The Angel, the Vampire, and the Demon

Chapter Eight- The Start of Something Horrid

Raziel

Raziel carried Abrariel back to his room, sunrise had just ended, and the Vampire had fallen asleep curled in his arms. Raziel rested Abrariel's head on his shoulder and brushed the few lingering tears off the peaceful face, Abrariel didn't stir.

After they had come back from the doctor's with the baby news, Raziel had noticed that Abrariel seemed a little distant. Raziel's father had always told him it was ok to cry, no matter what it was about. So, Raziel had sat down next to his adopted son and pulled him in for a hug telling him it was going to be okay, and that he was there for him; the words seemed to have an immediate effect on the Vampire, who had let out a waterfall of tears, crying until sunrise where he had started falling asleep.

Raziel gently placed Abrariel down in his bed, Abrariel's room was almost as dark as night with the curtains closed. Raziel waited for his eyes to adjust before he pulled the covers over the Vampire and rested his hand on the pale cheek, brushing his thumb under the boy's eye to get rid of the last few tears. Abrariel squirmed a little and let out a hmm sound before settling on his front with a hand on the pillow next to his head. Raziel pulled the covers over Abrariel's shoulders before leaving the room with a small smile. When he closed Abrariel's bedroom door, tiredness fell on him like a stone. He needed a nap.

Raziel headed back to his room where he pulled the curtains shut to block out the bright, golden, morning sunlight so he could have an easy rest. He got under the soft covers and curled himself into a fetal position, wrapping his wings around himself to form a cocoon and falling into a thankful sleep.

*

Telantes

Telantes opened his bedroom door quietly, he knew Abrariel would be asleep, but he didn't know about Raziel. He sneaked down the hall, stepping on his tiptoes until he reached Raziel's bedroom door. He opened the wooden door slowly and peeked inside the dark room.

Raziel was bundled up on his bed, sound asleep. Perfect. Telantes quietly closed the door and went to the kitchen, time to start Abrariel's Hell Life! Telantes opened the fridge door and took the next bottle of blood out, he then took the single glass vile out of his pocket. He smirked.

The potion he had managed to save could cause a very high and strong fever when ingested, it would take hold within seconds, making the victim weak from fever and a pounding headache. It was strong enough to affect Vampires, which is why Telantes had got it in the first place. And to top it off, it had no scent or taste.

He put the bottle of blood on the island and opened the cap before taking the cork off the vile. The label said that a few drops would be enough to cause a whacking fever, but Telantes wanted more, he wanted the Vampire to suffer. And suffer hard. He emptied the entire contents of the vile into the blood, nothing happened to the crimson liquid. All the better.

Telantes put the bottle back where he had found it and left the kitchen, he patted his pocket where he still had some gold left. He looked down at his ragged clothes, he needed some new ones. He took the money out of his pocket and counted it; he might have enough to buy a new pair of pants. He knew Raziel had said he wasn't to leave the house, but Telantes wasn't going to obey that command.

Telantes headed out the front door and shut it softly behind him. The sun was warm on his grey skin, and it made his copper hair glow like a band of wavy fire, which was one of the reasons he had never got it cut short.

As he walked down the dirt path that snaked between the fields, he thought that while he was shopping, he would look around, see what he could mess up or break that could be easily blamed on the Vampire, make the people hate him like they were supposed to. No one would suspect a small-for-his-age young Demon.

***

Telantes strolled into town, whistling quietly to himself as he looked around. It was a lovely village, with whitewood houses, red-tiled roofs, cobble paths and roads free of dirt and ash. It was very unlike Hell where the paths would be covered in ash, soot, rubbish, and a few splashes of Demon blood.

As he walked, some of the Angels and Souls stopped and stared at him, some with curiosity, some with hatred. Telantes ignored their looks and headed into one of the many clothes stores, which was called Angel Wings.

Inside were rows, and rows of clothes, from Angel robes to baby clothes, to very royal outfits, that looked to be made from satin and silk, with small pearls and diamonds laced throughout. Telantes suspected they were only ever worn at weddings or balls.

He walked over to the section marked Boy's and went over to the shelves of shorts. He saw a pair of black jeans that he liked, they had holes throughout, but in a very stylish fashion, they even felt a little like Angel robes, but they were brought in a lot tighter to form the pant shape. Telantes looked at the tag, he could just afford them. He checked the size, just right! He took them off the wooden shelf and went over to the counter to pay, feeling proud of himself.

The checkout Angel seemed surprised to see him, she had blue and brown eyes, long, dyed pink hair, and light grey wings. Telantes guessed she was a Farm Angel. He smiled at her to appear friendly.

"Just those?" the Angel asked smiling back at him, taking the jeans as he placed them on the counter.

"Yes, please," Telantes murmured, he couldn't wait to put them on.

He placed his small pile of gold coins on the counter eagerly, watching as the angel counted the money and handed the jeans back to him. Telantes beamed, and hurried off, waving over his shoulder.

***

Telantes slipped in through the wooden front door, it was late afternoon, how he hoped that Raziel hadn't noticed he was gone. His bare feet thumped softly on the polished wood floor as he went down the short hallway to his room. He didn't meet Raziel on the way and heaved a sigh of relief as he opened the door, he felt proud and happy... Till he turned around.

Telantes screamed, slamming his back into his door.

Raziel was standing by the bed, arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping the floor softly, wings fluffed up and bristling slightly. He didn't look happy, not at all, he looked angry. But it was a calm anger, one that made his eyes gleam dangerously and filled Telantes with dread.

"Where were you?" Raziel asked in a stern voice, eyeing Telantes with hard green eyes that seemed to cut through him like knives.

Telantes said nothing, just stood there, back to the door, shaking a little in fear. He knew his face would be a very pale shade of grey. He had been told about the wrath of Angels, and he didn't want to face one now.

"Well?" Raziel prompted, still in the same ice-chipped, stern voice.

"I-I was shopping for shorts," Telantes held up the new jeans he had brought only a few hours ago, almost fearfully.

"I told you not to leave the house!" Raziel almost yelled, bringing his arms to his side and curling his hands into fists.

Telantes knew the only thing keeping Raziel from yelling full out, was the fact Abrariel was asleep just down the hall.

Telantes decided to give in, it was the best way to keep in Raziel's good books. "I'm sorry," he lowered his head in mock apology.

"You're still grounded," Raziel murmured, his anger visibly fading as his stance relaxed and his wings stopped bristling.

He walked past Telantes and shut the door with a soft click. Telantes went over to his dresser and put the jeans in a drawer where there were a few other clothes, all of them were too big for him. He sighed; he would need to save up a lot of gold to buy a new shirt... After he had gone through with his plans.