The Hybrid Rogue

Dinner went by fast. We laughed and joked around. It was nice to see a different side of Ryanne. We have gotten to know eachother better over the time at Crimson and this was just a new level. It was already eleven at night before we knew it. The guys were talking about bikes which got my attention. I've never ridden because a truck was more conventional for rogue life. You can fit more life in a truck than on a bike.

Ryanne carried me up to bed when he noticed I was falling asleep beside him. He even helped me out of my clothes, leaving me naked of course. We have been intimate since our marking and the return, it just became more natural to sleep naked with eachother. Tonight, he knew I was exhausted. He snuggled up and held me close against his chest.

"You are perfect, you know that?" I heard him whisper.

"You just see me perfect, but even perfect has it's flaws." I respond in a whispery groan.

"I guess you are right. I love you, though. So, since I love you, you are perfect." Him and his mush talk made me roll my eyes even under my eyelids.

"Sleep. Please." I groan out and he kissed me and adjusted a little. Eventually, I succumbed to sleep.

I woke up in a pant. The dreams were back. Not the nightmares. These were different. Someone was calling out to me. It was usually with pure white light or darkness. The voices were always different too. I haven't had these dreams since the nightmares took over at 14. I never thought anything of them. Now, with what I know, I should look into them immediately.

I look at Ryanne would only flinched a good bit in his sleep, but he was right back to snoring. Knowing that with this dream, I wasn't getting anymore sleep tonight, I went down the hall to his office. Might as well get a head start to my reading.

I sat in my spot I was last and picked up the next paper I left off at. It was talking about that witches originated in Romania. Well, this is a start. Though, after 5 pages of just talking about how our spells were in Romanian and about how we need to pronounce perfectly to have the spell work. I decided some of this was pointless to someone who was an actual witch. I started skimming the pages instead. Sometimes I would stop for an interesting random fact, but mainly I just let going. I had about 20 pages before there was a knock on the door.

It's 3am. Who would knock on an office at this time? Then again, who would be in an office at this time? "Come in." I say softly.

"Hey, I saw the light on. I brought some tea. I knew it had to be you. I felt the communication link. I didn't know you were nephlem." Ryannes mom says.

"I didn't know I was. I didn't even know what any of that was other than dreams. It hasn't happened since I was 14. It's usually just pure white light or pure black darkness and then different voices calling to me." I look at her. "Nephlem? Seriously? Can I just be a bit more normal?"

"I can tell you are different. Like torn between several worlds. What do you know of your family?" She asks.

"You won't judge me will you?" I ask with a sad face.

"My dear, I may be nephlem, but I was once an actual angel before I fell. I still hold my beliefs for the most part and one is that no one but god may judge you. Unless it is one of my three children. Also, those don't sound like normal communication links." Ryanne has a sister I had played with when I was little. She was the youngest. Same age as me. Their dad would bring her with so we had an alpha female friend to play with instead of all the boys we grew up around.

"Well, you know my father is wolf. My mother was vampire and witch. The vampire part, I recently found out, also has demon. Now, you say I have nephlem as well. Just once, I would like to just be one thing only. Feel normal."

"Dear, if the vampire in you has demon, then you are decendent from the originals. For you to have all of those in one. There is more here to know than we know. Now, this is just a hunch I have, but to explain, I should ask what you know about the originals." She looked at me serious as I sipped the tea.

"I know, my decendent, Anca, was the first witch. The first Vampire had mated with a demon. Honestly thats my main bit of knowledge of that other than the normal wolf logic with the moon goddess." I respond with a shrug.

"Well, Anca, Lycious, Dracula and Caterina were all siblings. Dracula, not his real name, but his chosen, was the oldest and the sun god grew angry they say and cursed him with a gift. This gift was the Vampire abilities, both pros and cons. Then, Lycious was born two years later. The moon goddess saw him as a precious thing and wanted to protect him from the sun god and his threat against his brother. She blessed him to be the first werewolf, those to come, the Lycan, were to be all planned out by her through fate. Women are the wiser as we can tell. Well, then Anca was born. Some say it was Lucifer who actually gave her the gift, but she was the first witch. Caterina was the youngest and also the weakest. She was to stay human.

As time went on, they went their separate ways. Anca stayed with her sister until Caterina moved with a husband and had a family. She then fell in love with a human herself and had three children. Two sons and a daughter. The oldest son did not get the gift of magic. Her second son, he had magic, but it wasn't quite strong. Her daughter and youngest, had the strongest power. It wasn't quite like hers was, yet she was her pride. Now, the older brothers, Lycious and Dracula, they both had a form of immortality. It took a bit before they fell in love and had children. Dracula, as you know, fell in love with a Demon. He also found if he bit others he could sire more vampire, but they weren't as powerful. Well he had a few daughters until he had a son. Him being as evil as he was, he used his daughters to figure out the weaknesses to kill his kind. When Lyciou found out what his brother was up to, he asked the Moon Goddess what to do. She told him she would bless others with the gift and he, too, had the power to sire like his brother. He was to be the Alpha of his pack. She, also, told him that she would send him a fated mate. Well, he found his fated mate. An angel. She wasn't nephlem. She came to him through a communication link in his dreams. To be with him, she would have to give up her place she held. She could have children with him only that way. Women Angels have to give up their life to their love, while males can just pop in your mind and mate you through your dreams. It's unfair and why I choose to be fallen before even meeting my mate.well, she choose to go to him, but he had to find her and recognize her without ever seeing what she looked like. Obviously, he found her and they had a son. So, each three had an heir. Those heirs had heirs and so forth." She looked at me and finally sipped her own tea as well.

"So, you think I am a descendant of the first three?" Well, that would explain a lot.

"Yes, I do. I am not fully sure, but if you have the other two as descendants, I don't see how the other one isn't out of the question. I mean, nephlem can mate with humans, other nephlem, and wolves only. And who know, to have you actually standing here, you could have Caterina as a descendant." She looked at me with unknown pity.

"I have been trying to find out if there is any information in these papers that could help lead to the place where Anca's home would have been. She came to me and told me that she buried her diaries under it with a prophecy of me in it. The house was under protection spells and only I can go and get the information. I got them from my grandfather's office after I killed him." I said with a straight face.

"Well, I can see that it is in the oldest language. The demons try to call it their's but it was the angels first. Only nephlems like me who were angels or angels them would know how to read it. I bet the papers burn anyone else who touches it?" Well, this may be useful.

"Yes, it burnt one of the warriors the other day. That's what the burn mark is in the living room."

"Has Ryanne tried to hold them?" She asks with a bit of concern.

"No, he didn't want to chance it." Which had relieved me at the time.

"He will be safe. It shouldn't burn him. Only those who aren't from the divine. Since demons are from Lucifer who is an arch angel, they are considered with the gift as well. The old language in itself being put onto anything will have that effect. I am guessing your grandfather was taught this by his own grandfather who has to be Dracula himself. Anca of course had a human life span like her sister, while the boys were gifted immortality. Dracula is still alive. Maybe the information that is hidden in these papers won't have what you are looking for. You may have to go meet Dracula himself. If not him, Lycious. I am unsure which one is safer, honestly. They both have their issues. Lycious may see you as a weapon or a tool and we aren't even sure if you are related to him. It would be a few generations though and harder to trace. Dracula may help you but with a price." She then stood up with a look like she had an idea, but she was unsure if it would work.

I keep reading while thinking over what she told me.