2200AD
Lovetta: (age 7, sitting in her living room) Mom, I love you.
Elizabeth: yes dear?
Lovetta: what am I?
Elizabeth: what do you mean, Love?
Lovetta: I mean, why am I different from all the other kids at school?
Elizabeth: what happened at school?
Lovetta: well, this kid at school was teasing me during free time that my hair looked funny, and well-- I was just so mad that I wanted his hair to look funny also so that he couldn't make fun of mine. And well-- two seconds later as he was turning his back to me, his hair poofed up into an afro a foot tall. All the kids were laughing at us and the teacher took us to the office.
Elizabeth: really? Hmm. Well, Love, the reason his hair poofed up like that was because you, my dear, are a very special little girl-- not like all the rest. I was hoping that you would be a little older before having to tell you all of this...
Lovetta: tell me what! I'm a witch, aren't I!
Elizabeth: were in the world did you already learn what witches are?
Lovetta: my sister, duh.
Elizabeth: oh dear. Tell me, Lovetta Lorraine, what does your sister look like?
Lovetta: silly mommy, she's your daughter. Don't you know?
Elizabeth: yes, my Love, but I'm asking what you know of your sister.
Lovetta: well, mommy. She's about three years older than I am presently. She has long, beautiful, brown hair. She looks a lot like I do, just older, and she said her name was really Myra but that you called her Melody. But don't you know all that already?
Lovetta's mother could barely speak. For it had been years since she'd heard her eldest child's name. She had hoped to forget the name and everything that had happened five years back. Fear overwhelmed her as the realization that Lovetta was possibly to follow in her sister's footsteps.
Elizabeth: Lovetta? Dear? I don't want you speaking to Melody-- Myra anymore.
Lovetta: but why, mommy?
Elizabeth: just do what I say and... And well don't speak to your sister ever again. Can you do that for me, please.
Lovetta: I guess so mommy. I love you.
With that, Lovetta Lorraine kissed her mother on the cheek and disappeared down the hallway. Lovetta's mother simply starred down after her. How could it be? Melody-- Myra was-- is dead.
Elizabeth: damn witch stuff. (She muttered)
Myra: it's a good thing. You know what is happening is for the best.
Elizabeth: no it is not. Now you suss, Myra. My daughters are none of your business. I have tried so hard to keep my daughters out of all this witch mumbo-jumbo; and, well, you just--
Myra: No! You just shut your mouth and let me do what's necessary! Lovetta Lorraine has a far greater destiny than just trying to be some ordinary human being! I tried to fulfill that through your Melody, but you ruined it. And that is why she is dead now!
Elizabeth: how the hell did I ruin it? It was out of my control.
Myra: err, well, you could say it was neither one of out faults.
Tears streamed down Elizabeth’s face as she stared at the blank wall, loathing what she had let happen to her daughter, feeling as if she were insane for hearing and speaking with the ghost of a supposed deceased ancestor from the 1700's.
Myra: apparently it was not Melody's destiny to do as such, and perhaps it is my fault for trying to rush and take matters into my own hands, by forcing myself on the child, but--
Elizabeth: enough, Myra! My actions were no better. I wanted to keep the child all to myself. Selfishness really... But still as a mother, I only wanted what was best for her. If only... (She trailed off not wanting to remember the incident.)
Myra: if only Aka hadn't... He just has his own plans, and I'm not even sure how things will turn out with him always butting his nose. I have to be very careful, less he discovers my plans and takes Lovetta as he did Melody.
Elizabeth: anyway, Myra? What I don't understand is why you keep posing as Melody to Lovetta.
Myra: well, obviously I wanted to gain her trust, so I simply wanted to pose as something real in her life so that I could get your attention once again and we could speak as we are now.
Surely it has not been five years since Myra had been able to break through the defenses and speak to Lovetta's mother. After Melody's death, she had shut herself off to all supernatural powers, refusing to even practice her own magic.
Despite her efforts not to think of that awful night, the memories flooded in regardless. The horror of watching her first born child be brutally taken from her. She despised Myra for interfering in their lives as she came face to face with her complete inability to protect her child as a mother ought to be able to do. Anger flooded in as she heard the voices and noises that had surrounded her that night.
Melody and her mother cowered in the bright green field, which offered little comfort over the spectacle going on before their eyes. There was no cover, not even a tree for shade. They had simply been enjoying their yearly camping trip, when flashes of lighting shattered the peace, and Melody had fell to her knees releasing not only a blood curdling scream but also an ooze bellowing from within that quickly took form into what appeared to be the apparatus of a peasant, homey girl dressed in old attire from centuries back.
Melody: Myra! (Elizabeth grabbed and hushed her as quickly as the squeal had been released.)
