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[h1][color=mistyrose][b][u] Saphira Ducane [/u][/b][/color][/h1]
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[center][b][color=FF0000][sup][h1]E L I A S (E L I)[/h1][/sup][/color][/b][/center]

One of the things about Saphira was that she was an extremely hard person to surprise. This had nothing to do with her divine gifts given to her by God, but more just due to the fact that she was a calm person who took everything as it came. However, she was not even close to being prepared for the person who walked into her new prison of sorts. The moment she saw him it felt as if she had been hit by a ton of bricks. She brought her hands up to the spot her heart once belonged and the wings behind her shuddered slightly at the sight of him.  He looked almost the same as he looked when she last saw his face, maybe just a little older. His eyes were more beautiful than she even remembered, though many of her human memories were hard to recall at times. For a moment she actually thought she was dreaming, even though angels don’t actually sleep at all. After 300 hundred years it was extremely hard for her to believe that he was still alive after all this time.

 It made sense now why she had thought she felt him dying all those years ago and why the feeling disappeared so quickly. He had indeed been dying, but didn’t pass into heaven because he had been turned into a vampire. [i]“That’s why he didn’t come to me.” [/i]Sara thought quietly to herself as she sat down across from him. It was hard for her to say anything, especially since he clearly did not recognize her face as she did his. That knowledge hurt her soul ever so slightly, had she really changed so much over the centuries or had he just not loved her enough to remember her. Her love for him had never faded, nor the image of his face, which she cherished dearly. It was because of this she decided not to say anything of who she was yet. 

“I did not believe you had any intentions on releasing me. I wouldn’t be here if you did. Though, as I’m sure you know, my archangel and the Angels of War will not be happy to hear of this. Why is it you are risking war between your coven and my people? I am but a simple Guardian.

Physically the King of the vampires was fine, mentally he could not shake this nagging feeling like there was something he was forgetting. Eli could not figure out what that was. However he did know that this girl was the source. it soured his mood immediately. Is this some kind of angelic trick Eli thought to himself, was she projecting her own emotions onto him. That wasn't possible not even the archangels could do that to him. Yet here this slip of angel was invoking something in Eli. It did not make any sense, he barely knew her. "So your archangel is Michael..." He replied to her statement. Of all the luck in the world. Eli was hoping she was not of the guardian class. Not that he was scared of Michael, Raphael and Uriel were just easier to come to accord with. When it came to Michael on the other hand, Eli and the archangel tended to cause unplanned natural disasters. The situation was about to become complicated 

Once Michael realized one of his warriors were missing, which would not take long. Couple of days at best and then there would be a search party out looking for the seraph. Eli before then would have to put measures in place to keep the angel hidden. They had to stave off suspicion until the test gave answers to Hunter's theory. "I am hardly worried about your master..." Eli smiled humorously but it did not reach his eyes. "...he doesn't want war with me any more than I want with him." The vampire finished confidently. Eli was calm, collected, and in control. He knew what he was here to do. What he had to do. Her blood could be the very key to the mystery of heat. If they cracked the last element of the drug and it turned out to be angels blood. Michael would want this information as well, after all it would be his own kin being used in this sick experiment. So yeah he was confident the angels would be anger but Michael would not declare war. Yet despite the confidence in his objects, Eli felt another mystery was unfolding right before his eyes.  

He could not shake this nagging feeling that continued to plague him. It was like there was something he was forgetting but he could not point to what. He definitely knew it had something to do with this angel. Eli had felt this way every since he had laid eyes on her. Who was this woman? Beyond what Hunter had told him she was like every other guardian in Michael's clan. A skilled guardian, who protected their duty whatever the cost. Most vampires would call that foolish but Eli who also prided himself on fulfilling his own duties to his coven. Thought it was the one trait he respected about the angel's the most, even if he did not like most of them. However that did not solve this mystery. None of these points lead to any answers as to why Eli could not shake this feeling around. 

He wondered if this is how Hunter had felt around. He did seem to be infatuated with the Seraph. Eli frowned he did not like that for some reason. Hunter with the seraph made him feel uneasy yet the question still remained to why. Did the Seraph have the same feeling or was this some form of spell she was casting. That was impossible. This room was completing enveloped in dark magic of the void. It canceled magic. The angel at the moment was complete powerless. So why? Why did Eli feel like having her here was both a good idea and bad idea. "Who are you?" He questioned. Eli needed to know, because a name would at least would give him a place to start. 

Saphira studied his reaction as he figured out who her archangel really was. He acted as if he had no fear of Michael, but his eyes gave away the slightest inkling that he at least wasn’t happy about it. It was true that Michael would not want to start a war between the angels and the vampires. Everyone had lived in relative peace for a while and no one exactly wanted to disturb that peace. However, Elias underestimated how fond of her Michael was. She had been his star pupil for many decades and trained with her almost daily. She of course wasn’t the only angel he devoted his time to. He had others he worked with, but it was always evident he had a soft spot for her. That wasn’t really worth telling Elias though. It was easy to see that he held himself in pretty high regards and a fight with an archangel was not of the highest importance. The way he carried himself and spoke meant he had been in position of power for quite some time and had no fear it would be taken away from him any time soon. 

Despite his calm and collected façade, Saphira could tell there was something that was bothering him. She wondered if maybe he really did remember her and was trying to avoid bringing it up. She couldn’t think of a reason why he would want to ignore the fact that he knew her. They had, after all, been quite good friends in another life and had even loved each other as they had grown into adulthood. At least she had loved him that is, but it was starting to become unclear to her if he ever really loved her at all. He had stopped writing her when they were teenagers and they had only been brought together again due to him returning from school. Had he been forced to spend all that time with her when she was being courted by Dante? Was he just asked to do it by their fathers to be polite? It made her think and truly ponder if their entire relationship had been nothing to him at all. Back then she had just been a foolish human girl. Maybe she had just been so love sick that it had made her blind to his false feelings for her. 

One thing that made her rethink that though was the letter. The letter he had sent to her the night that had been her last mortal night on earth. He had asked her to meet him in the gardens that evening. Why had he written her that if he didn’t love her at all? Typically a man wouldn’t write a letter such as that if he was just going to tell her to stop following him around like a love stricken pup. She stopped thinking after that thought to look over at him. Her greenish blue eyes looked directly into his and she cocked her head to the side just slightly. 

“It pains me to know you do not remember me, Elias De’Vol. My time with you in the past must not have been valued by you as it was me.” Saphira tore her eyes away from his and stood to begin walking around the room. It was hard for her to look at him. “To not even remember my name…” She shook her head, causing a little bit of her hair to fall in front of her face. 

“Saphira..Saphira Ducane..Since it seems to have escaped you. I suppose that will happen after 300 years, though I never forgot yours.”