Death's Apprentice

The Lullaby

  It was about 3:37:21 in the morning of that first night and we were still all awake. Sam was playing with Eryn's hair while Eryn munched on the last of the pop corn. I sat in the windowsill holding Hannah humming a lullaby. Whisper used to sing it to me when she first came to me, after my father died. Mother became an abusive alcoholic. I was always very smart, and made it my missions to never get anything lower than a 99. So far I have upheld that goal. My father would always read to me and began to teach me the basics of chemistry when I was younger, around 4, actually. My father had a great job working for the government. He was a nuclear engener. After he died in the car crash something inside my mother snapped. Something about it being my fault. I'm not sure as to why it is my fault but I concluded that I had caused them to get into an argument which lead to my father grabbing me and a small bag of my things and trying to take me away from her. In the rush of things he didn't see the truck, driven by a drunk driver in his blind spot causing the crash.

After years of abuse and thinking about it I was 9 and that is when Whisper came to me. She was the voice I had heard over and over telling me it was my fault and that I needed to be punished but over time it changed into a spiritual being who lived inside of me in the depths of my soul waiting to be unlocked to help me in the despozal of all the evil ones in the world. Now that I am 17 my purpose is clear. I am the Soultaker and it is my mission to berid the world of those who are evil.

As I hummed the lullaby in my mind I could hear Whisper singing in her beautiful voice in the sweet anchient language of the angels, Enochian. Had I sung aloud with her the girls would think I spoke in giberish but I understood the words. They were dark yet had a strange beauty.

Lay thy head down,
innocent child.
Close your eyes
and see there is only darkness,
but dream of light,
Child of the heavens.
let yourself fade away,
into the dark embrace of night,
and dream of the warming light.
Listen to the voice dear child.
Hear it sing to you.
Let it hold you and love you.
Child do not fear the darkness,
but love it as it loves you.
The dark is not cold,

Once I had hummed it three times through the girls all were asleep and it was 3:42:19. I stopped and leaned back in the window looking out at the full moon. 'It is so beautiful.' I said softly to Whisper outloud. 'Yes it is. But not nearly as beautiful as you, darling.' I blushed a bit then my breath caugh in my throat when I saw a shadow looking through the window at me. It made a small whistling sound but it backed away and thats when I relized there were thousands all in the lawn. They all began up to the moon. It was turning red due to an eclips. Soon they all lined up and made my symbol. The blood angel symbol.

Whisper chuckled, 'It is time my love.' her voice cold and harsh. 'What do you mean?' I could feel my breath speed up a deep fear in my gut at what her answer would be.
'Time to kill.'