Purest of Love

Chapter 1

                  

Someone held something in front of my face that had a bright pure white glow.  Then they dropped it into a vial.  Then proceeded to pick something else up.  "No, please stop" I cry out in desperation as I feel the cool blood stained blade slid across my wrist.

"You are a disappointment to all of us, even father is upset with your actions!" This man's eyes were terrifying. I could see the mixed emotions within him, betrayal, regret, fury. His face was a blank slate but his eyes said everything. Then I heard a familiar flap of wings enter the room.

"I have orders to cast her into hell with brother." My worst fear had come true, but I came from the mouth of the only other person I trusted in my life, Michael.

"Please, you know that I wanted to be treated as an equal among the rest of my brothers. Why am I being cast out?" My voice cracked as I locked my eyes with Michael's, "Brother, you of all people know that I would be the last one to be cast into hell."

His face was the same as the other angel who had been torturing me for decades; blank, and as hard as stone. With the touch of his finger, I was engulfed in a white warm embrace, then into pure darkness falling, falling, falling.

I sat straight up sweat pouring down my forehead and soaked my pillow. "Not again," I thought to myself. I have been getting these nightmares since forever. I never understood them. I walked into the bathroom seeing a pale face and a mop of messy black hair staring back at me. I could see the confusion and fright behind my blue-grey eyes. I splashed some cool water on my face and tip toed down the hardwood stairs for a glass of water. I took a sip of my water and noticed moonlight slipping in through the curtains in the kitchen. As I peered out the window and looked at the moon through the branches of the old silver beech tree in the front lawn. It reminded me of the tails my father told me about fairies, werewolves, vampires and the great gods that people believed created the earth. I tiptoed over to the front door, unlocking it without a sound. I moved my feet from underneath myself and started walking towards the old wooden swing my father built for me for my fourth birthday. I sat there gently swinging myself back and forth while sipping on my water.

I pondered in my thoughts but mainly wondered about the nightmare I couldn't explain. The gentle breeze drifted past my face as I curled up on the swing.

There was a book open on a what looks to be an oak desk but painted white. My feet shuffle along the floor as I walk up to the man sitting behind the desk. I'm not tall enough to get on the chair the normal way, so I throw my stuffed moose and squirrel on the seat of the soft cushioned chair. I start to climb up the side but struggle to get on top. A pair of hands grab me from under my arms and pick me up. I look into his prominent blue eyes.

"Are you having trouble sleeping my little angel?" He asks while putting me on his lap.

I nod and responded, "Can you tell me how I was created, daddy?"

"Of course. You were not created the same way as your brothers. I made sure that my first little girl would be made from the purest of elements." He explained and touched the white gem on my necklace. "I created you to be able to do great things, to be able to create peace and harmony among your brothers and future sisters. Most of all, you are here to bring hope to all kinds," he smiled, "now, off to bed, daddy's little girl."

I climbed down my dad's leg and was handed my squirrel and moose and walked across the white stone floor to my bed where I drifted asleep.

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A/N:
So this is my first chapter. I know it's not much and EVERYTHING is a work in progress at the moment. I thought I might make it special and release my first chapter on Supernatural Day 2016.
AKF ❤️