to sink in, creating a bigger addition to the hole already in my heart.

Chapter 3: Tombstone

“Their bodies have been buried in an actual cemetery since then,” Blythe whispered.
I watched as Blythe sobbed his eyes out. I couldn’t stand to see him this way, ever. I held him in my arms and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. Eventually he calmed down and looked at me apologetically for crying like that and suggested we go back to sleep. I snuggled against his chest as he fell asleep. And for once in my life I noticed how absolutely venerable he looked right now. Just like a little child.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I don’t even remember doing it though, but before I knew it, I t was morning and light was escaping through the window. I rolled over reaching for Blythe to find him not there. I sleepily got up and looked around. I noticed his keys were missing. I closed my eyes for a second wondering where he would have gone, when suddenly it dawned on me that he probably went to his parents grave. He’d told me that their bodies had been moved to a cemetery, and after how upset he’d gotten last night, I’d guess he was visiting them.
I looked at the clock to find how late it truly was. 4:30 pm the clock showed. The thought suddenly occurred that I should visit Ashe, so I hastily got dressed, grabbed my keys, and drove to Ashe’s grave. Along the way I picked up a red rose, and when I got there, laid it on his grave.
A sad smile found its way across my face as I stood up from laying down the rose.
“Hey Ashe,” I whispered. “I miss you.”
I ran my fingers softly along his tombstone as I spoke aloud the words engraved.


“Here Lies Ashe Lee
Beloved son and brother
We miss you
‘Love is the strongest
Bond between two people
That can never be broken’”

I closed my eyes, holding the tears back. I tried to control it but couldn’t. The pain was still too fresh to control, and before I knew it, a hiccup broke from between my lips and in a suddenness that startled me, turned to pouring tears. I slid to my knees and buried my face in my palms.
“Ashe, why did you leave me…? I just…don’t know what to do.”
I sat up, and curled over next to his tombstone in a ball. I closed my eyes as I cried. Suddenly I felt all alone, and some how, as the darkness took over the sky, I fell asleep.

Chapter 4: Blythe

(Blythe)

I sat at my parents graves. I wondered whether Allianna was awake yet.
Probably not, I thought to myself. The last couple days have been really hard on her.
I sighed and looked at my parents’ grave stones for about the hundredths time today wishing I could tell them how sorry I was for being a monster.
I sat there lost in thought for a while until I realized it must be getting late and Allianna must finally be up looking for me. So I got up after saying goodbye to my parents, and walked to my car.

Part 2: Roland

Part 2: Roland

Part 2: Prologue

(Roland)

I was never aware of how hard it really had been on Allianna that day I left her life forever. I thought I was keeping her safe, instead I was putting her in harms way, or so I later found out when I finally met her Blythe.

Allianna never saw the tears I hid as I forced myself to walk away from her. But as bad as I was hurting her, I hoped she would heal and for her own good, move on without me. And someday, maybe, just maybe, she may forgive me and understand.
“Plus,” I whispered to myself, “It’s killing me to walk away from her like that, as much as it is her.”
I looked up as it started to rain, and in seconds, it was starting to pour. I mistakenly snuck a peak behind me to look at her beautiful face just one last time, hoping to not find her crying.
It was hard to tell with the rain, but the look on her face made it clear that she was falling apart. She hadn’t noticed me peak at her, but her brother Ashe did. He sent a glare in my direction with so much venom the pain I felt over having to leave her tripled. I quickly, but barely made my way home before I got behind my front door and collapsed. Holding my head in my hands and shaking it back and forth in despair.

