The Balance of Time
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
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1,074
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The Balance of Time
The 23-year old female pounded and screamed against her captor. “I cant STAND churches!!! Let me down!!” she screeched and pounded on the males back. She kicked and screamed and pounded until she wore herself down. “Child of Satin, you will be judged.” the man said. She sighed/groaned and stopped her futile struggling. She slumped, making her long black hair fall everywhere. “God damn you to hell, you priest.” she moaned and tried valiantly to ignore the fact that she was being carried into a church. She was thrown on the alter in front of the statue of Jesus and God. She looked up and scoffed. She still hated the guy. She was surprisingly calm for someone about to die somewhere she couldn’t stand. She leaned back and crossed her legs, gently, shaking her foot. “Bow before God.” the priest demanded and she only did one thing. Flip him off. The priest exploded and started ranting at the two other priests there. The 23-year old kind of wished her father or her godfather were there to get her. Again. ‘You sent to me your son. For that, I am grateful.’ her mind thanked the highest power. “She will be crucified like the Lord’s son was.” the priest decided and the other two grabbed her. ‘How’d this happen?’ she asked herself. ‘How’d the 2nd greatest evil soften? How’d she get captured again?’ She decided to go through memories to find the answer’s. And to piss the priest off.
It all started when her father, Satin or Devil or whatever you want to call him, took human form; seduced and impregnated her mother. She was born at 3:33 in the morning with deep blue eyes and a head full of black hair and not even a cry as she came out into the world. Her father allowed about two days for her mother to be with her when he sent her godfather for her. His name was Vlad Dracula and he had five or six children of his own. It all began in that hospital on that day of her wretched, evil, birth.
The doctor handed the baby to the mother, who started crying as she held her. “Faith. I will name her Faith.” she said as the baby’s blue eyes traveled around the room. The doctor left the baby to her mother for a little while. The mother cradled the child while a nurse cooed at her. A silver haired female watched from the window; sitting on the slanted roof like thing outside it. She had silver hair that would have reached her bottom if she were standing and a leather top. It went to her shoulders and cut down to show cleavage. The top was held together at her chest by ties that crisscrossed down and was cut off a good three inches from her leather pants. The pants fit like a glove along her waist and showed off her bellybutton and some skin below that before it took over. The pants flared a little over her boots that were about four inches high. Her pale neck held a single silver band across the throat and that was it. Silver/grey eyes adored her pale face, adding to the beauty she already had. She held her hand out and the shadows turned into a phone. “She’s had the child.” she spoke into it. ‘At what time?’ a female voice asked back. “At…ohh! 3:33, 333, 666 the devil really does exist, in the morning. Now the doctor has her and is putting her in the infant room in this stupid mortal contraption.” she reported. ‘…What is her name?’ “The stupid mortal woman named her Faith. We’ll just have to change that, wont we?” she asked and heard a laugh in response. ‘That’s a little mean, Fantasia.’ the voice responded to the criticism. “Put father on.” she asked with amusement dancing in her voice. ‘Hello?’ she knew by the accent that it was her father. “The child is born.” she informed him. ‘Watch that child, Fantasia. I’m supposed to come and get her. But I will give mommy a few days.’ “I don’t see why.” Fantasia admitted, looking at her abnormally long nails. ‘Because his mother carried him for nine months before the pain of birth.’ “Um, father, it’s a girl.” she announced and got ready for the fireworks. ‘What?! It’s a girl?!’ the voice raged. “Yes, it’s a girl!” she stated back, rolling her uniquely colored eyes. ‘How can it be a girl? WOMEN ARE WEAK!!!!!’ he raged again and Fantasia took it as an insult. “Well, don’t go biting my head off!! Go suck a mortal dry or something for the next few days.” she suggested angrily and threw the phone before her father got a chance to respond. “Who’s there?” a voice called from inside the window. “Whoa snap!” Fantasia nearly swore and thought fast.
