Book 1: Silent Shadow
Chapter 14: Nobody’s Angels
~Part 1: Lucy’s past: part 2 ~
Years earlier…
It was months after Lucy had been turned when she started craving blood like crazy. She was very irritable and she was close to clawing someone’s eyes out. Her nails were tapping against the bed post. Lucy had to wait till the others were asleep to sneak out. She knew if Rachel found out she’d be pissed. Lucy focused and heard the last lamp click off. Lucy smirked and opened her window in her room. Lucy locked the door first though and after she did she jumped out her window. Lucy landed on her feet and the night’s breeze caused her hair to float up a little. Lucy’s eyes were already red not from anger, but hunger.
Lucy: Let’s go see what I can do about this.
Lucy could see the lights from post shining as she started to walk away from the Rosangela manor. It was a warm night in London and Lucy knew it was easy to find someone to drink from.
Lucy: Damn…wow I can smell people.
Lucy blinked as the world really did seem different for her. Her vision felt more crisp like an HD tv, her nose was picking up every scent and her hearing could be turn on from normal to super. Lucy walked the streets with a smirk on her face.
Lucy: Maybe this isn’t fully a bad thing.
But sadly Lucy would be so wrong…
Lucy: C’mon where’s all the people?
Lucy’s mouth started to water as she smelled the different scents. She felt her nails digging into her palms. She stalked the night and she found a homeless man asleep. Lucy smriked and this was her true first taste of blood.
~Part 2: Will I be the meal? (#NP: “Watch me shine” by: Fozzy)~
Lucy Seraphina found herself waiting for Spike Staggs to come meet for lunch. Lucy already knew how some of this would pan out. By the end of it Spike and Lucy would end up talking about their match against Rage and Sam. People are asking if Lucy was nervous about it…she wasn’t. Lucy and Mel had both taken down Sam in the past. But was Lucy going to let this get to her?
No, Lucy wasn’t.
Lucy grew up a fighter and she knew being egotistical wasn’t the best thing. Lucy took out her LG Volt and looked at the time. The lockscreen had a picture of adopted sire Bennett and her twin brother Lucien on it. The numbers read 14:00 meaning it was 1 o’clock and Staggs was running five minutes late. Traffic came to mind.
The door to and Lucy looked up to see Staggs there. She smiled up at him and he quickly walked over. While Lucy was in “Angels are forever” t-shirt and jeans, Staggs was in a black cloak hiding what he was wearing. Lucy didn’t really care though, the two were on a mission.
Staggs: Sorry I’m late. Traffic is a you know what.
She nodded but mentally was yelling “called it!”
Lucy: It’s fine, please sit.
Staggs did and I passed him a menu.
Staggs: What is this place anyways?
Lucy: If I told you the truth you might piss yourself.
Staggs: Try me!
Lucy shook her head.
Lucy: This is Lestat’s café, it’s a vampire café but to humans it’s a goth café.
Staggs at first look at Lucy in shock but then he started to laugh.
Staggs: Good one, I thought you were serious for a minute.
Lucy looked up and standing above the two was Morsey, the owner of the café.
Morsey: Ah Lucy! My favorite vampire, how are you today?
Lucy: Mor, you’re here early. I’m good though…oh where are my manners, Spike Staggs meet Morsey Potter. Morsey this is Spike, the guy who I’m teaming with in the Blast from the Past.
Morsey: Ah so you’re the man behind the mask. It’s a pleasure to metcha doll.
Morsey placed her hand out and Spike shook it.
Spike: It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Morsey: What can I get you two to drink?
Lucy: Um…Mor, Spike is a mortal.
Morsey laughed.
Morsey, I’m sorry dear! I guess in my old age, I tend to forget to ask. Here you go!
Morsey handed Stagg a menu and Lucy waited for him to pick something out.
Staggs: I’ll just have a water.
Morsey nodded.
Lucy: Usual please.
Morsey trotted off leaving the two alone. Lucy and Spike looked at each other.
Staggs: I apology for not believing you.
Lucy: Accepted, I wouldn’t either if I were in your shoes. So are you ready for this match?
Staggs nodded at her.
Staggs: I am…now will I become the meal?
Lucy busted out laughing hard. She shook her head no and calmed herself down.
Lucy: Truth be told I’m honestly not allowed to bite from people unless necessary.
Staggs’s eye brow rose at that. Lucy sighed and continued on knowing that Staggs would ask why.
