Fiction Fridays – update

As part of my blog ‘reboot’ I am going to try to post weekly, or at least bi-weekly, updates on my fiction.

Fans of the ‘Dark Angel Series’ will be happy to to know that I have the draft of the 2nd short story in the series back from the editor, the bad news is that I have had it for months.  I hope to finalize it soon so that I can post it for you guys real soon.

It continues where ‘Dark Angel: The Gatekeeper’s Daughter’ left off.   Keesabella knows her mother’s dark secret and struggles with her own identity.  Leading a double life is not without risks, in a world where everyone has secrets, they are increasingly harder to keep.  Someone close to her starts to suspect something much more sinister is afoot and threatens to ruin everything.

As for my novel, I am currently working on the 2nd draft, only to Chapter 3 so far but I don’t want to force it.  This version is already leaps and bounds above the last.  The Novel is a series of what will be 4 books, this one being ‘The Gatican: Origin’ (working title and subject to change).  It is about a young girl that discovers, after a horrific personal tragedy, that important information about herself has been kept from her.  It explains a lot about her mother’s strange obsession with keeping her safe and forcing her to live a seemingly normal life, but she is anything but normal.  She is a dangerous halfbreed, part human and part something unknown, that with the help of friends uses her superhuman abilities to avenge her mother’s death.

Christmas art

The boys and I worked up a few homemade Christmas presents this year, sorry for posting this so late, I know Christmas is over.  But I recently went over to my mother-in-laws house and say the art work proudly framed and hung in her bedroom so we must have done something right.



I so should have taken photos of the process.  The boys loved getting messy more than anything.

Rethinking

Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days but I am rethinking my website. It hasn’t done much to restart my interest in art, I need a new approach. :). Something a little more inspiring.

I do have another short story in the ‘Dark Angel’ series in the final stages!

Dark Angel: The Gatekeeper’s Daughter – Part 2

The Gatekeeper’s Daughter – Part 2

Dark Angel Series

By Kathryn E Wanta

If you haven’t read part 1 – read it here

(Rated T for Teen, some language, mild violence and suggestive undertones.)

It wouldn’t take long for her mother to notice the white creeping its way up toward her scalp. That would be enough to start a conversation with the busy queen, and it likely wouldn’t be long, based on the shocked expression on her mother’s face when she appeared for dinner. Having ignored her most of the day, as usual, this was the first real good look at her child.

Dire had already commented on the change, earlier, and she didn’t like Kee’s retort about not being afraid to stand out among her peers. Her sister had always been one to fall in line and follow existing trends, not stir things up a bit by trying something new. She must have still been stewing over it, as she glared at her younger sister from across the table. It was a feeling Kee was very accustomed to. The men could have cared less. They would likely chalk it up to the rebellious teen phase. In their minds, it would pass.

It was only Hada that knew the truth behind the changes, which made for an uncomfortable evening meal for her. When it was over, Kee excused herself as usual, but this time her mother didn’t stop her from leaving, like she had always done before. That could only mean that she intended to deliver the medicine in person, and talk to her daughter about the need for her to take it nightly. It was going to be an interesting conversation.

Hada didn’t know why her daughter was changing. One could only assume that she had not taken the potion, or it had lost its effectiveness on her after so many years of use. Either way, it didn’t bode well for Hada, as she made her way to Kee’s bed chamber. Some explaining may have been required. When she entered the room, Kee just smiled at her. It had been easy enough to slip the liquid to the unquestioning child, but her now inquisitive teen had concerns, and likely questions, that would need to be answered.

“I brought your medicine,” Hada stated, hoping that would be all there was to it; her hair would turn back to black, and her eyes that fiery red. No one would ever know her secret.

“I am not sick, mother,” Kee boldly stated, letting her eyes glare back at her mother, telling her that the girl somehow knew that she had been lied to all those years, and demanded answers with unspoken words. Hada cleared her throat. The white had crept its way up further, just in the time that they had eaten dinner, not that anyone else would have noticed. It was haunting Hada, that blatant evidence of a long kept secret.

It scared her to think what others would say when they saw the real Keesabella Buer. It scared her only slightly more to think about what lay under the surface of her child’s dark skin. What monster lurked within? There was more to her than met the eye, and more to the potion than even Calypso had guessed. It shaded more than just her outward appearance.

