Tainted Angel
Chapter One
Stolen Innocence.
When the word angel is looked up in the Collins Gem English Dictionary, the definition given is: Divine messenger; ministering or attendant spirit; person with the qualities of such a spirit e.g. gentleness, purity, innocence, white, etc.
Quite frankly this definition is a stereotype.
The angel that this story is about, does not fly, or have magical healing powers, or live under the eye of God.
She does not guide, or deliver holy messages.
In fact, this angel isn't an angel at all.
She is a teenager, an average teenager, with a passion for mythology.
An average teenager that is about to find those mythical creatures do not only dwell in fairy tales, and that vampires are all too real.
An average teenager that can only be called an angel for her bravery, and for her self-sacrifice.
***
Laurel Corona
***
You would image that such a person, as one of the main characters of this story would be found in the popular social groups, surrounded by guys trying to win her affections, and girls trying to be her best friend.
Our story does not begin there, nor will it ever, for the heroine of this story is not and never will be part of that social group. She wouldn't allow herself to be.
No, this story starts in the back right hand corner of a bedroom, where Laurel sat her back against the wall with the window open above her, allowing a calm breeze to waft through where she sat, and tickle her warm skin, it was in the early morning of the hours, she'd been up since three a.m.
Her knees were drawn up, and a blanket draped around her shoulders. Her book rested against them, leaving one hand free to turn pages, and the other to hold the torch.
Her face was fixed in concentration, her eyes flicking backwards and forwards across the page taking every word in.
The book she was reading was one that her grandmother had left her in her will, along with an old necklace, which this girl could identify as an Ankh, the Egyptian symbol for eternal life, which she wore around her neck.
This book she could only presume was fiction, as were most the books she read, as it had an awesome storyline which plunged the reader into the heart of Vampire culture.
She'd never heard of a Vampire royal family before, and it was a good twist to the plot.
The book spoke of how all Vampires were equal, except for the esteemed family of Lamia
(Which Laurel had read in the dictionary meant the same as vampire: (folklore) a corpse that rises at night to drink the blood of the living)
The house of Lamia had always been in power as their family received the right to royalty when they formed the strategy that allowed vampires to become temporarily victorious over the Faerie realm, with whom the Vampires had been warring with for centuries.
No mythological creatures were immortal; they would live forever if they wanted, unless they were struck a killer blow by a weapon then they would die. Vampires were close to becoming extinct when the house of Lamia: The Vampire house of magic, found a spell and sent the Faerie back to their dimension in which they were sealed. Doing this saved the remaining vampires.
The winning of this war meant that the Vampires were now the most powerful of all beings in the mythical realm, more powerful then werewolves, more powerful then witches and more powerful then spirits, more powerful then all races.
And because the house of Lamia had been the ones who had won the war, they had been granted royalty.
Next to the page about the royal family, there was a portrait of the current King of the Vampires.
He looked young, but all mythological creatures stopped ageing when they reached their prime, there was no way to guess his age.
A beeping on the other side of the room caught her attention, her alarm was going off, signalling that it was seven o'clock, she'd been reading for four hours.
It was Monday morning, the start of a school week, the start of another week of tiredness.
She stood in front of her mirror, which hung on the wall above her bookcase that was filled with books of mythology.
Laurel was still in her pyjamas, staring at her reflection.
Staring at the reflection of an average fifteen-year-old.
Staring at the girl with large brown eyes, and straight dark brown hair.
Staring at the girl with pale-ish skin and the medium sized pigment of a heart on her arm.
Staring at the girl that was average in every way, the girl who's life was boring in ever way, the girl who had no adventure in her life.
Laurel sighed, then dressed in black pants and a baby blue turtleneck. Slipping her feet into a pair of black and silver sandals she picked up her school bag, neatly packed from the night before as insisted by her mother, and headed out the door to catch the bus that would take her to A La Mode Senior High School.
The window, left open by Laurel made the pages of Laurel's recent material flick open to a certain page, the page of prophecy.
The prophecy spoken by the greatest seer of all Vampires.
On thee night of the full moon of Legerdemain An heir to thy 12th King shalt be born Not of Vampire womb but of mortal. Thee Prince shalt not wed a vampire born Nor shall he live a life lone His mate lie elsewhere in the land of mortal If thee Night star is not found, then the war of all wars shalt overcome For the heir of power shalt never be conceived.
***
Formal: Seth Mordant Cimmerian, Informal: Seth
***
The sixteen year old, destined to be the thirteenth King of the Vampires was not in a good mood.
Vampires were evil creatures, not purely evil, everyone knew that there were far more evil beings out there than Vampires, Faeries for one, Vampires only fed on blood, Faeries fed on innocence and life force.
But Seth was feeling as if he could kill.
On thee night of the full moon of Legerdemain An heir to thy 12th King shalt be born Not of Vampire womb but of mortal. Thee Prince shalt not wed a vampire born Nor shall he live a life lone His mate lie elsewhere in the land of mortal If thee Night star is not found, then the war of all wars shalt overcome For the heir of power shalt never be conceived.
The words of the prophecy echoed in his head.
This was not a good day for him; his father had forced him to go to a mortal school where he could figure out his plan for ensnaring his future bride.
Vampire princes DID NOT associate with humans let alone pretend to be one, and he, Seth Mordant Cimmerian was to pretend to BE one.
Seth Mordant Cimmerian stared at the stupid decorative sign of the school in front of him.
"A La Mode Senior High School' The sign read in large fancy silver writing.
Seth curled his lip in disgust, his mate better be here, or else he may have to go on a feeding spree.
