In The Arms of an Angel

Chapter 21: Painted Warnings

Chapter 21: Painted Warnings

Closing my eyes for a few moments I took the time to recollect myself but it was hard to shake the feeling that you had just been sucked through a vacuum and then taken out like trash with the rest of the dust mites. Opening my eyes and looking around I was surprised to find myself alone in a small cottage house with dark wooden floors. Pulling myself up I looked around at the white cream walls and dark timbered furniture, highly decorated with small trinkets and about ten vases full of flowers – most were of dual colouring which surprised me. It looked like a floweriest gone wrong in here.

“Eliza!” I whisper yelled out to her as I started looking for a door but came up empty. Where the hell was the door in this place?

Snapping my head around at the sound of a gust of wind my eyes landed on a large painting that now had my attention. It was an interesting piece. The old realistic painting was painted in dark greys and vibrant gold and reds depicting a battle of some sort, angles hovering above demons, skulls of odd shapes scattered around the bottom of the painting while the dark black hole in the sky seemed to suck you in and hypnotize you just like the eyes of the Volucris.

I had seen something similar before when I was in the Underground. I think Marco called it the battle of the times?

“Beautiful isn’t it?” a deep voice startled me making me sequel slightly and stumble back. Turning around to face the one who scared the living crap out of me I was faced with the hooded man I’ve seen a few times before. He had his hood drawn back letting me see his face for the first time. His eyes were a bright light blue that shined like diamonds while his hair was a dark almost, black shade of brown and his skin was a pale white with a pale mark scaring his right check.

“Very.” I finally said making him smile softly at me.

I wasn’t too sure what to do. Panic and run out of the room screaming or accept that he wasn’t going to hurt me based on only the past events of our last encounter. I was leaning towards the panic and run.

“Do you know what is happening?” he asked as he stepped closer to occupy the spot next to me, “What the painting depicts?”

“War?” I answered a little unsure as I looked back at the painting.

“Yes Britney but whose war?”

“How do you know my name?” I asked him again, frowning a little.

“One topic at a time, sweetheart.” He smiled warmly and he gestured towards the painting and continued, “The Volucris are greedy creatures Britney.”

“Not all of them.” I was quick to defend Logan and I guess by extension Marco.

“No. Not all of them, I suspect much has changed since we last spoke.” Ah just a little? Only that the guy who proposed marriage decided he was going to try and compel me so that I didn’t think or do anything he didn’t want me to – the ultimate domination type – and I was saved by some magical smoke that turned out to be the guy I think I have fallen in love with?... Oh and let’s not forget, started a war.

“Years ago they were once peaceful people, after this war of course.” He continued to speak. “They started to branch out into the human world and living among you.”

“And now their back to selfish turds?”

“What makes you human Britney?” He asked me completely changing the subject and confusing me slightly.

“Ah? Four limbs with an intelligent brain?”

“No.” He chuckled deeply as he shook his head slightly at my comments. “Your humanity. The Volucris envy this, most of them enriched their bloodlines by taking a human as their mate.”