Lucy: After I was bitten I had to sneak around to feed off of people. I didn’t want my siblings to find out about it. I was scared they would end up killing me. When I was bitten I felt like I was on fire. It felt like my soul was being raped and being killed. It hurt…it hurt so much that at times I remember the pain from it. Hell at times I think back about what all happened. I remember each and every second. I hear my sire’s voice…
Staggs: Lucy-
Lucy: Let me finish!
Her eyes were a crossed of sharpness of anger and a gentleness of a Mother.
Lucy: His voice just as hauntingly chilling as I remember. He never asked for my consent. He bit me and he turned me to a degree. Magi-blood’s blood fight off foreign things is us. But stuff like vampire venom ends up bonding to our blood cells. It makes us mutants. So I’m a vampire but yet I’m not…I know it doesn’t make any sense but please believe me. Anyways…Rachel had killed my sire by snapping his neck. I remember us dragging his body out and burning it. The stench was rancid. You try mixing your blood with others.
Stagg: I believe you.
Staggs was listening to her. He was trying to comprehend what all Lucy was saying. But he knew as well to get to know each other would help them both to get in sync for this match. Spike’s a smart man and he knew cutting her off wasn’t the best idea.
Lucy: I remember the first time I craved it…I went out of the house and found a bum. Drain the bastard dry and he passed. I was scared Spike…I was very scared and I thought that I was turning into a monster. I ended up going without it for months. I found out in my later I can go without blood for three months. I have to drink just once in each season. But I ended up getting caught. I went downstairs thinking everyone was asleep. I found a stake thawed out and I started to drink from it. That’s when I got caught by Mel. She was shocked by this but she was able to keep me calm when I started to have an anxiety attack.
Lucy took a pause. Staggs looked into her eyes and saw her tearing up.
Spike: Lucy?
Lucy: I’m okay…so a few months later Rachel had found my adopted sire. Mel sent me to live with Bennett for a year. Bennett is a vampire scholar and archeologist. I got to travel with him and it was pretty cool. I came back home stronger than ever. I don’t like drinking from people because of all of this. I don’t want them to die because of me and, I don’t want them losing their humanity like I did. No one should be forced to.
Lucy bit her li
Spike: I can make the assumption of you taking me here so I can understand you better?
Lucy nodded.
Lucy: Yeah because you know in your world, I shouldn’t be here. I’m fiction.
Spike: Well you’re here…are you not?
Lucy didn’t say anything.
Spike: I get it; you got some pain in you. You’re not sure at times how to deal with it; but you’re not a killer Lucy. You did what you had to do to survive. Don’t blame yourself for that. We all have demons we’re not proud of trust me. I know that for a fact. Lucy in all honesty use your anger in this match. We’re so close to the end and we can’t screw up now. We take down Rage and Sam; we’ll be in the finals. We did great in our last two matches together. Lucy now isn’t the time to let our guard down. Rage is a powerful man after all. We have a challenge in this one.
Lucy smiled and nodded.
Lucy: I…I think I will.
Morsey walked over to them and the scene faded.
~Part 3: Fight for your life! (#NP: “Dragonfly” by: Shaman’s Harvest)~
I couldn't believe Spike and I had that convo. It felt weird but it had to be said. I felt better and now I felt more focused for this match. He had Rage to take care of while I had Sam. I found myself at the Stagg’s dungeon. He said he owed me a training session. We walked up the sidewalk of the warehouse district and, I was shockef when we leave the sidewalk and go down an ally. We get to the doors and I look up at sign. Spike opens the door and I walk in.
Son of a bitch!
Staggs comes in and sees his wife and Sam Marlowe.
Lucy: Are you offering me a surprise gift, Spike? Because, this is something I could really sink my teeth in to…
Staggs: Literally…
Vixen has a look on her face. It's mixed emotion. I can hear her talking to Sam. I clenched my fist and oh I had that look in my eyes. That animalistic look for Lucia. Staggs puts a hand out so I don’t make people a meal.
Samantha: Well hey there, Spike. I didn't expect to see you here.
b]Staggs: [/b] Hello, Samantha. I must say, I didn't expect to see you here tonight...
Vixen: She was actually just leaving, amore.
I could smell the chemistry these two had…But something had triggered in me…I couldn’t explain it but I think I had a blackout for the first time. I think Lucia took over.
~Stagg’s POV~
Vixen: I've offered Samantha a place to train with Ben Jordan.
Staggs: Oh?
Vixen: Conflict of interest, and all... I figured it was best that I took a week off.
Before I can react to this news, one way or the other, Samantha reaches a friendly hand out to me, which I accept without question.
