The Seven.

Chapter 3

The clock was gently ticking when I woke up at exactly 9 o'clock, as I always did. It was Wednesday today, strawberry and yogurt day. I slowly sat up barely moving the white duvet, the comforter was exactly as I had lay-ed it last night, not a ribbon out of place, not a crinkle or crease to be seen. I gently placed my feet onto the soft white plush carpet. As clear and unblemished as the day I had stolen it from the Greek King Hideious.I absentmindedly smoothed out my starched night dress as my gaze wandered the room. The familiar shapes jumping up at me, everything In my house was varied shades of white, I liked it that way, clean and neat and safe. The windows with white frames and white gossamer curtains, the fire place painted white and never used because it just created dirt. The dressing table inlaid with silver and made out of ghost wood. the silver guild mirror ,white gold. I was going to be late if I kept this up, I scolded myself. I seemed to be doing that lot lately,daydreaming. I stood up and walked to the door and turned the porcelain handle, the circular shape of it pressing reassuringly in my hand. Padding to the bathroom I quickly and efficiently fell into my daily routine. Bath,dry,dress,smooth. I liked routines. Routines were safe. Every Wednesday was strawberry and yogurt day. I looked forward to Wednesdays, Wednesdays was drop off days, meaning I was getting fresh food and books and that black ball gown I had ordered. I have lived in many places in my long life, and I remember every one of them. But for the past three years I've  been safely hiding in the Gobi desert. This was one of my better hiding places, and I was quiet proud of it. They wouldn't find me here. Not if nobody came looking for me, as rouge demons often would. Damn over achievers, thinking they can catch a fallen.  Oh their master would be proud, I though sarcastically.

The empty day stretched in front of me, today I had planned to finish my book and play some cello. But suddenly it felt like it just wasn't worth it. To pretend. I felt the urge to go and get The Box. I had these days, when I felt the need to think, and almost,almost to search, the rune on my arm blazing. I had it specially done by a vampire hunter, the toughest hardest people on the face of the earth. They were covered in runes protecting them and healing them when it was needed. They hated the angels, because when He chose the humans to make immortal he tricked the vampires and werewolves into doing his bidding by saying that he would make them an angel, then when the time came he laughed in their faces and placed the curse of eternal blood thirst on them. So they gladly helped one of the fallen, anything to spite. I cant believe how naïve I was,thinking irreplaceable. I was Uriel! I was the source of what was, what is, and what shall be! but like all the rest, I loved.

 Tears rushing down my face I ran down the white corridor, the colour suddenly making me scared, scared of what I had become, plain, emotionless. I flung all my clothes out the way, blue, green, gold, red came after all the white. I curled into the colour, like a scared child, scared of the white. And there it was, the baby blue box I reached for it with trembling ,tear stained hands. I felt the sobs wrack my body. pulling it towards me, away from the white, scared it would claim this to. Opening the lid slowly, like a sleepwalker, I picked up the first item, it was a silver baby's rattle with the letter ''R'', for Reve, my little boy, my little dreamer. I could feel the tears soaking my blouse. Next was a shirt, silk, he only ever wore silk that silly little French man, I smiled for a second, remembering. My boys, my beautiful little family. I screamed, the sound piercing the self- restraint had been so desperately holding onto for so long. It shattered into a million pieces, I clung to the shirt and the rattle, rocking back and forth screaming, the grief stronger than any reason could think of. And then, the clock stopped, the thing that had been keeping my life in its gentle rhythm for the last 3 years, stopped. Suddenly I could smell them, my back tingling with their scent. My mind blanked. All emotion drained from it. I became an angel, unfeeling, unseeing and ruthless. Gently picking up the contents of my blue box I packed it away. No, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of thinking they made me run away. Packing everything away as neatly as before I pulled on my green leather trench coat, clutched my little blue box, and slowly made my way to the glowing blue portal that lay waiting for me in the loft. The door creaked when I opened it, I hadn't been up here for so long. Glancing out of the dusty window, I see the old empty dog house, my sole attempt at getting companionship,it went well until one day a demon snapped its neck and ate it. I never tried again. As I place my one foot in the portal I heard the wind rush across the desert sand , as if  saying, go Uriel go,they are coming. I smiled, and stepped in to the portal, holding my little blue box as tightly as I could.

* AUTHORS NOTE*

Uriel is said to be the keeper of all knowledge.