“Please, take it anyway, for my peace of mind,” she begged, still holding out the vile to Kee.

Kee shook her head. She needed a better reason than her mother’s own comfort. They were children of the night and the feeling of others need not concern them. Demons of any kind weren’t accustomed to bending to the needs of others. Hada knew this better than most. She had created, in her long life, a family, but she cared not for a single one of them. They were but useful tools to her, handy to have around at times. Kee was no exception. Hada hung her head and swallowed hard again. She had known that this day would come. She had to answer for her actions, and explain herself to the only person in the world that she was truly afraid of.

“There is nothing wrong with you; you’re prefect,” Hada admitted, eyeing up her beautiful daughter. Her hair was almost completely white now and danced around her in the light breeze from the open window, but the bright blue eyes that stared back at her were unforgiving. “You’ve always been perfect, but opinions tend to vary.”

It was in that moment that Kee saw something that she never thought she would see; thegreat Hada Buer was afraid and unsure. She questioned in her mind what could possibly have shaken the queen, who appeared to fear nothing, let alone her own child. Thinking back on her short life, some things came into focus. This had little to do with her, and more to do with something that Hada was guilty of and trying very hard to cover up.

“Who is my father?” Kee turned very serious and concerned.

“I don’t know,” Hada admitted with tears in her eyes. The answer enraged the girl, and before she would stop herself she had her mother by the throat and up against the wall. The impact hurt and shook the stone structure slightly.

“What kind of monster are you, to lie with things unknown?” Do you not recall those with whom you have had relations?” Kee snapped. She kept a hold of her, but loosened her grip a little, when she realized that Hada could not speak.

“I do know who he is, just not his name. It’s the nature of our kind. Please forgive me. We feed on the love of men. We need it to survive. I can only hope that the love of just one man will be enough to sustain you all of your life, but Pyregon just isn’t enough for me, even though I truly do love him. I am sorry for my indiscretions,” She explained now a few stray tears fell from her eyes. “He said I was not worthy of knowing his name. You can’t blame me for this completely. I had help you know? I caught his eye from a great distance and lured him in. I just wanted to see if it could be done. He was gorgeous beyond compare and so very strong. The strength he gave me during that encounter has lasted me this long, but he also gave me a child in that moment. His gaze shifted from me the day that you were born. He watches you now. You know that, don’t you? You can feel his eyes on you.”

Hada nodded to the open window. It wasn’t by chance that it happened to face the blue moon. It also faced the Achrengate named after the blue moon. The one her father guarded for the last 40 years. It was so that he could always see her. She reminded him of a moment of weakness.   The evil queen wanted to make him suffer her pain. Baring his child was unnatural and very hard on her, not that she would change a thing.

The succubus had seen the cracks through the archangels disguise. She knew a time would come when the archangels could no longer hold back the horrors and the gates would open. She was another immortal being with nothing but time to spare, lying in wait for just the right moment. Hada’s beauty was rare for her kind, an almost innocent look that lured men in, even in the dim glow of the lava lights.

What to do with his attention had been up in the air. She could have ignored him, letting him simply dream of her, but succubae weren’t exactly known to be loyal creatures. While the king could overlook her discretions at times, this would be unforgivable. Perhaps that is what had made her desire for him even greater.

“Does Pyregon know?” Kee asked, letting go of her briefly and staring off out the window.

“He suspects that you are not his, but has no knowledge of your true nature.” It had not been discussed, but she could see it in the king’s eyes. “No one knows that you are half angel. Keesabella, you are still my child and a princess of this land. I have tried to be a good mother, faked compassion for you when you needed it, even though it was unnatural for me,” Hada stated. While she did still love her, she was also trying hard to stay on the child’s good side. Angels were strong and dangerous creatures. It was best to stay in her good graces, at any cost.

“Compassion? How about your honesty. Do I not deserve that?” Kee fired back; another forceful shove got a groan from Hada. There was a choice to be made now. She could continue to drink the potion and go about her life as it was, or she could embrace her true self, maybe even track down her father. If her mother had done it once, then it could be possible to do it again.

A few more loud screams echo through the halls, as Kee continued to yell at her mother. But, when she suddenly found something between them, she completely lost herself to rage, something that had never happened before.

“This doesn’t concern you.” Keesabella warned her sister.

