"Koray, Koray! Open your eyes dammit! Don't you dare try to leave me! Wake up!"
Chapter 1. The Beginning
I felt myself fall forwards out of the tall oak, but instead of opening my wings instantly like I should have I just kept falling. Before I fully realized it the ground was almost reaching me, the greedy night time darkness reaching up hungerly towards me. I laughed, shaking out my wings to their full extent, nearly 14 feet. The heavy winds of the storm yanked me up, the creatures that had been scuttling around in the dark completely frozen as they watched. I knew somewhere my brother waited for me, watching with that smirk on his pale lips as usual. I really hated him.
I pushed myself up on the strong currents, closing my eyes lightly, feeling the tiny tickling of my eyelashes on my cheeks. I heard him laugh. My eyes snapped open, instantly my pupils adjusting to the new darkness. I looked to my right and down, sure enough I saw him. We are literally Night and Day. He rules the day while I stalk the night. One thing I'm just starting to learn though, Day doesn't mean Light just as Night doesn't mean Darkness. As for looks, no one would guess we were twins until they looked into our eyes. Once you see the burning fire inside our eyes, saw the magestic switching of colors, you'd know we were different, you'd run away from us.
I've only seen our mother once, but when I did she told me we had witch eyes, eyes they told a story of the beginning. I was four then, not much really could reach me. Because, unlike my brother, I had no clue what we, what I was. Now, now I'm not so clueless. I smirked down at him, tucking my wings and falling straight down. My hair, long thick curls that looked black but were really various shades of dark purple and blue too, whipped around my face, falling softly down on my shoulders and spilling down my back as I landing gently on the tree branch beside him. He was lounging back on the branch, one long, lean, muscled leg falling carelessly over, one arm behind his head while the other plucked at the needles of a tree branch.
I growled softly at him and narrowed my eyes, grinning mischeviously. He looked unamused, his white-blond hair sticking up in a artisticly mused mess, the exact opposite of my dark curls. We were twins, yes, but our fathers....our fathers couldn't be more different. I, of coarse, lucky me, got the dark sides of that strain of DNA. He, like always, picked up on my thoughts and chuckled darkly. I shoved him over and layed beside him, looking up at the moon. He hissed in a breath, almost falling sideways out of the tree. I knew he was doing it for show, he could have stopped me from pushing him before I even moved. He was that powerful, but I knew no matter what I did, no matter what I said, he wouldn't hurt me. If only he loved me, maybe I'd hate him less. But no, he didn't love me. So therefore I loved him, but I hated him just the same.
I decided to be daring, I leaned over closer to Koray and layed my head lightly on his shoulder. He instantly stiffened, No One touched him. I bit down and swallowed my giggles, looking back up at the moon. To my utter astonishment, he lightly wrapped his arm around me, warning anything in the night not to touch me. He didn't need to, they knew who the night belonged to. It had been years since he touched me without extreme force causing him to. I smiled softly to myself and sighed quietly. It was times like this that I felt love towards him, almost always I confronted him with hate. Tonight would be the night things changed.
Forever, it had only been us. Our real parents, both sets of fathers and our mother, had been killed when we were little. Of coarse we knew that after the powers came but before we didn't. Well, I didn't. I can never decide if Koray is the same as myself when it comes to emotions and memories. He isn't the emotional type. Maybe I should tell you more about myself and let it run into our parents and him. As you already know, I have wings. I don't know many 17 year olds with wings. Most angels are older, A LOT older. Heres the biggest difference between Koray and I power wise, I am the only one that has Angel Blood.
When I say angel you think heavenly creature, wings, good feelings...all that. No, that is Not what angels are. Yes, they have wings. Yes, they are in heaven. No, they aren't all nice and pretty. No, they don't go around helping people. No. Thats bull. Angels are strong and crudely selfish, they are beautiful and lusting. They kill as much as they can heal. Never forget that. My father, well....he was the worst example for an angel. He was a Fallen, one of the four Princes of Hell. He gifted and cursed me with the deed to Night. Now I reach up and out of habit touch my neck, where a perfect cresent moon was "tattooed." It had been there since birth.
Koray noticed of coarse, and to my exended astonishment, touched his own neck in the exact same place where a sun was perfectly "tattooed." We had been bred for these powers, him owning the Day as I own the Night. I smiled and laughed, once again pushing it, and poked his neck. Instead of getting mad or possibly pushing me away he just poked me back, tracing the moon with the very tip of his finger. I shivered at how cold he was, leaning away from him slightly. He smirked and suddenly his skin was blazing, almost a burning hot. Thats when I realized I had been shivering, for quite some time now. Koray had known.
I bit my lip and leaned back against him, trembling softly as the extreme temperatures of our bodies mingled dangerously, his a burning fire, mine a deep, bone-chilling cold. I felt him smile against my hair as he rested his head in my curls. I snuggled into him and closed my eyes, pretending this was how things were. As long as I could pretend that he did love me nothing could touch me. Not the cold nor the past, Nothing. Koray traced his fingers down my arm and before I knew it I had fallen into a deep slumber, my head on his chest.
I awoke to the sounds of dawn, my hair easily falling into my eyes creating a curtain that let some of the pale morning haze wash over my face and sear my eyes. I yawned and then opened my eyes wider, feeling around me in alarm as I recalled how I fell asleep.
"Forget me eh, little sis?" Koray smirked, sarcasm heavily laddened in his tone. He sounded wide awake, as if he never slept. I gasped, jumping off the branch and flingling open my wings, hanging balanced in the air.