Aka: Myra, we meet again. It's been a long time (his voice rang arrogant.) I see you have been plotting against me once again. (He glared at the young Melody.)
Myra: what you doing, Aka, is an atrocity. This child
was born to be your down fall!
Aka: are you so foolish, my beautiful Myra. No one can stop me, and especially not this child.
Myra: it's in the prophesies!
Aka: prophesy-smophesy.
Aka glared down at the cowering child. He lifted his right palm, levitating Melody before him. Myra lunged at him and the child. Time felt as if it had frozen as Myra watched helplessly in pursuit. Melody gasped for air.
Aka: oh the feebleness of the human race.
The next second Aka and Melody had vanished. Myra stared in disbelief. She longed to follow and see where they had gone, but his disappearance was too quick. An ache came over both women.
Several year later, Lovetta is now 16 years of age
2209 AD
Lovetta: Mom!
Elizabeth: what, Lovetta! I'm busy.
The years had not been kind on Elizabeth. She seemed to have aged twenty years in the past near decade.
Lovetta: I was just wondering—mom?!
As Lovetta came into the kitchen, she saw her mother leaning against the sink, hand clenching her left arm. Two seconds later, Elizabeth slipped down to the floor.
Lovetta: Mom!! (Panic swiped across her, as her heart sank.) Mom! Are you alright (she hurried to mothers side.
Elizabeth: hospital (she spoke softly, barely able to speak). Myr—
Without another word, Lovetta lifted her mother to her side and rushed her to the waiting vehicle outside.
Lovetta: no time to wait for an ambulance (she said as she accelerated the vehicle down the road).
Lovetta knew not what to do for her mother; all she did know was that the hospital should be able to help. Medicine in the last two hundred years since the start of the millennia had drastically changed, and there was scarcely a thing that could not simply be done to prevent death, except—well—immediate death.
As she waited outside the room for her mother, a physician emerged with a slight smile.
Physician: your mother will be fine. It was a mild heart attack. She will be good as new in just a few hours.
Lovetta: oh thank god. Is it okay then to go see her?
Physician: yes miss…?
Lovetta: Lovetta Lorraine, sir. Thank you for all your help.
She turned and entered the room. Before she could speak, Elizabeth starred past her to the wall behind.
Elizabeth: Myra? What are you doing here? No, no! It's not that time. Who is that with you? Oh god, no. What about Lovetta? She's still so young.
Lovetta looked around to see no one there.
Lovetta: mom? Who are you speaking to?
Elizabeth glanced at Lovetta for a brief second and then back at the wall. A blood curdling bellowed out from Elizabeth's throat. Lovetta covered her ears.
Lovetta: what the hell just happened!
She looked at her mother, lying lifeless. Elizabeth's arm dangled over the edge, while her other grasped at her own throat. An utter look of horror was pasted across her face. Lovetta could not bare to look another second. Letting out a scream herself, she could hear the nurses entering in.
Physician: (leaning over Elizabeth's body) what the hell happened here? How is this even possible? (Turning toward Lovetta, he pointed directly at her). You must have done something. Get her out of here!
A nurse quickly grabbed Lovetta underneath her right arm and nearly dragged her to the waiting quarters.
Lovetta: I didn't do anything. I swear! She—she—she was rambling something—something about someone named—Myra? And then she screamed. Next thing I know-- she's, well, Gone! (She buried her face in her hands.
Nurse: tell it to the judge. A likely story you’re telling there.
Lovetta: I swear to you. I—I know it sounds crazy, but—
Nurse: enough. (He turned and started back toward the room). I will be right back. Don't you go anywhere.
As soon as he was out of sight, Lovetta quickly got up, looked around and started for the exit. She knew no one would believe her story. Death had become a lot less common in this time. Any illness could easily be treated and fixed if treated properly. There was a known cure for everything. The only thing they could not treat, of course, was an immediate death. Sure, the nurses and physicians could try resuscitation, but that surely had its limitations.
Elizabeth's heart attack was no problem. It was certainly the sudden rupture of the norm that threw everyone off guard.
Lovetta: (hopping into her mothers vehicle) oh my god! Oh my god! Mom? (A tear slipped down her cheek) what the hell!
She knew she could not stick around to find out what the authorities would accuse her of. No one would believe the truth. Looking around to make sure she had not draw a scene, Lovetta pressed the accelerator and headed straight for the highway.
Highway to Nowhere
Two weeks later
Lovetta looked in her rear view mirror. For the past two weeks, she has had to watch behind her. She knew the police would be looking for her. But how come? She did not actually do anything. She loved her mother. But the situation did not look in her favor.