The nurse walked to the window and looked outside. She only saw the trees and the sky, the grass and the stars and she shrugged. Fantasia grunted quietly from under the roof like porch as she held herself there. “Hm. Guess it was my imagination.” Then Fantasia heard some rustling and then nothing. Fantasia softly exhaled, thanking her trainer that taught her. “Wait, a couple of days? Im not allowed in the sun, damn it! Hello, vampire!! Stupid dad.” she cursed softly and let her feet and one hand drop and grab the wood its partner had a hold of. She swung herself into the air and dissipated into pure shadows, thinking of the baby’s aura.
With a soft grunt, Fantasia landed in the hallway of the hospital and started walking down the dark hospital halls, following the baby’s aura and ignoring the signs all around her. She stopped when the baby’s aura was overwhelming and turned her head to see. She walked into a room filled with plastic cradles and pink and blue blankets. Black hair cought her eye and she looked over. She leaned against the plastic cradle and let one of her hands travel down the baby’s smooth and soft flesh. The baby opened its brilliant blue eyes and grabbed Fantasia’s finger. Fantasia’s eyes widened as the baby took her finger into its mouth and started suckling on the tip of her finger. “You’re so cute.” Fantasia muttered and the baby giggled softly, still holding her finger in her toothless mouth. After a couple seconds, the baby released her finger and reached out for Fantasia herself. Fantasia drew back in surprise and looked around, spotting a rocking chair. Looking back at the baby, she saw that her arms were reaching up and grabbing the air with a large grin on her face. Fantasia sighed, then groaned at her cuteness and she finally came to a conclusion. She pushed her long silver hair off her shoulders and reached down for the baby. Leaning the baby’s head against her chest, she walked over to the rocking chair. Setting herself down the best she could, she leaned back with the baby still cuddling up to her leather top. Fantasia fixed the blanket on the baby so she wouldn’t get cold as she pushed her boot against the floor to start the gentle rocking. She watched her mother take care of her siblings on the video’s. End of story. The child needed to sleep by the droopiness of her eyes so Fantasia decided that she would help out there. She is practically her aunt! She began to sing an ancient lullaby that her mother had sang to her and her mother to her, and her mother to her for generations back. She hummed the whole song first but the baby girl was still awake and playing with a lock of silver hair that she somehow managed to get a hold of. She rolled her eyes, still humming before adding the words, watching the baby’s eyes droop as she sang. “Ay da urbi? Theoris siti: An iznik ramla. Ode olabisi madisa umm. Jendayi oseye panya! Remhema eshe. Sadaki asim. Kamila is Ra. Halima thema Bahiti sharifa Meskhenet rashallan. Theoris siti: an iznik ramla. Ode olabisi madisa umm. Jendayi oseye panya! Remhema eshe. sadaki asim. Kamila is Ra. Halima thema Bahiti sharifa. Meskhenet rashallan, ma’a salaema. Please go to sleep!” she wined at the end of the song and the child obeyed and drifted off just as she heard footsteps against the floor. Concentrating, she instantly recognized the aura and relaxed again. Upon recognizing it, she didn’t bother to stop anything she was doing. Not her soft voice and not to move an inch besides to rock the chair back and forth. Her father walked in and the first thing he spotted was Fantasia with the baby. “This is her?” his heavily accented voice asked her, disbelievingly. Her soft singing stopped. “Yep, Satins child herself. She don’t look it, does she?” Fantasia asked, looking to her father and then both to the baby. The baby started, at that moment, to suck on Fantasias silver hair. Fantasia’s eyebrow twitched and her father laughed. Fantasia gently tugged the lock of hair out of the infant’s mouth and switched the baby to where her head was in the crook of her arm. Her father bent down and rubbed the black hair. “No, frankly, she doesn’t. I’m surprised it’s a girl period.” Fantasia eyed her father with a smirk on her lips. “What? I learned from you.” Their heads snapped up as they heard footsteps. “Shit,” Fantasia cursed and then rushed to put the baby back without waking any of the baby’s up.
The father and daughter watched as a woman in blue robes walked in. She had brown hair and a hood on halfway back her hair. She had a rosary around her wrist and ankle that dangled as her form was bathed in white light as pure white wings spilled out of her back. She walked up to the infant now known as Faith. “So you are Satins abomination,” she said in a low, soft, sweet voice as the baby stirred. “You poor thing.” she finished in a hushed tone then put her hands together under her chin, praying. Dracula immediately realized that it was Latin and the baby wailed. “You already take after him.” she whispered then disappeared as nurses rushed to aid the fussing baby. “Two days?” the daughter asked her father, looking at him. “Maybe two.” he responded, patting her hair.
