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[h1][color=mistyrose][b][u] Saphira Ducane [/u][/b][/color][/h1]
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“What have I gotten myself into?” 

Saphira stood in the middle of her cell, taking in her surroundings to see if there was any route of escape. Her face was as cool and collected as it normally was despite the situation she found herself in. Even though her face showed no signs of displeasure, the feathers upon her wings gave her true feelings away with how they were ruffled up like an angry bird. Her expressions were always an easy thing to control, but her wing feathers weren’t as easily controlled. This had not been the first time she had been captured in the many years she had been an angel, but it certainly was the most humiliating capture being as the whole thing had started with just a few weakling vampires. 

She groaned angrily remembering the whole encounter. It started off easily enough, they seemed to be young vampires, who had yet to learn the full potential of their power and strength. They were certainly surprised by her attack and as she fought them off she was almost having fun toying with them. Their attacks had been weak, not thought through and filled with hungry rage, making it easy to tell that they had never encountered a seasoned angel like herself before. She was dealing with them easily until a well-dressed vampire appeared in the alley with them. The moment Sara saw him she could tell he was different from the others. He had a look of arrogance and wisdom in not only his eyes but his posture. Older vampires always held themselves differently than their younger counterparts. The younglings backed off when they saw he’d arrived and left him to deal with her as they ran back to their home with their fangs tucked behind their lips in embarrassment. 

If anyone had watched the two fight it would have certainly been a hard one to follow. Their movements were so fast it was almost as if everything they did was a blur. All the human eye would have been able to see was the flash of fiery red hair and the white of his dress shirt. To them it was an elegant but deadly dance in the dark. In the back of Saphira’s head she wondered how old he must have been to move as fast as he did. Most angels of her age would have already been beaten within a few minutes of his arrival. Her only saving grace was the fact that she had been trained by one of the mightiest warriors within heavens golden walls, but that training only helped her for so long. 

There was a point in their dance when she was able to jump on the vampire’s back and stab him with one of her hidden daggers. The blond vampire let out only a small groan of pain before starting to force himself backwards towards one of the brick walls. As she saw herself getting closer to be crushed against the wall Sara’s wings snapped out and gave one hard flap. She burst up into the air from his back and flipped herself forward back to the ground in front of him. When she landed she had planned to try and stab him in the heart, but he quickly grabbed her by the throat before she could. Sara expected him to attempt to kill her, but instead he head butted her hard in the face. The power of the hit was so strong that it surprisingly knocked the angel unconscious. When she awoke she found herself in the dark cell, her weapons of course gone and hanging on a wall across the room.  

“Michael will look at me with such displeasure when he hears of this. “ She said to herself as she began to walk around the cell. It looked like a normal prison cell you would see in a jail, but she knew it had to be stronger than that if they placed her in it. No normal prison cell could contain an angel. It had more than likely been bound by a witch or demon to contain creatures such as herself. Wanting to test it one of her jet black wings quickly shot out from where they rested comfortably behind her back. The edge of her feathers hit hard against the metal, creating a loud booming sound to echo through the room. Just as she thought the metal didn’t even so much as dent against the force of her wing. She sighed in annoyance and pulled her wing back from the metal. “To be expected.” 

The last time she had been captured had been almost 50 years ago by a coven of witches, who had tried to remove her wings. Sara didn’t know at the time, but witches found angel wings to be very valuable. They would cut them off and sell them for a good penny to fallen angels who had lost theirs after their fall. Losing one’s wings hurt almost as much as the decent to hell itself, which is what made some seek out a way to get them back without begging God. Many unholy angels also thought to it as a slap in the face to God, as if He cared about silly things such as that. At first Saphira didn’t think it was possible, but with the right spells it could certainly be done. It by no means made them divine again, but it helped them rebuild their pride and made them feel stronger than they really were. Thankfully for her she was able to keep her wings when Michael himself showed up to save her just as they were slicing into her back. That capture had been slightly less embarrassing than this. At least then she has been cornered by multiple witches of an ancient coven that had been in that area for over a century. Most of the witches had been trained in the ways of magic for quite some time. They had also specifically targeted her. The fallen angel that had hired them had been sent to hell due to her and was out for personal vengeance. This time she had been taken out and captured by only one vampire, which was an embarrassment that would stick with her for a lifetime. 

Her eyes suddenly snapped up when she heard the door in the distance opening up. She slowly brought herself to the front of the cell to greet whoever it was that was coming to speak with her, more than likely the leader of the coven, or at least his or her second in command. If they had wanted to kill her they certainly had had the chance to do so back in the alley, meaning they had some form of use for her. What that use was she would only learn in time.