A/N: My story, My story, I love this story and own all characters unless stated otherwise!

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Amaranth

Chapter 1

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“Sonja, what do you have?” Jake called across the roof of the building he was standing on.

“We got a wolf fight on East Street. Big pack, I have a bad feeling about it. Lets get going. This reeks of Cary.” Sonja answered flipping her red-black hair over her shoulder. “And where there’s a Cary, there’s problems.”

“And Sheldon.” Jake muttered pushing his black hair behind his ear, revealing a silver earring.

“Can you drop the phobic act for a minute? Lets get going! I have a feeling someone is going to die. And it ain’t gonna be Justin or Stacy, you know them two.” She snapped, jumping off the building at inhuman speed. Jake followed; they hurried down the street.

But halfway to their destination, they were stopped.

A black-haired man with red eyes stepped in their way, wearing a greasy smile.

“I don’t have time for you,” Sonja growled, within a second she had shot him in the thigh and pinned him to the concrete with her knife. She pointed the silver gun at his head, “now, to put this miserable being out of his misery,” she smirked pulling the trigger quick and simple.

“C’mon, lets go before Cary rips someone’s face off again.” Sonja muttered, her crimson eyes flashing in anger.

Jake looked slightly nervous and nodded; they kept on and found themselves behind a large group of black-clad men. Two were facing off in the middle of the circle, baring pearly white fangs.

Sonja recognized the shorter one immediately, he was wearing baggy black jeans and his black hair was greased back out of his pallid face. His eyes were black, narrowed in anger, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, though he only stood about 5’6, it was obvious he was the boss. This was Justin Cary, a werewolf, actually werewolf/witch mix, though he was predominantly werewolf.

The taller one, taller by more than a foot if you wanted to be technical, was glaring down at him, he was lankier than the stocky and squared off Justin, and seemed to be no more than a scruffy street rat.

Sonja didn’t want to blink as she noticed Justin’s shoulders narrowing and his face elongating into that of his wolf instincts as he jumped the tall street-rat wolf. But she did blink, and by the time she opened her eyes again, Justin was back to normal, standing over the ripped corpse of his opponent, blood dripping down his chin.

He wiped the blood off with the sleeve of his shirt and turned to the two standing behind him. One was a girl, about his height, with waist-length chalk-white hair and white-silver eyes. She put her hands on her hips and frowned at him.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice was flat and unemotional, she was part-vampire, part-witch (no one knew how it was possible or anything but it was) and Justin’s half-sister, Samara Cary.

Justin stared off into space for a moment. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He replied gruffly.

The second person over there, was a very tall (maybe 6 inches over Justin) and pretty thin, he wasn’t wearing anything over his arms, just a black tanktop, and his arms were very well toned. He had a thin, feminine face, with sunken-in cheeks and bright eyes, with well-trimmed eyebrows and thick eyelashes. His eyes glittered solid gold, and his hair was the same color, though it had more of a tarnished shine to it, and it was falling out of the short spikes it had been in.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He reprimanded with his light, airy voice, though it was serious at the moment.

“Why not?” Justin asked in an annoyed tone.

Stacy pointed to Sonja and Jake. “They were watching.” He pointed out. “Hi you two!” he called cheerfully a second later.

Sonja laughed and walked over with Jake following begrudgingly.

“Hi Stacy, hey Justin.” She greeted. “What’s up Samara?” she added as an afterthought.

“Watching the stupid wolf fights.” Samara answered.

“What happened this time, Justin?” Sonja asked, her tone going from slightly friendly to all business.

Justin grimaced. “Got me from behind, the bastard.” He growled, ripping off one of his sleeves to reveal a pattern of claw marks.

“Hmm, get those fixed up before tomorrow or you’ll get in trouble with the bosses.” Sonja noted, but for no reason, the deep wounds were healing before their eyes and after a moment looked as if nothing had happened.

“Good stuff, shithead.” Jake muttered rolling his eyes.

“You gotta a problem pretty boy?!” Justin snapped grabbing the taller male by the throat.

Sonja pried Justin off. “He’s just an idiot, remember?” she glared at Justin. “Stop being stupid Damien.” She hissed at her partner.

“Did you hack again, find out what the angels want now?” Justin asked Sonja.

She nodded. “Didn’t get much this time, something about old legends and a new ally.” She rolled her eyes. “Cryptic. I know.” She added.

“There’s only one legend that we believe in without knowing if its true or not.” Samara spoke up simply, her quiet yet harsh voice toning to an even lower octave.

Sonja blinked. “What’s that?” she asked, not knowing of what Samara was saying.

Samara took a long breath, running a hand through her long hair. “The legend of the Great Fallen Army.” She started.

“Oh, with the King of the Fallen and his army of Damned,” Stacy agreed. “Where he was an angel by unplanned death and was cast from heaven because he was a Lost One, and he began an army and then was thrown into Purgatory for it?”

Samara nodded. “Adrian.”

Sonja raised an eyebrow. “How ridiculous.” She noted.

Jake stared at his partner for a minute. “You don’t know the story of the Fallen Army? Everyone knows that story. It’s our legend.”

Sonja shrugged. “It’s your legend. I’m a hybrid, I stand alone.”

Justin shook his head. “Your one of us, don’t doubt it, Sonja.” He told her smiling slightly, his fangs showing through his lip.

Stacy smiled brightly at Sonja. “Hybrid or no, you’re the best thing that’s happened to us!” he told her reassuringly. “Now, I wanna go get some sleep.”

They all agreed, going their separate ways.

Sonja and Jake got to their cluttered apartment and Jake fell on the couch in fatigue. “Gooight.” He told Sonja muffled through a pillow.

She covered him with a blanket, smiled slightly and walked into her room for her own night’s rest.

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Should I keep at it or not?