Retribution and Sins

Chapter One

The streets of London were unusually quiet for a change, especially for a misty, foggy, rainy, evening. Azrael slowed her pace down,

Stopped, and listened. Pushing her damp hair out of her face she squinted into the smoky, darkness. Her quarry was just around the bend, she

Muttered under her breath. Why the Vatican decided to dump her here, she'll never understand. She was quite content where she was, in her

Hometown, working there. At least, it was never a dull evening. No. In Waynesboro, Virginia, there was an upsurge in vampire and

Supernatural activity, and she was its Crusader.

At least, in the Eastern part of the United States, they are called Crusaders. Azrael, was part of a long line, of long lines. Employed

By a small portion of The Vatican in Rome, Italy. They were part of the Knights Templar and the original Crusaders. Now, this group was

Responsible for ridding the world of the evils of the world. Demons, vampires, etc. She liked being part of a group, instead of being a Chosen

One, a Slayer, like in the West. Her name is from the Archangel Azrael. The Archangel of Death. How fitting, since she was here, in London,

Delivering Death, at the end of her weapons. The only comfort these creatures would get, would be the Last Rites, after their ashes were

Scattered into the wind. For Azrael, always, offered silent prayers for the dead. There was one thing different about Azrael, though. She was a

Vampire herself. Normally, this would get one excommunicated from the Catholic Church, but it didn't. Azrael was turned in a car crash in

1997, when her car hit a pole at 100 mph. Her sire schooled her in all things Death and Darkness, for he too is Death and Darkness.

Azrael's keen hearing and smell could make out the sound of a struggle within the fog, as she saw two shadowed forms doing an

Odd dance down the sidewalk. How she knew it well. The dance of a vampire and victim. She could smell the fear in the blood of the victim

And the feeding frenzy of the vampire. Licking her lips Azrael, shifted herself to vampire form herself, and took to the heights.

This gave her an advantage over her prey if she could see everything. She followed and watched. Stealthy she moved through the

Night undetected, or so she thought. She landed on one roof too many. Adam and Eve had been sleeping soundly, when Eve woke up. She

Went to the kitchen, her normal routine, got her a flask, and went into the living room, to a shock. Her protege, had well...tasted blood of the

Flesh...not the flask. And killed him. Just to make sure, Eve checked for signs of life, there was none. They argued about what to do. This roused

Adam, and not in a good way. That, and a thump, on the roof, followed by a smell, a sweet, sensuous smell, a sweet distraction. Adam

Grabbed his robe and went into the living room. He was not amused.

From her vantage point on the roof, Azrael, watched the couple disappear around the corner. "I will catch them later." she thought

To herself. For her nose caught the strong scent of freshly spilled blood and death. She followed the wind, it led her straight where she stood.

Climbing down, she peered into a half-curtained window. She saw three vampires arguing over a kill. What luck! I need to get in there and

Strike! I may need back up though. Getting her cell phone out, she started to dial, when she heard the front door slam open.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" Adam yelled.

"YEAH, ADAM!" the young vampire girl yelled back, with blood caked on her mouth, "FUCK YOU!"

She stormed off, staggering off into the misty night. Great! Azrael planned. This is better than I anticipated. I will go after her and

The original two. Get back up and hit the two elders. She texted the plan. Got the ok. Then headed out of her hiding place after Eve's protege.

Adam who had not gone in right away, watched her run down the road. Curious, and transfixed by her smell and her movements. He said

nothing to Eve, turned once to the opened front door, he grinned, remembering Azrael's sweet smell, for he smelled it when he heard the

Thump. He grabbed the knob of the door and closed it. Walking into the misty street he began to follow his prey.