Part 2: Chapter 1 - Die in a ditch

“How could I do this to you Allianna? I’m such a horrible person. I’m so sorry,” I choked. “Maybe I should call and see if she’s okay.”
“No,” I debated with myself, “It’ll only hurt her more to hear my voice. And I don’t want to hurt her anymore.”
“But maybe I should, it could make her feel better to know I still love her.”
“Or should I take everything back and continue to risk her life more?”
“Sweetheart,” a voice behind me cooed, “What’s the matter?”
Long blonde hair followed behind a green-eyed girl. She looked at me with smug interest, until she saw the look on my face.
“Are you crying over her?” She scowled as her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you upset because she’s hurting?”
A flame glowed in her eyes full of anger and hatred for Allianna. She walked over to me, and slapped me across the face hard; leaving a red mark that lasted for a couple seconds. I winced.
“Hag,” I said to her under my breath.
Her anger exploded.
“What did you say? Have you forgotten what I could easily do to you?” She screamed.
She got a hold on herself, and turned to walk away, “Don’t forget that He could easily kill her.” She flipped her hair and stalked off.
Stupid Shay, I thought to myself.
Go die in a freaking ditch.

Part 2: Chapter 2 - Should I?

I finally decided what I should do. I would at least call Allianna and make sure she was all right and not hurting too badly. I grabbed my phone and dialed her phone number. I should’ve known she wouldn’t be the one to answer.
Ashe picked up the line and said hello.
“Is she alright?” I asked, both of us knowing who ‘she’ is.
“Yes, she’s just flipping peachy.” He growled sarcastically.
“Is she really that bad?”
“What the hell do you think? The love of her life just took her fucking heart and put it in the blender and clicked puree!” Ashe hissed.
I couldn’t breathe, “I-I’m so…” I choked on the word, “sorry.”
“Your apologies mean nothing. You broke my little sisters heart, and by God I will break yours too if I ever see you again.”
“Please at least tell me she’s okay.” I begged.
“No,” he replied coldly, “she isn’t. I found her passed out from loss of blood because she has started cutting again. Roland, she tried to kill herself because of you. She won’t eat, or do anything except cry on her bedroom floor.”
“Please let me talk to her! I’ll take it all back!” I almost sobbed.
“No. She has found someone else who will heal her. Blythe will be more to her than you ever were. If you truly love her, don’t ever contact her again. Goodbye.” Ashe said and hung up the phone.

Piercing sobs filled the room and my whole being shook. In addition, a pain so deep and deadly pierced my soul leaving an open wound gushing blood. Allianna was slowly dying inside. Slowly dying and it is my entire damn fault.
I cried. For all I had lost, for losing her, my only love. I cried because I did it for her, and knowing she would be better off with some person named Blythe was killing me. All I wanted was for her to be whole again, smiling again, just happy again. I don’t want her to hurt nor be in pain. I can’t stand the fact that I’m the cause of her suffering.
It nearly killed me having to say goodbye. Watching her cry tore me up inside.
The worst thing, however, is now knowing, someone else will take my place. That someone else will be the one she falls in love with, that person she may grow old with and have beautiful children with…and I’ll be alone, so alone; watching from the sidelines as my heart permanently falls apart. As the girl I love becomes whole thanks to another.
That is what kills me the most.

Part 2: Chapter 3 - Was it a dream?

“Roland, I’ve come to say goodbye,” she whispered softly, stroking my face.
I struggled to open my eyes and blinked a couple times until my eyes adjusted.
“H-huh?” I whispered. “Allianna? Baby girl, is that really you?”
Her face lit up.
“Yes, Love it’s me.”
Suddenly her face fell and tears were forming around her beautiful eyes. I struggled to sit up. Something was wrong.
“What’s going on?” I quietly asked.
She gave me a sad, wistful smile as she said, “I’m sorry.”
It started to make sense.
“N-No. You can’t. Please, please don’t go, baby. Don’t you love me?”
She looked at me as the first tear started to fall from her eye, “It hurts too much to love you anymore. I can’t…I’m sorry.”
“Yes you can!” I screamed. “You can still love me. Please.”
Her tears fell faster and she looked at me and said, “It was you who said you could no longer love me. You who left me. Now I have to leave too. Now you can feel the pain you put me through.”

I woke up gasping. The hole inside my heart hurt so bad tears wanted to spill over. I was breaking, falling, gasping, and slowly dying. I doubled over in pain, my hair falling in front of my face. I couldn’t breathe. Just, couldn’t breathe.
“Allianna, my love, where are you?” I whispered into the darkness.
“Forget her!” The voices scream. “She’s moved on!”
“Give up on her! She’s the reason your in this situation!” They yell.
“No,” I fight back, “it can’t be over yet!”
“Yes,” They scream, “It was over before it even began!”
I closed my eyes and sobbed.
“N-no…I really do love her.”
How did I get myself into this mess?

