Angel de la Mort

1. Cleo

Life is all about moving forward. Literally. At least mine is. But... I've been around longer than most people.
 
It's just.... I don't think much about my life... or others. I just move on. I've been here a while so I've had time to do all that. I just worry about not getting killed by people. Well not worry... let's just say I'm very cautious.
Along the way I've made friends, killed them or gotten them killed. The usual "whatever I touch dies." Death surrounds me, I think maybe death is me.

I'm different than everyone, always have been. I can do things with my mind, powerful things. I can kill people with one touch. I can heal, things of that nature. I also have psychic abilities, the most important ones are mind reading and manipulation. I can also feel another person's death. It's like an electric charge through my entire body down to my toes and fingertips. I think death gives me power.

There was definitely more than meets they eye with me. On the outside, I was gorgeous and captivating. Men and some women pined after me. I knew I had a certain aura of attraction. I had most of my mother's features. Brown skin as fine as brown sugar. My brown sugar skin was paired with my long platinum blonde dreadlocks. I take a lot of pride in my hair, I wear it like my crown. My frame was slim with the curves appropriate for a black woman. Although I had the elegant beauty of my mother, I had the same devilish eyes as my father. I didn't know much about my parents outside of what I was told or not told from others. Imagine being alive this long without that kind of closure.

My mother was Sia a beautiful mystical being. She was even more beautiful than me. Her skin was darker than mine, like dark coffee. Her smile was contagious and her voice was angelic and soothing. She wore her hair in a thick curly bush always. She would let me put flowers and butterflies in her hair as decoration. My memories of Sia stopped at about seven or eight. One day she didn't come home and we were informed that she was killed. Days later there was a funeral being held and right after Sula came into the picture. She was said to be a friend of my parents and came for us. I had three other siblings; Theodore was my twin brother, Isabella was older sister and Sage was the oldest of us all. Somehow they trusted Sula and wanted to go with her.

I knew my sister Isabella hated me. She thought I was pure evil and never wanted anything to do with me. Sage on the other hand had a soft spot for me. He protected me and taught me some things those few years we spoke. My family was not your average bunch.

Theodore and I stayed with Antonia, Violet's mother. Violet was like my best friend and sister. After we were chased out of Blackburn I made sure to not reach out to anyone. I spent hundreds of years alone, moving around the world. But eventually I was back in Blackburn. Something about this town kept me around. There was more to Blackburn than meets the eye.

After centuries of living like a nomad, I decided to go home. For many reasons like seeing family and seeing progress. But in other ways, I was trying to reconnect with Violet and Theo. I knew they weren't gone and I had to find them. And if anyone knew me personally, they would know that I always get what I want by any means.