"You stayed? All night?" I sounded accusing and alarmed, all the better in his mind. He grinned, flashing perfectly straight white teeth that gleamed, and shrugged.
"I couldn't just dump you off my chest and hope you woke up before you hit the ground. I might have to carry you back home and, no offense, that's the last thing I want to do on my Saturday morning." He flownced off the branch, landing like a cat on his feet and disappearing between that second and the next.
I watched him, glaring fiercely at his back. This is why I hated him. See, despite his white-gold looks, Koray was all demon. Shocking right? Me, the angel, intertwined with the darkness of night like two puzzle pieces, was the angel. Koray, my beautiful golden knight of angelic light and saintly demean, was the demon. Our mother, well she knew what she was doing when she had us. She cursed us and gifted us with the best thing and the worst thing the universe has to give.
We are the last two keys to a world that could unlock two very difference outcomes for the world. You see, one of us will destroy the world with Pandora's Box... and one of us will bring humanity back to The Heavens. But we cannot do it without the other, and we cannot do one without causing th other. Koray doesn't know that I remembered that... he doesn't believe in me. I'll wipe that smirk off that beautiful face one day, he'll see me as his equal. Afterall, we are one and the same.
I just shake out my messy, tangled curls and bite my bottom lip, drawing in my anger. Soon enough I'm calm enough to land flat on the ground and begin walking towards town, some little bit of no where out in Nevada. Koray says it's important be stay here, keep a low profile. I think he's just mad that I love big cities and fit in. He always one to stick out like a black magic rose in the middle of a December snow storm. With that I shove him out of my head and stubbornly continue on, my keen senses expanded to monitor the area surrounding me.
Soon I realized I had miscalculated the distance, our little renderverous had in fact been a good two hours walk away from our house. Ugh. It's not like I could just fly home... A mischevious grin lights up my face as I crouch down and launch myself into the air, a good ten feet, waiting until I'm almost hitting the ground again to throw open my wings and let the wind carry me off. Up above the magnificant trees I can imagine things were like when we were little. See, growing up none of what we are, what I am, was ever discused. Of coarse we didn't have parents around but nothing was particularly 'magical' about us. Until we turned thirteen that is.
I reached the house and saw him laying across the bottom step, his head laying on his folded arms, his legs long legs dangled over the side and his eyes were half closed. "You're home." My voice was cold and disappointed. I hadn't wanted to see him here; I was planning to do something he wouldn't approve of.
"A little birdie told me to be here when you got here." Before I had taken a step forward he had stood and rushed me, grabbing my arms and pinning me against the side of the house. "Why. Were. You. Talking. To. That. Filthy. Half breed?" He was nose to nose with me, his lips skimmed back from his teeth in a snarl. I lashed out my foot and kicked him sharply in the knee, which allowed me enough time to get away from him while he looked at me in shock.
I look back at him and snorted, my anger boiling over. "Because he doesn't try to control me, he wants to help me. Unlike you." I was being truely nasty now but he deserved him. I felt guilty yet felt slightly satisfied when the color drained from his face, the blazing light in him beautiful eyes going out. "You don't own me Koray. You don't own me." I turned on my heel and stormed off back into the forest, unaware of shrill peels of laughter, clearly female laughter, that were left behind.
Chapter 2: What the hell are you doing here?
Koray dropped down on the steps and sighed heavily, running his hands backwards through his messy hair. He heard laughter, familiar laughter, but didn't think about it. He was worried about Danica, her thoughts had been angry and hurt when she left. Of coarse he felt the same things she did but he could compress it into the back of his mind and forget about it where she couldn't.
"What happened to you, Mozika, you look awful. Total cat died look."
His head snapped up, and his mouth fell open. Before him stood a girl, all legs and beautiful curves. She was tall, almost 5'8, and had pin straight blonde hair razor slashed around her face and spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes were covered by the darkest black sunglasses ever and what little bit of clothing she wore was a red leather dress, slit down low and barely covering her thighs. Her shoes were dark black motorcycle boots with chains dangling from the laces. Her scarlet-lip sticked lips curved up in a smile. "Long time no see, Rayhanne. " Koray stood up and hugged the girl, all too aware of how she curved around him like a snake. He pulled away. "What are you doing here?"
She smiled at him and shook out her hair, spiky bangs falling in her eyes. "Thought I'd come say hello. Is it a problem?" She smirked, a dangerous thing he knew. She perched herself on the edge of the step. He shook his head slightly and stood in front of her.
"Dancia wouldn't be pleased. You know she doesn't know about so much, she's still too young. I don't want her upset." A protective growl underlayed his words, a blaze returning to his glacier eyes. She smirked farther, a red lollipop appearing in her hand. She popped it into her mouth and began sucking at it.
"I don't care about that baby. I don't see why you bother, you're so different. Why don't you send her off with her daddy and let her grow up, then you could do what you're meant to." She removed her glasses, her eyes were pure gold. Slit cat-eyed pupils and barely any white. "Zaine and Kenzie miss you, ya know," She added in a small voice. He didn't fall for it.
"They could bother to show up at a meeting if that were so. Leave Danica alone, Rayhanne. I mean it." He half snarled the words, a bitterness settling in. she licks the lolli and waved her hand.
"I don't want the little witch. She's all yours." She snorted and looked deep into his eyes, trying to read him. "You love her so much. Wonder what your mother would say. Of coarse you dad's probably rolling around in his grave over it." She threw the stick over her shoulder, out into the grass. She watched him carefully, stalking his emotions. She stuck out her tongue out at him, streaked with dark red. He could just barely see her fangs wink out at him.
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