Part 2: Chapter 4 - Your Turn

(Many months later
To the present time)

I went on with my life, Allianna, no longer a part of it. I’ve been holding onto what memories of her remain. I’m still not over her. I may never be over her, but I know, she’s over me. I was walking down the road towards home. Well, it is not really a home. It is more like a prison, with that retch Shay and her beloved Brice as the guards.
So, I was walking when I caught sight of someone with long black hair that had blood red tips hiding blue-grey eyes. I started to pass him, when he stopped and said, “Roland?”
I froze. Who was this guy?
“Roland,” he said, “I’m Blythe.”
Blythe…the name sounded familiar.
“Allianna’s Blythe?” I asked.
“Yes.”
He motioned to the benches beside us and said, “Sit. We need to talk.”
My heart skipped a beat or two as I sat beside him, with my hands clenched as fists glued to my lap.
“Roland, I’m not one to lie nor beat around the bush sota-speak, so as much as it’s killing me to say this, Allianna needs you.”
A jolt of electricity coursed through my body at the mention of her name. The wound resurfaced and consumed me. I doubled over in pain and clenched my head in my palms.
“Wha-what?” I barely whispered.
Blythe looked at me.
“You may not know this, but Allianna almost died from heartache after losing you. If I hadn’t met her I-I” he suddenly went quiet. “I don’t think she’d still be alive.”
I wanted to cry. I cannot believe I hurt her so damn badly.
“I’m so sorry…” I whispered. “I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but Ashe wouldn’t let me. He told me Allianna was better off without me in her life.”
Blythe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, “He was just upset. Allianna, his only sister, and his little sister no less, was hurting and slowly dying. Can you blame him for being upset? It was, after all, a tough time for him and all of us.”
“Is he still upset with me?”
“You’ll have to ask him yourself in heaven.”
My eyes widened in shock.
“A-Ashe is dead?”
Blythe hung his head in sorrow.
“Yes. Allianna is taking it rather badly. His funeral was less than a day or so ago, yet she’s still dreaming of and hurting over him. Its like, nothing I do changes, nor heals her pain.” He said in despair.
I shook with sadness, “what are you trying to say?”
Blythe stared at me straight in the eyes and said, “Allianna needs you. I need you. I need you to help take my place for now. There are some things I need to take care of.”
I looked at him shocked for a minute not knowing what to say. Not realizing what it all meant. Something about what he said nagged at my mind. Something about him just reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“W-Wait a second. You’re Brice’s brother, aren’t you?”
His eyes widened, “how’d you know?”
I shivered.
“He’s the reason I left Allianna; to keep her safe from him and Shay.”
“What do you mean ‘keep her safe from him and Shay’?”
“Brice wants Allianna dead for his own goals to be accomplished. As for Shay, well, she has her own separate agenda. She’s extremely jealous of Allianna and the fact she has you and had me. Her main goal is to ruin her life and make her suffer, as well as everyone around her.”
Blythe glared off into the distance, “where is Brice now?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. He rarely comes around except to make sure I’m not in contact with Allianna again.”
Blythe stopped talking for a minute and truly looked at me then blinked in amazement.
“What? What is it?”
“N-Nothing,” he stammered, “nothing at all.”
For some reason, however I didn’t believe him because his eyes just got wider.

Part 2: Chapter 5 - His Angel

(Blythe)

I stared at Roland in amazement. Suddenly an angel with pure white wings appeared; long back hair down to his waist and brown eyes just like Rolands.
“What? What is it?”
“N-Nothing,” I stammered, “nothing at all.”
The angel looked at me and whispered, “We are one and the same, this boy and I, Lucifer’s son. This boy belongs to God. You must help him bring Allianna back to grace; she is falling into darkness so deadly she is becoming one of Lucifer’s as well.”

“How can I stop this if I am one of his? Won’t that make me do the opposite?” I asked telepathically.