The baby spent almost the whole two days in her mothers arms, sobbing her beautiful eyes out while both demons and angels watched. During the day, Fantasia was forced to meld into the shadows of the hospital just to watch the baby and stayed where she was during the night while the infants mother fed her. Finally, a ’stupid mortal nurse’ came and took the baby. “Finally!!” she muttered. Now she had to wait ’till closer to midnight. As time passed and she got more tired, her eyes fluttered close. After a while, she shifted and pressed her back against the wall and her legs angled to the side, her mind falling into a deep slumber. Fantasia’s father found her like that, asleep. He sighed, rolled his eyes and squatted down and gently shook her awake. She opened mist grey eyes and looked at him with half lidded eyes. “You’re late.” she softly accused, still waking up. He could tell because she was rarely this nice. He watched the child he helped create for a little bit, watching her stand up and stretch before they went anywhere. They disappeared into the shadow’s together and ended up in the hall right outside of the room where the baby was at. Fantasia leaned against the door frame while her father walked up to the baby. The baby woke up and looked at him, him a little afraid that she would cry. After about a minute, she reacted the same way she did with Fantasia. Said girl smiled softly and her father breathed a sigh of relief. He picked the bundle up, being careful that his long nails didn’t accidentally cut her. “Hello, beautiful.” he greated. He heard a soft groan and a thump. He turned to see his silver haired, he had no idea how it turned out like that, daughter sprawled out on the floor and the mother with an ax in her hands. “Give me back my baby.” she said in a deathly tone. She walked past Fantasia and her father smirked. Mistake numero uno. Fantasia got up and glared at the woman, malice and murder in her mist eyes. She wrapped her arms around the mother and, because she was incredibly pissed, her fangs were barred. “You are so lucky that I don’t kill you where you stand!” she shouted to her, not loud enough to alert anyone, but loud enough to make her jump. Her father smirked again. His daughter could be quite intimidating when pushed too far. “Now, drop the ax like a good little human,” The ax clattered on the floor. Huge mistake number two. Feet clattered down the hall and their only guess was that they had been cought. Dracula looked back at Fantasia to see her look to the door slightly, roll her eyes, drop her weight to one leg, and sigh through her nose, obviously getting angrier and angrier by the moment. He smiled as she hissed, “Damn it. What do we do now?” she asked, staring him defiantly in the eye. Something that would have gotten her smacked when she were younger. “Take the mother. We must go.” Fantasia only shrugged at the response and disappeared, leaving her father to catch up with her.
It all started when her father, Satin or Devil or whatever you want to call him, took human form; seduced and impregnated her mother. She was born at 3:33 in the morning with deep blue eyes and a head full of black hair and not even a cry as she came out into the world. Her father allowed about two days for her mother to be with her when he sent her godfather for her. His name was Vlad Dracula and he had five or six children of his own. It all began in that hospital on that day of her wretched, evil, birth.
