An Unwelcome Silence {OPEN}

[bells]

The church was quiet, save the occasional whimper from a poor homeless soul who had wandered in to escape the cold outside. Bells stood quite still, her palms resting on the wooden back of the pew in front of her. Her expression was blank, and save the rise and fall of her chest with every breath people may have thought her not of the living. She was named for the very Bells that at one time sang out in churches in every town. She once heard these bells. That time was no more.

Of course, like someone fails to see the slow changes in themselves as they look in the mirror from day to day, the world did not see the hell it was becoming. Bells sighed, making her first noise since the quiet footsteps she had made upon entering the holy place. Many called her outlook on things pessimism, a sickly disorder and an inability to see the lighter things in life. She much preferred it called realism. For what she saw was how the world really was; it was what others saw that was the illusion. A cheap trick.

Bells returned to her silent meditation, staring off towards the front of the church, paying no mind to the occasional disturbance made by child or man. It was at that moment she realized just how alone she was. No longer did they come to the church for the sake of their God, to honor, to praise, but to cower in fear from the very hell they brought upon themselves. How sick. For a split second she thought, 'Maybe they all deserve to die;' but then she remembered. Bells was many things, but she was no judge.

Bells was here to bring help, not hurt. Her purpose was to save, not condemn. She smiled as her spirits were lifted. She disliked being so morbid; she much preferred the peace and joy such a purpose in life could bring. After all, what better life could be had?

Bells' bright blue eyes glanced slowly towards the back of the church as she heard footsteps approaching. Maybe perhaps she would not be the only non-human?

(Hmm... it's not my best, but for a first IC post it'll do. Gotta get things going so my muse'll come. Noticed no one had ever posted here so decided to try and get something going =))

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He walked slowly, his black wings fully visible to the people of the supernatural. He was a black angel.. he was someone to be condemned. Someone that nobody truly gave a shit about. He was just someone who deserved the position he was in because he took so many lives, ruined many more, and then was a dealer of drugs. The man sighed, the air chilled his lungs as he walked and he growled, he hated the cold weather. A golden Cross hung at the man's neck, he was a religious man and he went to church whenever he could, and he smiled. This cross was his only hope for his future, he wanted to become a white angel. He wanted to return to the way he was, the way he wanted to be. He knew it wasnt going to be an easy or paved road for him to walk, that was fine with him though, nothing in life was easy, in fact everything was a struggle something or someone had to die for. He sighed, such negative thoughts weren't usually his, but it seemed today was an off day for the man. Everyone had these days, right? Even black angels.

Alex's dark skin was covered by a white shirt and a pair of black dress pants as he came to the entrance of the church. This was the dwelling of the pure ones. The pure angels that looked down upon him and his kind with eyes that judged them to be horrible people. Yet did they know? Did they truly know what some of his own race did? He had no idea, he truly didn't as he sat in silence walking alone. His steps echoed throughout the church as he walked by himself. That lone figure walked through the church, yet he felt another's presence as he walked. His mind seemed to be stuck on a few days ago, when he saw a friend had been shot.. Maybe he shouldn't be around people if they were going to get hurt.. but for that same reason he wanted to stay around his friends and protect them. He wanted to make sure they were safe, he even had begun to wreck the slave ring. Every time he bought slaves, he kept them safe from the slave ring. He kept them away until he know they could defend themselves even from a Lycan.

He saw one, one of them... A white angel, sitting alone instead of being with her friends. His brown eyes fell upon her as he walked towards her, kneeling down beside her he murmured, "Hey, why are you alone? Usually your kind is with some huge flock of friends." He didn't mean it as an insult, but it was the truth to the bare bones of it. In fact, he was always rather blunt when it came to the truth, but he sighed quietly as he began to drift back to that day, he had helped save someone's life... that should have been a point towards returning to his white angel status. Yet the dark side of him held him back, the wrath and anger that remained from being a child soldier in his home country, that was the root of his problem, and he would never understand exactly how to overcome that root, maybe he was just destined to be a black angel forever, but he wanted to fly again, fly freely without regrets one more time... the black angel now rode updrafts and glided like a hawk. But he wanted to soar away from the earth and dive back down in the familiar rush of speed he came to love.

But flying was only for the white angels.

[bells]

Bells felt the sorrow and distraught that emanated from him before she could even see his face. Such emotions seemed to be common in the church today; a shame, really. She frowned as she glanced at him once again, not at what he was like some might think. Bells returned to her thought, moving her gaze, as not to stare, back towards the front of the church and to the empty podium.

She stiffened slightly as she heard him settle beside her, hoping that she had not offended him in any way by her glances, let alone the frown that could be taken the wrong way. Bells became relaxed again though as his words brought a smile to her face and her blue eyes cast themselves over others that were in the church. "Solitude can do a soul good... sometimes."

She smiled, inclining her head slightly to meet his gaze as she had not done so while talking to him. Bells was not an overly social person, and it surprised her that someone she had never seen in her life would so easily sit down and start talking to her, especially without a catalyst for that at all, other than perhaps her unwelcome gawking.