Samantha: Good luck to the both of you this week. It's going to be a proper battle between two worthy teams.
Me: Good luck to you, also, Samantha. May the best team win.
Samantha looks over to Lucy, and while she seems sweet, she's not nearly as naive as one might expect. She offers a friendly wave to Lucy, one which is not returned, and then she bows out. Vixen looks over to Lucy, and she seems to catch a glimpse of the same likeness that I'd seen just a few weeks ago. Lucy Seraphina is no stranger to our radar, but something about her seems to feel familiar to Vixen as well. She simply leans toward me and plants a kiss on my cheek before lifting her bag from the ground.
Vixen: You two must have a training session planned. I'll leave you two alone. The twins must be missing mommy about now.
I grab on to Vixen's hand, and plant a gentle, yet firm, kiss on top. I hold on to it, and smile as she grips my hand in hers. After a few seconds that feel like minutes, Vixen releases my hand and walks away, giving a respectful nod to Lucy, who returns the favor, though she is unsure of why Vixen would feel the least bit uneasy. After a momentary locking of eyes, Vixen reaches the door, and exits the gym. The lights are dim, so I walk over toward the wall, turning the lights above the ring on. They click on slowly, but very brightly. I shed my jacket from my body, and drop it on the bench, revealing my old sleeveless New X-Tremes shirt, faded from years of wear. Lucy approaches the bench, setting her bag down, though she is ready as she is, having the ability to tolerate the cold much better than even myself.
Lucy: That was... interesting?
Me: I think you mean, unexpected? If you didn't, I definitely mean it.
Lucy: And here I thought you were serving the Bombshell Champion to me on a silver platter.
I chuckle as Lucy wraps her wrists in tape, clearly ready to go harder than I had expected to. She tosses the tape over to me, giving me a playful look of warning to be more prepared. I give a toothy grin as I begin to wrap my first wrist.
Me: Unfortunately, I can't take credit for that, but I'm honestly surprised that Vixen refused to train Samantha this week. I would have never asked her to do such a thing.
Lucy: Her loyalty runs deep. You are a very lucky man.
Without saying it, I'm certainly thinking out loud that she couldn't be more right about that. We have been through some trying times, but no matter what, we've always been able to count on one another. Plus, have you seen her? I'm probably drooling, even after all of these years, so I shake it off quickly.
Me: Anyway... as you see, I've got a perfect replica of the SCW ring, as most of the wrestlers I train wind up working for Sin City Wrestling, so this is the perfect place for us to spar.
Lucy: While it is somewhat pointless, because you and Samantha are two totally different people, and I can't exactly face off against Rage due to the gender restriction.
Me: Consider it a bonding experience. Neither one of us can truly prepare for our match, as one never knows what to expect, but that doesn't mean that we can't challenge one another to keep us on our toes.
Lucy shrugs her shoulders, though she smirks, because she knows that I'm not expecting a challenge, and yet, that is exactly what she intends to bring my way. We both climb up onto the apron, stepping inside simultaneously. We walk to the center of the ring, and while I tower over Lucy, she doesn't seem the least bit intimidated, as I would hope she wouldn't.
Lucy: Please tell me that you can focus on more things than one at a time? Tell me your story. I've told you mine.
Me: What exactly do you mean?
We tie up in the center of the ring. While it is second nature for both of us, I use my power to back her against the ropes, but unfortunately, that is exactly what she planned on, and she uses her size to wiggle free, and send me against the ropes with amazing strength for someone her size. As I bounce off of the opposite ropes, she shouts across the ring.
Lucy: You said, just three weeks ago, that you were a... monster!
She thrusts her elbow toward my head, pulling no punches, and taking no mercy on me as her partner. I might have mildly impressed her when I duck the elbow, and grab onto her arm, and wrench it behind her back, while my other arm wraps around her waist in a varied German Suplex combo. I stop here for a moment, feeling the memories that are as cold, but much more dead, as Lucy's very touch. Memories of my many training sessions with Misty come flooding back, stopping me in my tracks, as Lucy uses this to her advantage. She twists out of the arm wrench, and breaks from my other arm with such ease and grace, but it is too late for me as I break out of the trance. Lucy jerks my arm down, bringing me to my knee. I pat her arm while I wrap my brain around the chance to break free from her iron clad grip.
Me: There is no story, really. I've always liked hurting people, so I made a career out of it.
Lucy: One doesn't just decide to be a monster and make a job out of it. One becomes a monster.