The doctor handed the baby to the mother, who started crying as she held her. “Faith. I will name her Faith.” she said as the baby’s blue eyes traveled around the room. The doctor left the baby to her mother for a little while. The mother cradled the child while a nurse cooed at her. A silver haired female watched from the window; sitting on the slanted roof like thing outside it. She had silver hair that would have reached her bottom if she were standing and a leather top. It went to her shoulders and cut down to show cleavage. The top was held together at her chest by ties that crisscrossed down and was cut off a good three inches from her leather pants. The pants fit like a glove along her waist and showed off her bellybutton and some skin below that before it took over. The pants flared a little over her boots that were about four inches high. Her pale neck held a single silver band across the throat and that was it. Silver/grey eyes adored her pale face, adding to the beauty she already had. She held her hand out and the shadows turned into a phone. “She’s had the child.” she spoke into it. ‘At what time?’ a female voice asked back. “At…ohh! 3:33, 333, 666 the devil really does exist, in the morning. Now the doctor has her and is putting her in the infant room in this stupid mortal contraption.” she reported. ‘…What is her name?’ “The stupid mortal woman named her Faith. We’ll just have to change that, wont we?” she asked and heard a laugh in response. ‘That’s a little mean, Fantasia.’ the voice responded to the criticism. “Put father on.” she asked with amusement dancing in her voice. ‘Hello?’ she knew by the accent that it was her father. “The child is born.” she informed him. ‘Watch that child, Fantasia. I’m supposed to come and get her. But I will give mommy a few days.’ “I don’t see why.” Fantasia admitted, looking at her abnormally long nails. ‘Because his mother carried him for nine months before the pain of birth.’ “Um, father, it’s a girl.” she announced and got ready for the fireworks. ‘What?! It’s a girl?!’ the voice raged. “Yes, it’s a girl!” she stated back, rolling her uniquely colored eyes. ‘How can it be a girl? WOMEN ARE WEAK!!!!!’ he raged again and Fantasia took it as an insult. “Well, don’t go biting my head off!! Go suck a mortal dry or something for the next few days.” she suggested angrily and threw the phone before her father got a chance to respond. “Who’s there?” a voice called from inside the window. “Whoa snap!” Fantasia nearly swore and thought fast.
The nurse walked to the window and looked outside. She only saw the trees and the sky, the grass and the stars and she shrugged. Fantasia grunted quietly from under the roof like porch as she held herself there. “Hm. Guess it was my imagination.” Then Fantasia heard some rustling and then nothing. Fantasia softly exhaled, thanking her trainer that taught her. “Wait, a couple of days? Im not allowed in the sun, damn it! Hello, vampire!! Stupid dad.” she cursed softly and let her feet and one hand drop and grab the wood its partner had a hold of. She swung herself into the air and dissipated into pure shadows, thinking of the baby’s aura.
With a soft grunt, Fantasia landed in the hallway of the hospital and started walking down the dark hospital halls, following the baby’s aura and ignoring the signs all around her. She stopped when the baby’s aura was overwhelming and turned her head to see. She walked into a room filled with plastic cradles and pink and blue blankets. Black hair cought her eye and she looked over. She leaned against the plastic cradle and let one of her hands travel down the baby’s smooth and soft flesh. The baby opened its brilliant blue eyes and grabbed Fantasia’s finger. Fantasia’s eyes widened as the baby took her finger into its mouth and started suckling on the tip of her finger. “You’re so cute.” Fantasia muttered and the baby giggled softly, still holding her finger in her toothless mouth. After a couple seconds, the baby released her finger and reached out for Fantasia herself. Fantasia drew back in surprise and looked around, spotting a rocking chair. Looking back at the baby, she saw that her arms were reaching up and grabbing the air with a large grin on her face. Fantasia sighed, then groaned at her cuteness and she finally came to a conclusion. She pushed her long silver hair off her shoulders and reached down for the baby. Leaning the baby’s head against her chest, she walked over to the rocking chair. Setting herself down the best she could, she leaned back with the baby still cuddling up to her leather top. Fantasia fixed the blanket on the baby so she wouldn’t get cold as she pushed her boot against the floor to start the gentle rocking. She watched her mother take care of her siblings on the video’s. End of story. The child needed to sleep by the droopiness of her eyes so Fantasia decided that she would help out there. She is practically her aunt! She began to sing an ancient lullaby that her mother had sang to her and her mother to her, and her mother to her for generations back. She hummed the whole song first but the baby girl was still awake and playing with a lock of silver hair that she somehow managed to get a hold of. She rolled her eyes, still humming before adding the words, watching the baby’s eyes droop as she sang. “Ay da urbi? Theoris siti: An iznik ramla. Ode olabisi madisa umm. Jendayi oseye panya! Remhema eshe. Sadaki asim. Kamila is Ra. Halima thema Bahiti sharifa Meskhenet rashallan. Theoris siti: an iznik ramla. Ode olabisi madisa umm. Jendayi oseye panya! Remhema eshe. sadaki asim. Kamila is Ra. Halima thema Bahiti sharifa. Meskhenet rashallan, ma’a salaema. Please go to sleep!” she wined at the end of the song and the child obeyed and drifted off just as she heard footsteps against the floor. Concentrating, she instantly recognized the aura and relaxed again. Upon recognizing it, she didn’t bother to stop anything she was doing. Not her soft voice and not to move an inch besides to rock the chair back and forth. Her father walked in and the first thing he spotted was Fantasia with the baby. “This is her?” his heavily accented voice asked her, disbelievingly. Her soft singing stopped. “Yep, Satins child herself. She don’t look it, does she?” Fantasia asked, looking to her father and then both to the baby. The baby started, at that moment, to suck on Fantasias silver hair. Fantasia’s eyebrow twitched and her father laughed. Fantasia gently tugged the lock of hair out of the infant’s mouth and switched the baby to where her head was in the crook of her arm. Her father bent down and rubbed the black hair. “No, frankly, she doesn’t. I’m surprised it’s a girl period.” Fantasia eyed her father with a smirk on her lips. “What? I learned from you.” Their heads snapped up as they heard footsteps. “Shit,” Fantasia cursed and then rushed to put the baby back without waking any of the baby’s up.