“No, son of darkness, you must fight against it. You must fight against your true nature. If you do not fight, you will both die, she at your hands, and you at Gods. You must start now, young one.”

“How must I fight against my own true nature? Moreover, what nature must I fight? I love her! There is nothing that could make me harm her!” I screamed telepathically.

The angel with lovely white wings looked upon me sadly as he spoke, “Love her? Yes. However, whether you can control what has already been chosen by fate is another story. Nevertheless, you must try.”

“What is it you’re not telling me…?” I whispered.

“Underneath
The beast waits
Slowly her story closes
As she takes in her last deep breath
She closes her eyes
As she finally takes her place
Sacrificed because she could
Not let go of the one she loved
He was her lover
And her
Ending”

Deep down inside me fear trickled in my blood through my veins. Anger clouded my eyes and my voice with sadness.
“Are you saying I will be her end? That, I will be the one to kill her?” I whispered with my mind.
“Liar…” I whispered. “You’re lying!”
The angel of light looked at me sorrowfully, as if it hurt him to see me in pain.
“Don’t flipping look at me that way! How can you possibly understand the pain I’m in?!” I screamed in my mind.

“Have you forgotten I AM Roland? I am just him in another form! Do you realize how bad he suffered? He died inside. He loved her with every fiber of his being!” the angel said glaring.

I looked at him silently, taken aback. I never knew it hurt him that badly.
The angel looked at me with piercing eyes, “I promise we’ll take good care of her, son of dankness. We will protect her; however, you must leave this place, and fix yourself. Otherwise the day will come where we will have to kill you, to save her.”

Part 2: Chapter 6

(Roland)

I watched Blythe as he stared off, his face changing into a mixture of emotions. Hurt, pain, Love, and anger all appeared, as well as sadness. I could feel Him behind me, talking with Blythe, I just didn’t understand what was going on.
Blythe apparently forgot I was there, jumped, and gave me a startled look, “Huh?”
I smiled reassuringly, “Nothing.”
“So, where is she at?”
Blythe finally composed himself and I watched him take a deep breath.
“More then likely at Ashe’s grave; It’s located on 5th St and Cooper Avenue.”

Blythe started to walk away as he said, “Tell her not to look for me unless she’s looking to get killed. Tell her I said that until the due time, you are my replacement and to love you like she would me. Goodbye Roland.”

Part 2: Chapter 7 - Back In Rolands Arms

 

(Allianna)

“Hello Allianna”

I could have sworn I was still sleeping, could have sworn this was just a trick my mind was playing on me. As I opened my eyes and sat up my heart tore into pieces once again, as I stood I could feel tears spilling down my face as I started to fall backwards, only to be caught by his amazing arms and held against his chest in a loving, familiar, and safe embrace.
I couldn’t feel anything at first. All this time he’s been gone I’ve worked so hard to piece myself back together again, to heal, to love again, and most of all…to smile. Because of him, I thought I could never love again. Because of him, I thought that with him gone, life wasn’t worth living, but it was. In addition, I found love again, found hope again. More importantly, I found me again.

So what was he doing back? Why was he here? I don’t know what brought him back to me, but whatever it was, I was thankful. I held and clung to him as if any second he would disappear, just a fiction of my imagination.

“I…I missed you so much,” my voice broke at “much,” and sobs escaped me.

Roland shook as he held me to his chest, “I missed you too, my beautiful, Lover.”
Somehow, all the pieces of me that were broken as a result of him leaving me, slowly, and permanently began to piece themselves back together again. And as I cried, eventually my tears of pain turned into tears of happiness at having the love of my life back in my arms. Now that he is back, I’ll never let him go again. It is now I realize that he was always the other half of my broken heart.

Part 2: Chapter 8

 

(Roland)

It felt so good to have her back in my arms. Just to feel her head against my chest brought back the feelings that first came when our lips first met. I couldn’t help but shudder at all the pain we both went through at the fact of not being able to have each other. All this time, we should have been in each other’s arms, all this time we should have been in each other’s bed, in our hearts, in our lives. Now, things are the way they should be. She’s mine once more. Now everything is perfect again.