Lucy wrenches the arm again, but this time, I surprise her with my own agility for my size, and I kick my legs out, almost leaning back Matrix style, before I twist my body, bringing Lucy over with an Arm Drag. Lucy skids across the mat, on her feet, as she quickly regains her footing.
Me: Like foster father, like son. I'm not sure what else I can say. My uncle was a sadistic bastard, and to survive that, I had to become one myself.
Lucy laughs. She doesn't chuckle, she straight up laughs. I come toward her, stalking closely, but she is stalking me too. We circle around one another as her laughter calms down, perhaps realizing that she won't lull me into submission so easily.
Lucy: Your uncle is a lot of things, but sadistic is not one of them. He strikes me as more of a masochist than a sadist. What hurts you so badly that no amount of pain you inflict on another human being is enough to move past it?
Me: I'm not one for sob stories, sister, so...
Damn it! Reading her is nearly impossible, as she uses the split second of distraction to lunge at me, putting a well placed headlock on, wrenching until I'm brought down to one knee. However, this one isn't just about utilizing the distraction, but yet there is a bit of anger in her movements.
Lucy: I trusted you enough to open up to you. I thought for one brief moment that we could possibly be friends, but I guess I was wrong.
Lucy lets go of the hold, and just drops me. I rub at the side of my neck as I look over at her. She waves me off as she walks over toward the ropes. The Russian temper is clearly in effect, though I can't say that I don't deserve it. I approach her, and she simply growls, so I hold my hands up despite her not being able to see it.
Me: My life story in a nutshell is that I was rejected and dejected by just about every person I've ever encountered. Everyone leaves me, and no one can appreciate that I am a human being. My father was in the business, and he was always out on the road. I've heard stories that he was a man whore, and a drug addict who used his time away from his family to live away from the burden. He died. My mother killed herself because my father was her life, and she couldn't give two shits about her children. My uncle loved my mother, and we were the thing that stopped him from moving in on his brother's territory. My brother looked at me like a father... our father... and he grew to resent me. My first love tortured me, and toughened me up. My second love gave me my second beautiful child, before destroying me in the center of the ring. Any friend I've ever had has ditched me at the first chance they could. And the worst part is that the beast in me grew to full capacity about half way through all of this. So, if you want to know why I'm a monster, pick and choose any combination of that, and I'm sure it's a sufficient enough reason to explain why I need to redirect my pain.
Lucy lets it all soak in for a moment, not saying a word. Perhaps my desperate attempt at making up for the lack of trust on that level was just too little, too late. Who knows? All I know is that she isn't speaking to me. I shrug my shoulders and turn away from her and walk back toward the ropes to make my exit. As I get one leg through the ropes, her voice cuts through the air like knives.
Lucy: I thought you said you weren't one for a sob story? And I never took you as much of a liar...
Me: Excuse me?
I turn and look back at her. She has no idea what she's talking about if she feels that any of that was a lie. I stare daggers back at her, my nostrils beginning to flare up. She walks toward me, not giving an inch.
Lucy: Omission is still lying. I don't know much about your personal life, but you clearly have a wife who thinks the world of you. You have your children, and you make it no secret that you and your brothers, and even your uncle, are a closely knit family. If you are a monster, it isn't because you are your father's son. You just feel like you have to be. You are limiting yourself to being a pale imitation of your father. Who is your father, anyway?
I blink, taking her words to heart for a moment. I slowly nod my head, though I'm not sure where she is going with this.
Me: "Heartthrob" Robbie Staggs.
Lucy: I have never heard of him. But, I have heard of Spike Staggs. You are your own man, and so long as you continue to live like you are your father, at least as far as your career is concerned, then you have already outlived your career. I might as well think of another way to get to Samantha Marlowe and her Bombshell Championship.
Me: Who exactly do you think you are? You act like you know me so well, but up until five minutes ago, you didn't know anything that wasn't on my Wikipedia page. I am not my father. I'm world renowned. I'm not a cheater, or a drug addict, and I sure as FUCK don't like being away from my family! I am not my fucking father!
As I shout at her, she has once again goaded me, though this time, her smiling expression spells it out for me. She pats me on the back, though she might as well be patting herself on her own back, because the pride is within herself, and not within me.
Lucy: Great. Now, just convince yourself of that. I mean, truly convince yourself. Light the fire within yourself, and then we might stand a chance at getting past Rage and Sam on Sunday.
