Name: Noelle Thrash
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: Guardian Angel
Hair Color: Black with White highlights
Eye Color: Jade
Personality: Out-going, Funny, Sarcastic, Flirty
Likes: His friends, Belle, Christian, Eating, protecting people
Dislikes: Winter, Violence, Fighting
Attack Types: Light and Warmth, Can heal
Family: They're dead
Relationships: Christian (Crush)
Friends: Belle, Christian
Weapon: Sorcery
Theme songs: Sick and Tire (Candle) By The White Tie Affair... Will Add More
Looks: Hair covers his eyes, Emo hair, Pale skin
Clothing: Emo clothes
Goal: To protect Christian with his life.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5'4
Weight: 104
Birthplace: Ohio, America
Accent: American
Killed anyone: Yes...
Now living where?: Britian
Living, Dead, In between, Immortal?: Immortal
Name: Winter Melody
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Hair Color: Black with Rainbow highlights.
Eye Color: Icy blue
Personality: Sad, Dark, Mysterious, Seductive, Calm, Brave
Likes: Christian, Reading, Being alone, Being Happy, Warmth
Dislikes: Belle, Noelle (Most times), School
Attack Types: Darkness and Ice, Can heal with a touch
Family: None.
Relationships: Christian
Friends: None.
Weapon: Sorcery...
Theme songs: Blood Stains Blondes by DeathStars...Add more later
Looks: Long bangs, hair is short and spikey in the back. Pale as snow, Sad eyes...
Clothing: Black gothic/Emo...Warm clothes
Goal: To find the one...
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5'7
Weight: 122
Birthplace: Europe
Accent: A little french
Killed anyone: He doesn't like to talk about it...
Now living where?: Britain
Living, Dead, In between, Immortal?: Immortal...
Name: Christian
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Personality: Shy, Cute, Sad, Innocent, Lovable, Rocker
Likes: Winter, Snow, Christmas, His friends, Music
Dislikes: Belle talking too much, School, People feeling sorry for him
Attack Types: None...
Family: Mother and Father
Relationships: Winter...Or Noelle??
Friends: Noelle, Belle
Weapon: Whatever he can find.
Theme songs: Time Is Running Out by Muse... I'll find more later.
Looks: Hair is to the middle of his neck on his left side, it's down to to his shoulder on the right, looks sad, Pale-ISH skin
Clothing: Mainly gothic clothes.
Goal: To be happy.
Sexuality: Gay
Height: 5'7
Weight: 114
Birthplace: Boston, Massachuttes, USA
Accent: American
Killed anyone: Nope.
Now living where?: Britain
Living, Dead, In between, Immortal?: Living
There is...ONE person who controls what happens to us.
and no, It isn't God.
Her name is Cheriblosomchibi.
Some know her as Kayla.
Or other names.
She's trying to make our lives worth reading about.
...
Some of us don't want that.
and I'm going to try and stop her!
I ran home. I saw her. That evil being we know as our Creator. I needed to round up everyone, because there's going to be a war.
Man Vs. Creation.
I bursted in through the front door of my home. My husband, and children looked worriedly at me.
"She's coming." I whispered. My two-year old son, Xtreryis began to cry. London, My oldest- and most mature- blinked. My husband, Midnight Darilyn sighed. My young-adult daughter, Kawaii, and teen son, Zakimiru made no reaction.
"Get into your hiding places...NOW!" I demanded. The kids did as they were told, Darilyn stood beside me.
"We might die here..." His velvety voice trailed off.
shaking, I nodded, and pulled my cellphone out of jeans pocket. I quickly dialed Ai's number.
"Ai?"
"Yes?"
"It's here."
There was a small silence, then a slight whimper.
"K." He said, and the phone clicked off.
I sat on the couch. My lover sat by me. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Darilyn cuddled closely to me, and stroked my hair. He murmured assurances in my ear.
"Darilyn...I will always lo-"
I was cut off by a loud, frantic knock on the door. I looked at Darilyn and gulped. My heart was pounding furiously.
"I love you..." I whispered, walking to the door. He smiled sadly.
I peeked it open. The real Darilyn, and Emmett, My godson were standing at door.
"Ai called us...said that She's almost here." Emmett said, calmly. Darilyn was shaking. I hugged him.