“She is my mother, what gives you the right to hit and yell at her?” Dire asked. It was clear that as usual she had missed most of the conversation, but was getting involved anyway. She was accustomed to getting her way, because most people didn’t want to witness one of her legendary hissy fits. Today however Kee didn’t care about her sister’s foolish pride. This was about her, and the intrusion into her room would no longer be tolerated.

“I know that this is hard for you to understand, but the world does not revolve around you. This is none of your business. Get out!” Kee’s voice came out much louder than it ever had; the usually passive woman never raised her voice. The shock showed on Dire’s face. The world was much bigger than her petty life, but before Kee could have the honor of showing her as much, Hada interjected. Having seen the bright light in her youngest eyes, she knew this would not end well for Dire, if allowed to continue.

“Dire please go and entrust that I will be fine. I need to talk to your sister alone. It’s something that I have done and must answer for.” She begged.

Dire’s eyes darted between the two of them. She hated not knowing, more that she hated seeing her mother cry. But more importantly, she has never seen such fear in her mother’s eyes, and part of her couldn’t accept that anyone other than herself had put it there. For that she swung at the younger sibling.

Kee ducked and grabbed the passing arm. With impressive precision and strength, Kee threw her sister through the open door of her bedroom and into the hallway wall. There was a bright burst of light just before Kee slammed the door shut so hard that the hinges broke, sending Dire scurrying off down the hallway. If Dire would even admit defeat to Pyregon, Hada knew her husband wouldn’t come to save her. He had told her more than once that Keesabella was her daughter, not his. She had created this monster, and now she must deal with it on her own. While he might partake in the advantages the illegitimate child brought, he would not suffer the consequences, or be burdened with its problems.

“I know it’s hard, but you must learn to control yourself.”

“Why? Are you really that scared of me?” Kee asked.

“I am scared for you. You shouldn’t exist. If the angels find out about you, they will kill you. There are rumors…” Hada paused not sure just how much she should burden her child with tonight. “…about what happens when you mix light and dark. Let’s just say that it scares some people, like your friend. It’s unnatural.

“There is nothing wrong with Jinx, or me for that matter. People shouldn’t believe in fairy tales.” Kee insisted, making her way over to the window. Her eyes were fixed on the massive gate. “What was he like?”

“He was very handsome. Most angels are. I set my sights on him. I wanted a brief taste of the good life, and a conquest that most of our kind could only dream of.” The physical love of an Archangel would sustain her life well beyond that of her peers, but it would not come easy and held great risk. “As much as they like to think that they are better than everyone, in truth they are very much the same. He was a sad lonely man, as cruel as any demon male I have yet to encounter.”

The warm touch of his skin told her that the angels aren’t as cold as one might have thought. The blood in his veins had run just as hot with lustful need as hers. What waited for him in the light when his time was up? The love of a cold woman? Hada had tempted him to dive into the fires of a passion that only sinful desires could ignite, and he took the bait.

It was clear that her mother’s thoughts had drifted someplace else, another time perhaps. The angels where getting weak and not thinking clearly. This one had fallen prey to her mother that night so long ago, and in that moment of weakness that will haunt him for a life time, he gave into temptation.

Hada had lovingly named the baby they created, Keesabella. She was the key to the gates that kept them locked away. She was the key to the gatekeeper’s cold heart, for if not, then she wouldn’t be a live right now. And Isabella was a family name worthy of the daughter that would become legend.

“You keep saying our kind. What if I take after him more than you think?” The question snapped Hada back from her inappropriate memories.

“Whether you like it or not there is some of me in you too. You’re a dangerous combination my child.” The confession at least shows why Hada herself was so scared. Two very strong creatures could only produce trouble.

With her mother now at her side forcing her gaze to her, the seriousness of the situation starts to sink in. Kee had seen the way people looked at Jinx. It’s like she is foreign to them. In a lot of ways, Kee guessed that she was. Angels and Demons were considered complete polar opposites, the absolute light and the darkest dark. This made her something in the middle.

“How did you even get up there?” Kee wondered, eyeing the massive stone wall and large iron gate. It had to have been no small feat. Hada just smiled back at her. Maybe it was time for the child to pay her father a little visit. He needed to share some of the burden when it came to raising their child. He needed to answer to her as well, for his part in the matter had been just as important as Hada’s.