Chapter One
Stolen Innocence.
When the word angel is looked up in the Collins Gem English Dictionary, the definition given is: Divine messenger; ministering or attendant spirit; person with the qualities of such a spirit e.g. gentleness, purity, innocence, white, etc.
Quite frankly this definition is a stereotype.
The angel that this story is about, does not fly, or have magical healing powers, or live under the eye of God.
She does not guide, or deliver holy messages.
In fact, this angel isn't an angel at all.
She is a teenager, an average teenager, with a passion for mythology.
An average teenager that is about to find those mythical creatures do not only dwell in fairy tales, and that vampires are all too real.
An average teenager that can only be called an angel for her bravery, and for her self-sacrifice.
***
Laurel Corona
***
You would image that such a person, as one of the main characters of this story would be found in the popular social groups, surrounded by guys trying to win her affections, and girls trying to be her best friend.
Our story does not begin there, nor will it ever, for the heroine of this story is not and never will be part of that social group. She wouldn't allow herself to be.
No, this story starts in the back right hand corner of a bedroom, where Laurel sat her back against the wall with the window open above her, allowing a calm breeze to waft through where she sat, and tickle her warm skin, it was in the early morning of the hours, she'd been up since three a.m.
Her knees were drawn up, and a blanket draped around her shoulders. Her book rested against them, leaving one hand free to turn pages, and the other to hold the torch.
Her face was fixed in concentration, her eyes flicking backwards and forwards across the page taking every word in.
The book she was reading was one that her grandmother had left her in her will, along with an old necklace, which this girl could identify as an Ankh, the Egyptian symbol for eternal life, which she wore around her neck.
This book she could only presume was fiction, as were most the books she read, as it had an awesome storyline which plunged the reader into the heart of Vampire culture.
She'd never heard of a Vampire royal family before, and it was a good twist to the plot.
The book spoke of how all Vampires were equal, except for the esteemed family of Lamia
(Which Laurel had read in the dictionary meant the same as vampire: (folklore) a corpse that rises at night to drink the blood of the living)
The house of Lamia had always been in power as their family received the right to royalty when they formed the strategy that allowed vampires to become temporarily victorious over the Faerie realm, with whom the Vampires had been warring with for centuries.
No mythological creatures were immortal; they would live forever if they wanted, unless they were struck a killer blow by a weapon then they would die. Vampires were close to becoming extinct when the house of Lamia: The Vampire house of magic, found a spell and sent the Faerie back to their dimension in which they were sealed. Doing this saved the remaining vampires.
The winning of this war meant that the Vampires were now the most powerful of all beings in the mythical realm, more powerful then werewolves, more powerful then witches and more powerful then spirits, more powerful then all races.
And because the house of Lamia had been the ones who had won the war, they had been granted royalty.
Next to the page about the royal family, there was a portrait of the current King of the Vampires.
He looked young, but all mythological creatures stopped ageing when they reached their prime, there was no way to guess his age.
A beeping on the other side of the room caught her attention, her alarm was going off, signalling that it was seven o'clock, she'd been reading for four hours.
It was Monday morning, the start of a school week, the start of another week of tiredness.
She stood in front of her mirror, which hung on the wall above her bookcase that was filled with books of mythology.
Laurel was still in her pyjamas, staring at her reflection.
Staring at the reflection of an average fifteen-year-old.
Staring at the girl with large brown eyes, and straight dark brown hair.
Staring at the girl with pale-ish skin and the medium sized pigment of a heart on her arm.
Staring at the girl that was average in every way, the girl who's life was boring in ever way, the girl who had no adventure in her life.
Laurel sighed, then dressed in black pants and a baby blue turtleneck. Slipping her feet into a pair of black and silver sandals she picked up her school bag, neatly packed from the night before as insisted by her mother, and headed out the door to catch the bus that would take her to A La Mode Senior High School.
The window, left open by Laurel made the pages of Laurel's recent material flick open to a certain page, the page of prophecy.
The prophecy spoken by the greatest seer of all Vampires.
On thee night of the full moon of Legerdemain An heir to thy 12th King shalt be born Not of Vampire womb but of mortal. Thee Prince shalt not wed a vampire born Nor shall he live a life lone His mate lie elsewhere in the land of mortal If thee Night star is not found, then the war of all wars shalt overcome For the heir of power shalt never be conceived.
***
Formal: Seth Mordant Cimmerian, Informal: Seth
***
The sixteen year old, destined to be the thirteenth King of the Vampires was not in a good mood.
Vampires were evil creatures, not purely evil, everyone knew that there were far more evil beings out there than Vampires, Faeries for one, Vampires only fed on blood, Faeries fed on innocence and life force.
But Seth was feeling as if he could kill.
On thee night of the full moon of Legerdemain An heir to thy 12th King shalt be born Not of Vampire womb but of mortal. Thee Prince shalt not wed a vampire born Nor shall he live a life lone His mate lie elsewhere in the land of mortal If thee Night star is not found, then the war of all wars shalt overcome For the heir of power shalt never be conceived.
The words of the prophecy echoed in his head.
This was not a good day for him; his father had forced him to go to a mortal school where he could figure out his plan for ensnaring his future bride.
Vampire princes DID NOT associate with humans let alone pretend to be one, and he, Seth Mordant Cimmerian was to pretend to BE one.
Seth Mordant Cimmerian stared at the stupid decorative sign of the school in front of him.
"A La Mode Senior High School' The sign read in large fancy silver writing.
Seth curled his lip in disgust, his mate better be here, or else he may have to go on a feeding spree.