Bells smiled a bit wider as she realized in her own mind how funny it was. He had no idea how much being around people constantly weighed on her sometimes. Oh how much she would give in some situations to just escape. She glanced at him again, curiosity welling up within her.

"You know," she said in a soft, kind, and welcoming voice, "I could ask the same of you. Why are you alone?" Bells raised an eyebrow at him, accentuating her question. Everyone had their own kind to dwell among and it struck her that he had said "your kind" was normally with a large flock of friends.

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"Solitude can do a soul good... sometimes."

He smiled, "How true." Alex replied to the girl, before looking towards the sky, holding the golden cross. He wished that the good man upstairs would give him a sign that he was going in the right direction. Maybe this was it, maybe running into a white angel was his sign that he was doing good. Kind brown eyes looked around as people came and went, the cathedral was the site of religious happening and he still knelt and thought to himself, 'dear lord.. please let Anastasia be alright.. I don't want her to get hurt anymore than she already is' The thought of knowing that she had been shot by some black angel that was a coward enough to pick on a woman, it truly made him angry. The wrath inside him that filled him up like an enchanting elixir made him almost high in a way. His eyes narrowed and he remembered watching her bleed, the pain that he had felt coming from her merely ripped him up on the inside. He wished he could have been there to protect her, but he wasnt and therefore He had to remember he wasnt there and someone was hurt. "Solitude is something many people seek these days. As if there is nobody left to trust."

He noticed that she wasn't an overly social person, but she was social enough to talk to him. That made him someone appreciative of fate dealing these cards to him. Alex looked up and hoped there was still a pair of white wings waiting for him to claw himself up to. His smile, his very aura was a kind one, a soft one. It was odd for a black angel to be that way and yet here he was. He was probably the most human of the black angels and it made him laugh inwardly. Many just didn't care that they fell from heaven. He did, and that was why he had to overcome the wrath within himself to begin a much easier journey after that. But the mountains he had to climb were tall and large, they were huge in their expanse and their height made it seem like they kissed the sky.That kind of mountain, many people would give up on climbing. But he didn't He began his journey and he would finish it. He would finish it and be able to fly once more. His eyes closed. He knew he had done good things in life because his once single broken wing was now two large black unbroken wings.

"You know, I could ask the same of you. Why are you alone?"

He laughed, "Who'd want to hang with someone who fell from heaven, became a murderer and gang leader, and who's now a celebrity for singing of his past struggles to an ignorant public." He laughed about that as if he didn't care, but if she could read a person's aura like he did she could tell it really wasnt a laughing matter. Her voice was kind and welcoming, as if she didn't mind someone that was like him to be around her. That was a different thing he had never seen white angels do. He smiled at her, "My friend was shot, and Ive been going to her house to take care of her ever since." His eyes lowered, it was evident that talking about that distressed him. He was worried about her but she needed to rest and recuperate. So he left her alone after he had given her the help she needed. But it didn't but his heart at ease. His eyes closed and he was hoping that she was alright. "We black angels have nobody in this world. Black angels are either to prideful or to resentful to make friends and for that I despise my own kind. I despise myself."

His deep voice was quiet and solemn, his eyes locked on the cathedral in front of them.

[bells]

Bells looked away from him, retreating back into her thoughts after he had agreed with her on her reason for being all by her lonesome in the church. It was a good reason, after all. It seemed as if utter silence provided the best environment for her to lay out her own thoughts as if on a white board and then bring them back together, ordered and collected. it was just a shame she didn't get the chance more often to do so, otherwise she may have not found herself in some of the situations she had been in.

Her eyes widened as she felt anger roll off the young man beside her. The raw emotion hit her in a wave. Bells mentally noted the sudden change in mood. She figured there must be something eating at him for such an automatic switch

"Solitude is something many people seek these days. As if there is nobody left to trust."

Yes, definitely something bothering him. Bells nodded and glanced in his direction. "There are few." She would never make such a broad statement as 'nobody' if at least for the sake of not discrediting herself. She knew a select few who she could trust without regard, and such few were close friends. She had learned from past experiences the dangers of giving one's trust too easily, the trouble one could get in. Bells had learned that it is not necessary to trust in order to befriend.

"Who'd want to hang with someone who fell from heaven, became a murderer and gang leader, and who's now a celebrity for singing of his past struggles to an ignorant public."

Bells frowned most obviously this time, leaning back in the pew and crossing one leg over the other, allowing her hands to fall into her lap. Her eyes, now a dark blue, contrasting her pale skin searched his. "Someone who was willing to see things a little bit deeper than that. Someone who believed in the ability of people to change. Someone who believed in forgiveness."

Bells' gaze never left his as he went on to talk of his friend and her eyes reflected concern. Her automatic impulse to help came with a want to manipulate his emotions, to cure him of his sorrow and worry. Of course, she forced herself to resist, for it was not her business to meddle in such things. "if there is anything I can do... feel free to ask it of me," she said simply, preferring to be vague than more nosy than she thought she should be.