The father and daughter watched as a woman in blue robes walked in. She had brown hair and a hood on halfway back her hair. She had a rosary around her wrist and ankle that dangled as her form was bathed in white light as pure white wings spilled out of her back. She walked up to the infant now known as Faith. “So you are Satins abomination,” she said in a low, soft, sweet voice as the baby stirred. “You poor thing.” she finished in a hushed tone then put her hands together under her chin, praying. Dracula immediately realized that it was Latin and the baby wailed. “You already take after him.” she whispered then disappeared as nurses rushed to aid the fussing baby. “Two days?” the daughter asked her father, looking at him. “Maybe two.” he responded, patting her hair.
The baby spent almost the whole two days in her mothers arms, sobbing her beautiful eyes out while both demons and angels watched. During the day, Fantasia was forced to meld into the shadows of the hospital just to watch the baby and stayed where she was during the night while the infants mother fed her. Finally, a ’stupid mortal nurse’ came and took the baby. “Finally!!” she muttered. Now she had to wait ’till closer to midnight. As time passed and she got more tired, her eyes fluttered close. After a while, she shifted and pressed her back against the wall and her legs angled to the side, her mind falling into a deep slumber. Fantasia’s father found her like that, asleep. He sighed, rolled his eyes and squatted down and gently shook her awake. She opened mist grey eyes and looked at him with half lidded eyes. “You’re late.” she softly accused, still waking up. He could tell because she was rarely this nice. He watched the child he helped create for a little bit, watching her stand up and stretch before they went anywhere. They disappeared into the shadow’s together and ended up in the hall right outside of the room where the baby was at. Fantasia leaned against the door frame while her father walked up to the baby. The baby woke up and looked at him, him a little afraid that she would cry. After about a minute, she reacted the same way she did with Fantasia. Said girl smiled softly and her father breathed a sigh of relief. He picked the bundle up, being careful that his long nails didn’t accidentally cut her. “Hello, beautiful.” he greated. He heard a soft groan and a thump. He turned to see his silver haired, he had no idea how it turned out like that, daughter sprawled out on the floor and the mother with an ax in her hands. “Give me back my baby.” she said in a deathly tone. She walked past Fantasia and her father smirked. Mistake numero uno. Fantasia got up and glared at the woman, malice and murder in her mist eyes. She wrapped her arms around the mother and, because she was incredibly pissed, her fangs were barred. “You are so lucky that I don’t kill you where you stand!” she shouted to her, not loud enough to alert anyone, but loud enough to make her jump. Her father smirked again. His daughter could be quite intimidating when pushed too far. “Now, drop the ax like a good little human,” The ax clattered on the floor. Huge mistake number two. Feet clattered down the hall and their only guess was that they had been cought. Dracula looked back at Fantasia to see her look to the door slightly, roll her eyes, drop her weight to one leg, and sigh through her nose, obviously getting angrier and angrier by the moment. He smiled as she hissed, “Damn it. What do we do now?” she asked, staring him defiantly in the eye. Something that would have gotten her smacked when she were younger. “Take the mother. We must go.” Fantasia only shrugged at the response and disappeared, leaving her father to catch up with her.