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Every inch was painstaking as Kee climbed her way up the wall, using the gaps in the wall from decay between boulders to pull herself along, as she made her way toward the Archangel’s perch. It was clear that the wall had been there far too long and needed repairs. Rumors said that it was protected by magic, to only allow things pure of heart to pass over it. Which apparently meant that no maintenance was needed, at least not on this side of things; not that they would be able to find a living soul on this side willing and able to do the work needed. No one in their right mind would dare to scale the massive structure. But Kee was determined, just as her mother must have been so many years ago, to reach the perch.

Days had come to pass, as she contemplated what to do. She had confided in Jinx, who had most likely already known, since her mother had somehow known. Calypso hadn’t come right out and said it, but she saw the angel in her eyes and understood her plight. It was worse than that of her own child.

Her foot slipped, forcing her against the hard surface. With a groan, she continues, secretly hoping that it would all be worth the time and effort that she has put forth. Surely he could not deny her for all eternity. The wind whipped her white locks around her like fresh snow on a mountain top, constantly getting it in her face. Kee had chosen to embrace her true self. Maybe it would help her father accept her, if he could see some of himself in her eyes.

As she reached for the ledge, a strong arm grasped her arm and caught her off guard. He effortlessly pulled the teen to her feet, but barely gave her any room on the ledge. He had seen her coming. It was his job, after all, to watch the walls for anyone one stupid enough to attempt escape. The archangel had always expected her to come to him some day, seeking answers and guidance. The thought of killing her, even as an infant, had crossed his mind many times, but a father’s pride stilled his hand even now. He both loved and hated the child. She was impressive by anyone’s standard. He had hoped that nature would run its course and the vileness of the Dark Side would eventually consume and destroy the girl for him. The angle had never expected her to survive in the dark.

She surprised him more and more with each passing day. Were she not the daughter of a demon, he would be very proud of her.

They stood there staring at each other for a few minutes. His blue eyes shined bright, twinkling with the light of a thousand stars. He was everything her mother had said he would be. Hada had described him perfectly, the image of perfection. A strong muscular build, right down to the massive pure white wings that sprung out of his back. Favoring the pale colors over darker ones, even there at the edge of darkness, he stood out like a beacon in the abyss.

Unlike her mother a few nights before, he was calm and unafraid. Crossing his arms across his broad chest, he just stood back, watching her. Every night he would bask in the dim light of the Neuvian Blue moon, and tonight was no exception, as it peaked out from behind his wings. He must have been an angel of great honor to have merited such a prestigious position at one of the only gates that actually stood in some sort of light.

“May I help you, young lady?” He finally asked. His voice came out in a sweet melody. He would never admit it out loud, to his own flesh and blood, but she was quite the budding beauty, with all of her mother’s curves and the confidence of a true Archen.

“You know why I am here?”

“Because your mother is a whore,” he stated harshly, smiling as he did so. Kee’s expression hardened. It may have been kind of the truth, to some degree, but it didn’t need to be said. He was just as much to blame for her existence as Hada was.

“What does that make you? Lest you forget that it takes two to tango?” Kee questioned, watching him carefully for signs of weakness. There were cracks in the facade; she could see them now as he backed away from her a little. The manipulative and seductive creature that was her mother must have made easy work of him. He hadn’t stood a chance. It was a sad and cold life that he lived, full of hate and disregard for the lives of others. Angels were inherently selfish things.

It hadn’t been love by any means. He didn’t need her but he had wanted the Succubus Queen. Who would she tell when he ventured down that path so long ago, and who would have believed her even if she had? No godly man would lie with such a sinister thing.

He laughed a little under his breath, unwilling to admit that she had a point, and turned away from her for a brief break from those familiar eyes.

“Do you have a name?” Kee asked hopefully.

“Not one that you are worthy of knowing, foul creature,” he responded calmly, running his finger through his messy hair. His body language suggested that he was somewhat frazzled by her.

“Foul?” Kee questioned. His words were hurtful to the child. She had not thought about him rejecting her so completely. Then again, if he really felt that way he would have never let her get this close to him. There had to be some conflicting feelings inside of him that she couldn’t begin to understand. “I am you daughter, am I not? I am part of you.” She tugged on him hard enough to spin him back about to face her.

