Blood Warrior(27)

A man who could only be described as beautiful descended from within the black storm above us. His wings had feathers of both black and white, they protruded from his back, expanding the length of probably eight feet.

He carried with him the same sword I saw in the dream, it glimmered from its own mystical light and was just as long as the expanse of his wings.

I felt my mouth hanging open and knew everyone else probably had the same expression on their face. This was completely insane, but it was the exact same as what I had dreamt that day, down to every detail.

When his sandaled feet touched the earth, he slammed the sword down into the pavement. The earth rocked violently beneath us. I held onto Drew and Gavin, hoping they didn’t fall into a sink hole from all the damage.

The angel turned his dark, glaring eyes on me and in a booming voice, he declared, “My child, you have called and I have been allowed this opportunity to assist you.”

Just like the dream, I thought, so I followed script. “Who are you?”

He smiled gently, a deep contrast from his penetrating eyes. “Why, child, I am the Warrior Angel. Back again, to help the children of my children to rid this world of the demons you call vampires once more.”

I stood, ignoring those around me, and stepped away from Drew and Gavin. I was not afraid of him, I knew from my dream that this was what was supposed to happen. “What are we supposed to do?” I asked.

He turned toward Zander, who hadn’t moved from where Korina had left him. Christina, sat with Zander again, her hand resting lightly on his head. “At this time, it is not what you should do, it is what I am going to do.” He pulled his sword from where he had driven it into the ground and strode over to my brother.

I did not take my eyes off of him, but I knew that the others had probably thought they had gone insane.

The Warrior Angel knelt down beside Zander and used the tip of his sword to lift the edge of the black tee shirt he wore. Once the cloth was over the blade, he sliced it upward so that the shirt opened up and exposed Zanders tattoo.

“This child does not come from the blood of angels, nor the blood of the gods. However, he has the soul of a warrior.” He lay his hand over Zander’s black angel wings that covered his entire back. Between the wings there was a sword, the hilt stretching up his neck. “There are not many who can fight the urges of the demon blood which runs within their veins.” The angel tilted his head, focusing on me. “I cannot stay with you upon this earth, but I can give you a gift …”

The hand which rested on my brothers back took on a heavenly glow. “Wh … what are you doing?” I mumbled.

He had turned back toward Zander, to focus on what he was doing. “I am giving you a Warrior Angel of your very own. He shall eradicate the evil which dwells on this earth. It is his calling.”

By this time, Zanders whole body was glowing as if he were soaking in the power the angel was emanating. Christina sat beside him, the look on her face was not of fear, what I saw swimming in her eyes, was gratitude. She looked like she might jump up and kiss the Warrior Angel.

I watched as the glow filtered into Zander and then, the black in the wings of his tattoo changed. Some of the feathers turned white, so that they appeared as the actual wings of the Warrior Angel.

Oh … I finally got it, white and black, good and evil. Both Zander and the angel were a mix of both. My brother was a good, good person, but he did things in his own way, which wasn’t always the “right” way to do things.

A moan escaped Zander’s lips and he turned his head slightly, so that he was looking up at Christina. “What happened?” His voice was raspy and barely audible.

The biggest grin I’d ever seen from Christina suddenly spread across her face. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She leaned down and dragged Zander into her arms.

“Ugh, I feel like total shi … what the hell is that?” He had finally spotted the Warrior Angel and struggled to sit up.

“Rest, my child,” the angel told him with a grin. “You must regain your strength.”

I pointed and murmured, “Warrior Angel.”

Zander flicked his eyes toward me and swallowed. “Uh, all right, that totally explains it.”

“I think you were dying, he revived you,” I explained.

Still confused, Zander knit his brows together and looked up at the Warrior Angel, “Well, um, I guess I should say thank you then.”

With a nod, his savior stood up and stepped away. “You’re gratitude shall be repaid many times over in the coming times.”

“What?” Zander looked to me and then Christina, “What does that mean?”