"Don't worry." I said. Although I felt sorry for him. It was a fangirl of poor Darilyn. Darilyn smiled slightly. He glanced emotionlessly at Midnight Darilyn. There was a silence.
Midnight Darilyn just stood up, "I'm going to go pack some food."
Darilyn nodded. Emmett replaced him on the couch. Midnight walked into the kitchen. I let of Darilyn.
Sebastian point of view...FLASHBACK
Tears slipped from my eyes. My candied apple was only have eaten. But, there it was, a muchy mess on the concrete. My daddy was gone, nowhere in sight. My brother's knee was a crying, bawling, bloody mess.
"Cross, where's daddy?" I asked, started to sob louder. Cross wiped his eyes, and sniffled.
"I don't know!" He whined. We searched frantically. Daddy was nowhere in sight. I sunk on the ground next to Cross. People around us were no help; They didn't care.
"Daddy's gone, Cross! He'll never find us, and we're gonna die here, and-" I was cut off by someone's cold hand grabbing mine. I looked in confusion. Puzzlement turned to amazement.
"Daddy!!" I squealed, jumping up, and clinging to his side. Cross laughed, and hugged his father's legs.
"Alright, Alright..." Daddy smiled, nodding at each of us.
"Cross, What happened to your knee?" He asked.
"We were looking for you..and-and I tripped and fell." He frowned.
"Oh..." Daddy pulled a bandage out of his pocket, and pressed it to Cross's knee.
"Where were you, Daddy?" I asked in wonder, "We were really worried!"
"I was getting you guys these." he smiled warmly, and handed us each a different colored ballon. Mine was red; Cross' was blue.
"Thank you, Daddy." We said in unison.
He looked at the mess of what was my treat on the ground.
"Oh, it's okay..." He smiled. He lifted us up on his shoulders.
"Come on, let's go to the ferris wheel." He smiled.
"B-But, I'm a-afraid of h-heights, Daddy." Cross complained.
"Don't worry, Daddy got you." He smiled that smile again. He held us tighter, and walked us to the ferris wheel. We got on a cart, and Cross sat on Daddy's lap. I sat next to him, holding his hand.
The ride started. I looked down from my seat. People below were just tiny specs. I smiled, and laughed at the little people. Cross, however was not enjoying the ride. He was clinging to Daddy for dear life, asking him nervously to let him off. Daddy told him to calm down, because it would all be over soon. He patted Cross' back lightly.
Daddy started to sing. It was a very beautiful song.
[will post song lyrics here one day]
"Is that song about Mommy?" I asked. He looked down.
"No, Sebastian...It's about...someone else." He blushed.
"Who, Daddy?" I asked.
"Oh...Don't worry about it...You'll never need to know, Sebby." He closed his eyes, and smiled.
"Oh?" I asked, naively. I didn't know at all who he might be talking about, so I dismissed it.
Cross was sound asleep. The ride stopped, and we got off.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK OVER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I still remember that day, as my fondest memory of my father. Mother doesn't talk about him much. She doesn't answer my brother and I's curiosity. I don't really look like my father...beside the pale skin, sharp teeth, and I have a couple white blond streaks in my hair. Cross got most of his genes...Pale blonde hair, light pink eyes...
I sighed. I touched the pendant on my necklace. A cresent moon.
Why...did you give me this, Father? Why did you go away?
"Sebby~!" Cross's worried call interuppted my thoughts. He burst in the door, panting, and shaking.
"What..." But I already knew. I ran out to the living room. Mother was in a rage, and she was destorying everything...again.
"Moth- Mom!" I pulled her to me from behind, "Cross! Get the injection!" I barked at him. He hurried to comply. Cross returned seconds later. He pulled the needle, and there was warm fluid inside it. Father gave this to Cross when we were young. We didn't know what it was, and we still don't.
See, Our mother has the rage virus. And because she's a vampire, she will become very angry when she is running dry on blood. For some reason, the green liquid calms her.
Cross jabbed her with the needle. She stopped struggling, and started to tremble. I hugged her tightly.
"It's alright, mom." I assured her.
"Cross, get away..." I hussed. He walked into the bedroom. I didn't mean to be so angry with Cross, it's just he's too meek to see this. Cross is a shy, squeamish, but helpful-medical type. He didn't want to see this, it ws for his protection. Cross and I are both Half-Vampire...Half-Incubus...
Cross doesn't get as thirty as My mother and I though...His incubus side is more dominant.
