The Messenger

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The Messenger

Chapter 1: Waking Up


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I screamed as my consciousness was slammed back into my body and the awareness of the pain I was going through hit me hard. I have never screamed when I was hurt before, but then again I’ve never hurt on this magnitude before. Not like this. When I died it was a pin prick compared to what I was going through now.

This was hell.

I could feel something or someone holding me down but the sure agony I was going through fogged my brain until all was left was that pain. I could feel the tears burning down my cheek and could hear both shouted and whispered words but I couldn’t understand them.

Then I was filled with a sudden feeling of peace. The pain dulled to a manageable level and I started to drift off into slumber.

I tasted copper and the faint flavor of something indistinguishable in my mouth and realized that I had pierced my bottom lip with the fangs I had grown. I licked my lips and my last thought before succumbing to the darkness of sleep was ‘…why does it taste like the smell of winter?’

I was woken up only god knows how long later by a poke to the shoulder.

“Gabriel are you awake now?” I blinked as Raph’s jumbled question finally made its way into my brain and I nodded.

“Yeah…quit poking me.” I said which earned me a laugh from the perpetrator which was Michael.

“Good. Well that went a little longer than I’d hoped.” Raph said as he wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. I noticed there were four slash marks down his forearm and a spike of worry hit me.

“I am fine Gabriel; it is Mikie you should be more worried about. He took your claws to the face.” The black haired Fynch told me and my eyes snapped to the brunette. They were faint but still noticeable. Three large slashes went across the bridge of his nose and over his left eye.

“Don’t worry about me, this will disappear in a couple hundred years.” He said teasingly with a wink. That didn’t make me feel any better.

“Stop teasing him Mikie, making him feel bad for no reason. Don’t worry Gabriel those marks will be gone within two days. I healed most of the damage.” I nodded numbly. It grew quiet and in that time I came to two realizations. One, I wasn’t human anymore even though I could feel my heart beating soundly in my chest, and two. Michael and Raphael were tall.

They both stood at six foot four but Michael had a slouch while Raphael was regal. Now that they weren’t in those SWAT uniforms I could tell that both men were built differently.

Raphael wore a button up shirt that was button completely up except for the top three buttons and was a soft shade of baby blue. He wore black slacks as well but I couldn’t see his feet so I didn’t know what kind of shoes he was wearing. I assumed they were black dress shoes. He had a more slender build than his twin I also noticed.

Michael wore a black sleeveless shirt that clung to his well defined muscles and a pair of black jeans. I could see his feet from where I was laying (he’d perched himself on the expensive looking cherry wood dresser facing the end of the bed) and he was wearing a pair of scuffed black leather boots. His hair was down opposed to the loose braid his twin had.

I also noticed that I was in a high class apartment if the expensive decorations weren’t obvious enough. I was in a bedroom that was decorated in soft warm colors, reds, oranges and some yellows as well. The walls were painted crimson with an orange-red trim and had orange-yellow drapes on the windows. They were closed and the blinds were down so not a single ray of sunlight entered the room.

The bed I was laying on was firm, but soft and the sheets were red and felt like silk. The headboard was solid oak and stained dark so it looked dark red. There were intricate carvings on it and it looked to be a century old, if not older.

I assumed I was in Raphael’s room; it was too bright for Michael.

“Gabriel, is there something on your mind?” Raphael asked when he noticed I was spacing out. I turned my attention to him and saw his eyes brighten.

“Is this your room?” I asked the raven. He chuckled at me before nodding his head.

“How could you tell?” he asked. Michael was about to say something but Raphael shushed him.

“Well, from what I can tell, you like bright warm colors and Michael likes gothic dark colors.” I said before turning my attention to the other Fynch. Michael hopped off the dresser and squatted down at the edge of the bed.

I stared into his eyes for the longest of time. His light amber eyes shifting and churning with hidden intelligence. Then a broad smirk made its way across his face before turning into a full blown grin.

“This kid, he’s sharp.” Michael said before he walked back over to the dresser but instead of hopping up on it like he had before, he leaned against it. He crossed his arms over his chest and crossed his ankles.

“I thought that would be quite apparent, you’re a little slow on the uptake little brother,” Raphael said which earned him a glare and a muttered ‘by only two minutes’. “In all honesty Demarius chose right by us to Guardian this Fledgling.”

“He speaks to you too?” I asked and knew the instant it had come out of my mouth I should have said it. They both stared at me with awe in their eyes and something else I couldn’t quite name.

“He spoke to you?” Michael was the first to ask. “What did he say?” came the question from Raphael. Oh no, they were doing the twin thing weren’t they.

Honestly I didn’t know if I should tell them what Demarius had told me but there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I should trust these two.

“He called me his messenger.” Okay so technically he’d called me his ‘Little Messenger’ but I have height issues okay? I’m five foot seven. That’s short for a guy where I come from. Let’s just say I had more enemies than friends.

