Playing With Fire

His Unexpected Reunion

Hey guys, as promised here's the new chapter. Two chapters in a week, hurrah to me.

*Edited 2015*

A.J.T~' 5/21/2014

CHAPTER 12

"I have seen something much more beautiful than this, love. The angel that you are."

"Rosalynn Dana Myers, I am truly and utterly in love with you."

"Goodnight, angel. Sweet dreams."

"I did like it. Actually, I loved it."

"Are you thinking about our kiss or someone else's?"

"That felt amazing." 

"I love you, Rosalynn. You're my life."

"Don't leave me, I won't let you. You're mine."

"You belong to me, not to him."

Archer's once loving voice turned into the voice of that despicable demon, with that acid seeping voice. "S-stop. Stop. Make it stop. N-no, don't c-come near m-me." Her voice whispered the same mantra, over and over again. 

"Wake up, angel. Rosie. Rosalynn, it's a dream, open your eyes, angel." Archer shook her awake. Rosalynn woke with her eyes dilated and breathing heavily. 

"Archer? What? Why are you here?" She questioned. 

"You were having a nightmare, Angel." He spoke softly as if the slightest loud sound might shatter her.

"Not again." She muttered as she placed her head on her knees. His heart broke, seeing her like this. He softly picked her up and placed her on his lap, soothingly rocking her back and forth. "It's alright." He whispered in her ear as he kissed her on the forehead.

She looked up at him and scowled. "It will never be fine. There's... there's something wrong with me. Why? Why is it the same dream? That face, I'm getting sick of seeing his face. His ruby red eyes, his crooked smile, his- his claws. But there's this sense of attachment." She buried her head in his chest. He could feel warm tears run down her cheeks and onto his chest. 

"Who is it love? Who is haunting you?" He asked. "Nikolaii. She says his name. She also mentioned the names Lucretia, Hecate and Rosalyth. She calls me Rosalyth." His eyes widened. She had just named the names of the three original angels. 

"Do you by any chance have a wing shaped birthmark on you?" He asked curiously. It has been prophesied that three ancient angels will be reincarnated to defeat the creature of darkness. "What does that has to..." She continued asking but got cut off, "Please tell me." He pleaded. Some part of him secretly hoped that she doesn't, but his wolf was clearly overjoyed to have such a powerful mate. "Yeah, a wing shaped birthmark. How do you know?" She asked surprised.

'A mistic, a wyvern and a cecedit angelus.' He muttered over again, reciting the prophecy.

'A Mistic, a Wyvern, a Cecedit Angelus will reunite,

The three sisters will rise,

To defeat the malicious power at hand,

One will descend below,

One will be lost to oblivion,

and another will sacrifice a treasure.'

"Are you okay? You blanked out for a moment." Rosalynn's words brought him back to reality. "Yeah." Archer rose from her bed and left out the door.

What just happened? Isn't she a human? If not, she is either a witch, a nephilim, or a d-dragon.

Archer felt as if all his blood has been drained from his body. I must go talk to the pack elder. He shifted and took off deep into the woods. After several minutes of running, he came upon the familiar worn door to the elder's hut. He knocked the door hurriedly and the brown  doe eyed woman opened the door. "My, my. Archer. How long is it since I have seen you, my child?" The warming twinkle in her eyes brought back so much memories. 

"Elder Anthea, I come seeking help." He spoke formally. 

"Now, now Archer, Do I have to remind you to drop all the curtsying again? Stop being such a stuck up and have tea with you grandma. Or are you too old to do that now?" Anthea playfully teased her grandson.

 "Okay, grammie." Archer took a seat on the floral furniture as his grandmother poured him a cup of tea. "Now, tell me what is wrong, my child?" She spoke with great concern.

"It's my mate." He laid it out there, straight.

"Oh? Your mate? Archer Kellan Anders, when will you bring that lass over here? It better be your real mate and not that wench who refuses to wear any decent clothing." Anthea made an unforgettable face at the mention of Bristol. Archer had dated Bristol during the sophomore and junior years of  his high school career. It was that time when his wolf was at his peak of sexual needs. Blinded by lust, he did not realize that his ex-girlfriend of two years was a total money grubbing whore til his grandmother of all people pointed it out.

"It's not Grammie. She's my real mate." He chuckled softly. "What's her name?" Anthea questioned.

"Rosalynn. It's pretty, ha?" Archer inwardly sighed til he noticed his grandmother pouring tea on the table.

"Grammie, I don't think I can drink tea from the clothe spread." Archer laughed.

"Oh my, I'm losing my mind already child. And I'm not even that old." She whined causing Archer to choke on his laughter. "Oh you mean boy, are you intending that your lovely young grandmother is old?" She took the dish rag and whipped him playfully on the side of his arm before wiping the table of the mess.

"Grammie, calling you young is like me using a record player to listen to music." He joked and she gasped and whipped him once again.

"Anyways, what is wrong with your mate?" She asked, diverting his attention from the subject from her age.

"She's one of the prophesied angels." He once again said it bluntly. 

"What?" She was shocked when she heard the information so much that she cracked the tea cup on her hand. 

"Grammie!" Archer got up halfway but her grandmother pushed him down to sit once again.

"It will heal." She waved her hand dismissively. Anthea climbed a little step ladder and picked a dusty bind-ed book from her library, with her uninjured hand.

"This will have the information you will need, Archer. Now go. I have company coming soon." Anthea handed her confused grandson the book and pushed him out the door. When she sensed him leave her territory, she hurried downstairs, stumbling few steps on the way. 

"Lucy? Lucy? Where are you honey?" Anthea hurried.

"Granny? I'm here." Lucy poked out from where Anthea hid her, which was apparently under the floorboards of the basement. "Is he gone, granny?"

"Yes, sweetheart. He's gone. But, you might want to listen to this. They found another one." Anthea lovingly stroked Lucy's hair. Lucy resembled her own daughter, Archer's mother, Sophia. Anthea had lost her along with her Son in law to a horrible rouge attack. Now, the time has come to regain what was truly theirs: revenge.

"One of my sisters?" Lucy questioned.

"Yes. He found Rosalyth. Now we must hide her and find Hecate." Anthea smiled victoriously.

"Yes, my real sister. Oh, how I miss her. I hope Nikolaii doesn't harm her." Lucy sighed loudly.