My Dark Guardian Angel

Dead Walker Texas Ranger

Chapter Sixteen:

-Schatten Der Niemand, proximately two days after-

Her body compvulsed in agony as electricity shot through her, her eyes screwed shut with her mouth open wide in a silent scream, with her head tilted back into the light that streamed from the pure white room.

She was the only darkness inside the room.

The electricity stopped abruptedly and she gasped as if she had been choked, gasping in deep, needy breaths with her head bowed, her poison purple hair shadowing her features. "Now," Said Rhys, a man of almost fifty millinea with greying black hair and smooth amber eyes, "Do care to tell me where the Schatten Amethyst Schlangenaugen is and I will let you and your sisters go." She chuckled dryly, her glass crystal eyes flickering up with determination and amusement, which caused Rhys to backhandedly slap her in the face. "You..." She trailed off as crimson coated her chapped lips, "...will never find, the Schatten Amethyst Schlangenaugen...and even if you do..." She chuckled softly, "...you won't know how it'll function..." She then smirked darkly, "...then...you'll look idiotic and pathetic...in front of all your companions...and all of Abgurd...and you'll be known as the foolish councilman who tried to overthrow the queen with just a stone..." This earned her another slap to the face, her chin dripping with crimson waters. "Useless," He snarled, his amber eyes burning with hatred and disgust, "I will get the Schatten Amethyst Schlangenaugen and when I do," He leaned forward so their noses almost touched as menacing amber clashed with sharp crystal.

"I will destroy all of your loved ones one by one...starting with your youngest sister, Amethyst was it?"

Her glass crystals sharpened even more, piercing his glare like a hot knife through butter, with Rhys shrugging it off and leaning back. He smirked and strode off towards the door in triumph, his amber eyes closed and chin up in the air. Suddenly, the room slowly darkened, the blinding white walls bleeding black fluids as darkness finally settled in.

Finally, darkness was here.

Jerica's head was down, her wings bound in titanium chains alongside her wrists and ankles, as her poison purple hair draped down her shoulders. A haunting, alluring, yet dark and mysterious voice echoed throughout the room in vocalization, making Rhys freeze up in fear. There was a reason why Jerica was the youngest, powerfullest queen in Abgurd, the most strongest schatten engel in the Realm of Shadows. Not only can she manipulate shadows and/or darkness, forming them into her own weapon of choice...

Her voice was her ultimate weapon.

"A taste for blood won't hold them back,

With nails that cut like razors.

Hungry for flesh, see the undead hot on our trails they chase us..."

She sung, the chains snapping off from her body, with her head slowly lifting, revealing pupil-less and white-less glowing blood red eyes as a viciously dark smirk engulfed her lips.

"We need a place, somewhere to hide,

where they won't think to go inside

Watch as your darkest fears return to life!"

She stood up gracefully, her wings spreading out in their full, intimidating length as her hair floated around her as if she were underwater.

"Don't bother sleeping without one eye open wide

There's creatures in the night to haunt you

Their arms are reaching out to hold you tight