“I’ve never heard of this before, what could it mean?” Raphael said as he paced heavily in front of the bed and by proxy his twin.

“I agree Twin, this is serious business.” Michael said with seriousness in his voice opposed to the lighthearted tone he usually used.

“This is absurd! Gabriel is naught but two days old and he calls him to do his work?” then things grew quiet and I realized quickly they were talking to each other telepathically. That was cool and all but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“We know what happens when we don’t listen to him Twin,” Michael said as he caught Raphael with a soft hand to the face, stroking with one finger the scar over his eye.

To be quite honest they sounded more like lovers than they did brothers. I’ve always had an open mind so needless to say I wasn’t quite as shocked when Raphael leaned in and gently nuzzled his brother’s neck.

I cleared my throat because it was way too awkward to try to say anything. The two looked at me and it was Michael who spoke up first.

“I know this seems a bit strange to you, but Raph and I share a bond that goes beyond the understanding of even the Adept Vampires.” The brunette said. His raven haired brother turned to me then and answered the questions that had arisen with Michael’s cryptic statement.

“He means that we aren’t mere brothers, it’s something that is hard to explain. We are also soul twins. Our connection runs so deep that if were one of us were to die then the other wouldn’t be far behind. We are not lovers if that is what you are thinking.” I swallowed a lump in my throat that I hadn’t known I had. I wasn’t going to pretend I understood it. Like they had said, even the oldest of Vampires (how I’d know what he was talking about when he’d said Adept I don’t know I just did.) couldn’t comprehend.

“I think we should let him rest, he’s had enough shock for one day.” Michael said as he turned to leave in a rather sneaky manner. I was going to snicker but I realized something.

“But I just woke up…” I tried to protest but Raphael shook his head.

“You’ll need all the rest you can get, Fledglings need to rest a lot their first week. And where do you think you’re going? You’re the one who has to carry him.” The raven haired twin said the part directed at the brunette in an irritated voice. Michael sighed, he’d been caught (like there was hiding anything from his twin) and turned back around heading over to where I was laying on the bed.

“He can be downright bossy, I don’t know why I live with him.” He whispered (rather flamboyantly) in my ear once I was in his arms. I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. I didn’t take too kindly to being carried around like a bride, but to be honest I didn’t think my legs would work even if I tried.

I had a feeling I was going to like living with these two, as odd as they were. I was carried out the door and down the long narrow hallway to another room. There was a door across from the one we entered.

“That’s my room if you’re wondering. I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. I have two pet cobras and an albino scorpion.” He told me seriously but with a smile on his face. I perked up and he raised an eyebrow at me.

“What? I love snakes.” I told him with a smile. He grinned at me.

“Then you and me are gonna get along just fine.” He said with a wink before he playfully dropped me to the mattress. I took a good look around the room and my eyebrows shot up into my hairline.

Everything (decoration wise) was an exact copy of my old dorm room. My old laptop sat on a rather nice looking cherry wood desk with a black swivel chair. The flooring in this room were hardwood (I hate carpet, it’s too hard to clean) like the floor in Raphael’s room. It was Brazilian Cherry and almost the same shade as the desk.

I saw my black iPod resting next to my laptop and my old Gibson acoustic guitar leaning against the desk. There was a another cherry wood dresser that had a few knickknacks that looked familiar but I couldn’t place, and had to be full of my clothes.

The two Disturbed posters that decorated the walls were the kicker, one was directly in front of the end of the bed on the far wall and one above the headboard. The one above the headboard had all four of the band’s signatures on it and I couldn’t help but gape.

“I didn’t have a signed one.” I said as I stared at it. I heard Michael chuckle and flop down on his side next to me.

“It used to be mine. I got a new one and didn’t have room for that one so I figured you could use two instead of just one. Your iPod is full of Disturbed, Killswitch Engage, and Korn.” I looked at him with exasperated eyes and he chuckled.

“I am a little nosey, but hey, that’s just me.” He said with a shrug. I reached out and tugged on one of his locks and he yelped.

“I am a very personal person. Ask next time, I would have gladly let you.” I told him as I let his hair go and flopped back on my pillows. I had four! Wow, I only had one in my dorm room. And silk...

“Well I better let you sleep, you look tired.” Michael said as he started to stand. A sudden wave of panic shot through me and I grabbed his arm.

“Can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?” I asked. He smiled a heartwarming smile and kicked his boots off.

“Can’t stay for long, too uncomfortable sleeping in jeans.” He said with a chuckle before crawling in the bed and pulling me to his chest. I sighed as his scent washed over me and I chuckled sleepily. He smelt like coffee.

It didn’t take long for sleep to catch me in its embrace once again. I hoped I could find a solution for the torrent of questions swirling around in my brain. Sometimes, patience is the best way to go.

They’ll tell me what I need to know eventually. I just hope it didn’t drive me mad getting to that point.

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