I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes, and smiled. I leaned down and kissed her forehead as I wiped away her tears, and eventually, my lips found hers. She tasted like sweet honey, yet she was an addiction all in one. I clung to her as she to me, thankful to have my Baby girl back in my arms. However, despair filled me as I realized our happiness was short term only.
We still had yet to take on the world together, with me, as her protector.

I pushed all thoughts besides ones of her, aside, as we kissed with such passion that I forgot to breathe. At that moment, nothing else mattered except her. Nothing meant more to me then loving her.

----------- (Allianna) ---------------

I felt so much love from Roland. Not only that, but I could see the love he had for me in his eyes; His gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes. The eyes I could melt from looking into. He wiped away my tears, and eventually we kissed. The kiss was just as electrifying as when we first met, maybe even more so. His hands sound their way to my waist, as my arms found their way around his neck. We pulled each other closer. I was so afraid I would wake up and find it was all a dream.

When we stopped kissing, I laid my head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
I looked up at him as he spoke, remembering why I loved his voice so much. My eyes started to tear up again as he said, “Allianna, I love you.”
Tears started spilling over against my will. I couldn’t help hugging him tighter, I never wanted to let him go.
“I-I love you too, Roland,” I said as I buried my face in his neck to hide the tears. All this time in my heart, I’ve still secretly been suffering over losing Roland. I was hoping Blythe could take his place, and for a while, he made everything better. Now, however, everything has come undone. I just hope Roland can truly fix me.

Part 2: Chapter 9

 

(Blythe)

How could I let this happen? Why did I just let the best thing that has ever happened to me go?
“Damn it!” I cursed at the sky. She’s gone.
I kept walking down the street. Roland was long gone. I didn’t know what to make of what just happened. Roland was supposed to protect her from me.
“I would never hurt Allianna!” I growled, “I love her!”
I glanced down at my hands, and saw long, black claws instead. I blinked and in a second, they were gone. What was happening to me? Things are going completely wrong! I’m supposed to be the one protecting her! Not some guy who broke her almost beyond repair!
“God, why are you doing this to me? She was my reason for existence in this horrid world You created!” I began shouting into the darkness.
Tears started swimming around my eyes, and began spilling over. I never thought losing Allianna would hurt so much. I’m protecting her, while at the same time destroying myself. How ironic. I sat down against a wall underneath a street lamp, and held my head in my hands. This just hurts too much. I not only want, but I need her back. Back in my arms. Back in my life…she belongs to me. And I love her. I looked up at the sky, “Please God, give her back to me.”
Are you sure, son of Lucifer, you want God’s daughter as your other half? The one girl who will destroy all you were sent to accomplish?

My hands tightened into fists as my skin began to crawl. “Whose there?”
Why Master, you have not forgotten me already, have you? It was me, after all, who saved you from that beast you called your father.

My eyes narrowed dangerously as I looked around in the darkness. “Sora, Why are you here?”
I told you I’d be back when you needed me. So here I am, Master.

Something made my skin crawl, and all of a sudden over took my soul, my heart, my body, and me. I could not control who I was anymore. Slowly, the wound left by having to give Allianna up, was an open portal for all the hate, destruction, and death inside me to awaken.
I heard evil laughter fill my ears as Sora appeared in his form of an angel of darkness in front of me. A sudden realization hit me. “Sora stop this!”
He laughed at me, his long black hair softly rising with the slight new gusts of wind. Never! You wouldn’t accept me in the past, now you have no choice!

My body started shaking, then suddenly, I was gone. The new me was born. The me who loved to hate, and never let go of his hurt, the one who would make Roland pay. I laughed; it felt so good to be free, to finally know what true power was. I could feel the darkness slithering against my skin caressing me, and giving me all this power, all to control. For once, no one could stop me.
So Master, where to first?

My eyes glowed red, “Heh-heh-heh-heh, time to show God’s precious little daughter what a real man is like.”
As you wish, Master.

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.02.2013

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This book is dedicated to Ashe F. My beloved older brother whom I lovingly killed in this series. :3