I breathe heavily, the anger still fresh within my head. I am pumped, and ready for a true fight now. Lucy takes a few steps back, and we go back to sparring, a session that will go on for hours, well into the night. I try not to appreciate what she's done for me, because the fire within me won't burn as brightly, and with the challenge ahead of us... we need to bring all of the heat we can...
~Lucia’s pov~
I was now in control and trust me…there will be hell to pay. Lucy tapped too much into me and now I get to come out and play. Oh how fun this is going to. I know Sam and Rage think they have this in the bag. Well guess what bitches! Lucia Malice is here to play and you know what they means right?
Simple…blood!
Lots and lots of the stuff for me to drink. You know I can’t promise that I won’t end up hurting someone. I mean hurting people is so much fun. I guess you guys can say I’m the dark side of Lucy…just poor Lucy, I had to cause her to blackout and now she can’t remember anything from this.
Or does she?
We’ll see what happens but Sam…Rage… you should be scared of what lurks in the dark.
~Part 4: Ready~
At Climax Control, I was taught two valuable lessons from not only my partner for that night and probably that night alone.. but also one of my oppositions. Never give up no matter how many times you might fall flat on your face, only because that night might not have been yours.. but your night will come soon. Staggs taught me that…The other lesson? Was that no matter how much someone thinks that they know about you - how much they want to claim that someone could be relevant or irrelevant - that shit is meaningless if you are on the losing side. My opponents from last time taught me that lesson. Why am I mentioning these two individuals?
Examples.. we as humans are creatures of explanation and interpretation. What we do not understand, we want someone to baby us through in order for us to create.. to form our own opinion of what is in front of us. How many people can honestly say that when they saw “ The Wisdom Angel “ in front of the name Lucy Seraphina - they assumed that I was going to come out with wings? A beautiful halo? Anything else?? Oh yeah, that amazing beautiful purple suit like attire? Fuck that.. no! Through my actions, I have changed the way people see me, through my words.. not the words of those who have came across me, been defeated and are now sour, have I been able to give everyone that explanation that they oh so crave.
The Wisdom Angel is here to stay and the Wisdom Angel is the one that will raise the bar each and every time she steps foot inside that right. No more and no less. I mean, my opposition this week has a pretty clear idea on how important this tournament is to almost each and every one of us who will be stepping between those ropes which belong to that squared circle. Rage and Sam, you have been in matches with the likes of Connor Murphy and Melanie Gabrielle. That is where you want to be isn’t it? You want to be in such a position to where you know that all of your dreams will come true and you will have the ,,, how do you want to put it… drive to overcome any and every obstacle?
Do you really? Look deep and down inside yourself and honestly ask yourself.. do you have what it takes to make it to the finals? To become the winners of the BFtP and carry this company and whatever may come with it?
Huh? Are you wondering as to why? Why would this angel want to ask “you” questions? Why would I, the Wisdom Angel, want to know if “you” believe that you have what it takes? Ha.. that is because deep down.. I don’t believe you do. Words, as I have learned in this business are cheap until the fist start flying and someone is standing at the end of the fight. I don’t consider them to be contests, matches.. no. These are fights.. to see which one of us will be standing at the end of this.. Sam and Rage.. I don’t believe you will even see the finals after I am done with you.
Yes, I stated this in my self reflection but I smiled when I saw your name next to mine. It wasn’t because I thought that it was going to be an easy win. Nothing in this business is ever easy and as we all saw last week - the underdog or the one who is considered to be an underdog, has ALL the potential to make it out on top. You two, you are someone who understands what it means to be in the ring.. You understand who you are getting in the ring with. You see a woman who potentially has the ability to light a fire even under your ass. Though, you do not know what you are getting into. I am not like Mel, I am not like Connor or Stags... I am far worse than they are. When that bell rings, the mask comes off and I will not stop until I am standing at the end of the match.
I intend on making to that match, that place to where I will be faced with three others who have the same shot as I to become the female winner of this. I will sit there and show the world as to why.. you can expect the unexpected from me.
SCW Universe, you will see why no matter where I am placed on the card.. my matches will stand out. As I advance in this tournament.. you won’t have to worry about hearing anything from those others in different brackets.. you will know where your Wisdom Angel is at all times. Funny. It took me a while in order to get to this place to where I stand on what I say and know that I will deliver. That sudden shifting in the way that I see things, how I want things to go.. it is a new time in SCW. People want to re-light old flames but fail to realize that once those flames go out.. you will have no choice but to see what has always been there.. blazing.
I will see you at both soon... and afterwards, you’ll know why they call me the Vampiric Assassin. Simple, right?[/color][/align]