“Do not touch me! You have no right,” he shouted, flipping his arms around to remove her gentle hands from where they had come to rest on his arms. “You were a mistake, created by a moment in time that should not have happened. You are Hada’s child, not mine.”

Now he was just being cruel. Something burst inside her chest. She reached out and slapped him as hard as she could, actually catching him off guard and knocking him down. He sat there stunned; hand on his cheek, looking up at the ghastly looking figure above him. He had angered her and it hurt.

“Coming here was a mistake. You are completely worthless. You couldn’t stop me from leaving even if you wanted to. You are sad and weak. You should have killed me when you had the chance,” Kee yelled and stepped forward as it to kick him, but she stopped herself. This wasn’t the kind of person that she was.

She peaked out over the side, toward the city lights of the Nue-Mezzo city of Verda. The thought of jumping over the side and running off there to start anew, away from the lying and uncertainty of her parents, had crossed her mind. But, it was a hell of a drop and she couldn’t be sure that there wasn’t a spell to keep the wicked in. Her place was here for now; it wasn’t worth the risk just yet. As a young princess, she lived a good life; as good as it got on the dark side of things, she supposed.

His eyes got very serious as he rose up from the ground. She had just ticked off the one thing that no one dare trifle with. If it was respect she wanted from him, then it would have to be earned that hard way. She was both a girl and a child, something no real man would dare to strike, but she was also his offspring and his to discipline as he saw fit.

They squared off on the fairly large platform, each secretly hoping that the other would back down at any moment. The Archangels plan was just to shove the troublesome teen over the side and forget about her completely, but when they came together, locked hands and shoved against each other, the girl barely budged. The heels of her boots scraped against the stone as they dug in.

He struggled against her as she pushed right back. Maybe it was him tiring or just the shock of the strength she possessed even as something slightly less than a full grown woman. He started to give, inching his way toward the other side of the wall. His fragile male ego wouldn’t let him admit defeat.

“Stop,” he ordered, but the wild eyed girls just glared back at him and gritted her teeth. She was understandably angry, hurt and a little disappointed with her father. “Please, stop?” He asked again a little more politely. Finally, he sighed heavily and caved to her, letting her push him right up to the ledge but still hanging on to her by intertwining their fingers. If he was going over, then he was taking her with him.

Kee stopped now, applying just enough force to hold him in place and not softening her expression in the slightest. He struggled a few times to push her back, stand up straighter or in some way relax, but she wouldn’t give him an inch. The angel could have tried just a little harder, but that wasn’t the point of all this. Of course he was testing her.

“I guess you are mine after all. Only an angel could be this strong at your age, but that anger of yours is all your mother’s doing,” he admitted. She smiled, it wasn’t a full confession, but she would take it for now. At least he had laid claim to her.

“Your name now, daddy dearest?”

“Meta…, Meta Shi from the house of Donovan.” She suddenly released him, laughing as he stumbled forward, catching himself with a hand to the knee. Her eyes went back to the distant city light, so different from the dim glow of Beira. “You know that I can’t let you leave, right? My offspring or not, this is where you belong and it’s my job to keep things…like you, inside these walls.”

He didn’t want to really fight her, but he would if he had to. Letting even one thing escape on his watch would be considered failure, and Angels could accept nothing less than absolute perfection. It was their greatest flaw. Sure, it happed on rare occasion, but never was it enabled or encouraged.

“Your job sucks and I don’t envy you, but you forget that I live here. I have seen the horrible things that you keep locked away. I have also seen a few mistakes, undeserving occupants,” Kee explained, turning her attention back to him as she casually leaned up against the wall that was his current living space, there on top of the wall.

“That is not my department. They were judged and found guilty of unthinkable things. There is nothing here that I would want to live with,” he said without thinking. She could only assume that included her. She had threatened to shove him off a wall, so maybe he had a point, though she got the feeling that the angel had taken it somewhat easy on her.

“Can I come back to see you from time to time during your tenure? I have questions. I need to know more about this side of me so that I can grow as a person,” she begged. He just nodded, as long as she was willing and able to make the long climb, then he would make a little time for her. His conflicting feelings continued to eat away at him, but maybe he was being too harsh on the kid. It was apparent that he was struggling to control her. Getting to know her better could serve him well in the future.