She stared out the window at the pavement ahead. An ache anchored her heart. A cat darted across the road. She slammed on her breaks, turning the vehicle slightly to the left. Before she knew what was happening, the vehicle had flipped five times and was resting upside down in a ditch. Lovetta unlatched the restraints and pulled herself from the crushed vehicle.
Lovetta: oh shit! (She muttered, pulling back her long, black hair on both sides)
She knew that if she did not keep moving she would surely be caught by the police. Now that her only transportation was destroyed, she had to find something before someone drew attention to the scene.
Man: excuse me? Miss? Are you okay?
Lovetta: what did you see?
Man: Miss, you are in shock. You need an ambulance. I am calling one now!
Lovetta: No! No! (She grabbed the cellular device from the strangers hand and smashed it under her foot).
Myra’s voice: Lovetta Lorraine (the voice came as a whisper in Lovetta's ear).
Lovetta twirled around, searching for the source of the words. She screamed maniacally.
Lovetta: I don't know who or what you are! But I will find out! Stop torturing me! (She held her face between her hands and shook her head back and forth)
Man: you are crazy, Miss!
The stranger turned to run off; but, Lovetta grabbed his right elbow, spun him around and used her other elbow to knock him out. Realizing what she had done, she felt his pockets for keys, anything of use. Seeing his vehicle parked a few feet away, she darted for it. Starting the ignition, she pulled it into gear and pressed the peddle hard.
Lovetta: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Myra’s voice: you must listen to me, Lovetta! You must! You know me! Try to remember.
Lovetta: I do not! Get out of my head, you devil!
Myra: this is important, Lovet—
Lovetta: damn it! No!
Lovetta looked ahead to see flashing lights. Police lights blinded the darkness of the night. She slammed on breaks an quickly spun the vehicle around and accelerated in the opposite direction.
Lovetta: damn it!
She looked in the rear view mirror to see the pursuing lights. As the vehicle continued to accelerate, she gripped the steering. The odometer quickly hit one hundred miles per hour—one hundred fifty. The adrenaline pulsed in her ears, and her palms produced sweat profusely. The dark road was certainly too small for anyone to be traveling it at such a rate. The lights of a larger highway came into view. She refused to access the highway for it was only used for air access. Passing under the highway system, she flicked the head lights off.
Myra's voice: Lovetta! You must not kill yourself! This is too dangerous!
Lovetta: get the hell out of my head, you freak! I'm crazy. That has to be it. I'm seriously crazy and losing my mind.
The sirens from the police ceased, and the lights vanished into the dark. Lovetta eased off the pedal, maintaining a speed of eighty-five. As she flipped on the head lights, she slammed on the breaks. A bright figure stood in the middle of the road. The figure looked human, yet had an alien appearance. It was a she.
Lovetta could not refrain from starring at the girl nearly glowing in her headlight’s beams. She gazed, mouth gaping as a ten foot wing spam emerged from the woman's backside. A light engulfed around her persona. She was absolutely beautiful and impossible to look away from.
The woman reached forth her right hand and started in the Lovetta's direction. Lovetta snapped back into reality with herself. The adrenaline returned and she jerked the vehicle into reverse, spinning it backwards.
Lovetta: why can't I seem to get away from this insanity?
Before she could even get the vehicle back into drive, she jerked her head back as she slammed on the breaks. The woman was standing, palms pressed to the hood of the vehicle. Lovetta had nearly plowed into her. She tried to start the engine; but it stalled, bellowing at every jerk of the ignition. Before she could even reach for the door, the woman had whipped around to the door.
Arabella: do not be afraid. I am not here to hurt you, Lovetta. (she held her palm out signifying a helping hand).
Lovetta: what the hell are you?
Arabella: my name is Arabella, and I am what is called a nephilim.
Lovetta: nephilim?
Arabella: here. (she reached out her hand again, and Lovetta finally took it after a short hesitation).
Lovetta: nephilim? As in supernatural being? Impossible! That is medieval, ancient mysticism. There is no such thing as the spiritual, magical, anything out of this world.
Arabella: ah, an unbelieving, non-practicing witch. Unique.
Lovetta: I believe in science!
Arabella: (chuckling softly) come with me.
Arabella grasped Lovetta's hand a bit tighter. A six foot wing span emerged from Arabella’s shoulders. Lovetta's mouth gaped as Arabella wrapped her arms around. A burning sensation engulfed Lovetta's entire body. In an instant, before Lovetta could even blink, she found herself surrounded by lights. Horns blared and voices clattered together.
Lovetta: where are we? (Her eyes danced around to every street corner, sign and person that came into focus)
Arabella: this is my home town. Or, actually, it is where I was born. Danehill, England. That is actually what it was called five hundred years ago. It was not much back then, but now it is a well-populated city. Only recently has it flourished so well due to...
