So before I start, I should describe our characters!

Mine is Celeste, She's an alien with three hearts and golden blood. She has golden eyes and is 8114. She is super powerful with time vortex energy flowing through her soul. She has a sword that can cut through a 30 foot diameter tree like it was cutting through air. Her armor is impenetrable. And she is the last of her planet's kind. She is from Marth, a planet 4 billion lightyears away and she is the queen! And yes she is from my book Saved... @Spartankitkat's is less extensive.

Her name is Jeanette Borealis, she possesses a vessel named Amanda. Blond hair, blue eyes. She's an angel of The Lord, and she is a rebel. She's an angel who was created on the second day along with all the others. She's from the supernatural universe.

Let's start.

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Celeste walked over to Jeanette with a big smile on her face. "Hi!" She said enthusiastically.

Jeanette, out of defense, outstretched her pitch-black wings. Reaching in her bag, she reveals a knife, waving it in warning, "Who the heck are you?" There's a slight challenge in her eyes, as if she's daring her to answer.

Celeste looks taken back, as If offended. "I just wanted to say I thought you were beautiful!" As she says it she leans backward, her hand moving towards her sword.

Jeanette raised an eyebrow. Pretty? Are you serious? She shook her head in disbelief, taking into account her hand, and in one swift movement she takes both her hands, puts them together and shoves her against the closest wall.

Celeste struggles for a second and gives up. "What the hell are you doing!"

She hissed her words into her ear, "What are you? Demon? Werewolf? Even a changeling!? Because you're definitely not human."

Celeste was silent. Her eyes calm, not wanting to give an exact answer, but settling with, "Royalty doesn't get any respect around here!"

Royalty? What in her father's name was she talking about!? "Enough fooling around."

Jeanette held the blade a mere inch from the queen's throat, her wings hiding the view from any prying eyes.

Her eyes widen. " I'm telling the truth! I was just complimenting you! I didn't want trouble!" As she said it she shoved her and the weapon away.

Out of instinct, she pulled out a gun, aiming it at her.

"What.... Are you."

She turned her back to the gun. Not wanting the stranger to see the fear in her eyes. "I'm" she paused, thinking carefully about what she was going to say, "No one." She said with a sigh.

Rolling her eyes, she lowered the gun and approached her once more, eyes now a deep indigo. "You're obviously something, and it ain't human. I'm Jeanette. An angel. But I'm also a hunter, so either tell me what kinda monster you are, or I'll blow your brains out."

She turned around, anger in her eyes, and shouted, "I'm not a monster!" She shoved Jeanette to the side and ran around the corner.

Jeanette, to say the least, was now tremendously pissed. She snapped her fingers, appearing directly in front of her and splashing Holy Water in her face. "...Alright, not a demon."

She wiped her face off and looked into the angel's eyes, her anger simmering, about to blow. "What the hell!" But it wasn't anger. It was disappointment. Her act of kindness turned sour. She turned abruptly, walking down the empty sidewalk, wiping away a tear.

Jeanette sighed and followed after her, not an ounce of regret. Saving people, hunting things. It was her job. She was just doing it to make sure people would be safe, for crying out loud.

Celeste walked down the street, as fast as she could trying to out walk the angel.

"Stop... Please."

"Stay out of my business!" She walked faster, her arms folded.

Jeanette teleported in front of her. "This is my buisness."

She pulled out her sword swinging it at Jeanette.

Jeanette raised an eyebrow. "Only an angel blade can kill an angel. That is an empty threat."

She lowered her sword. "If your so special, figure out what I am on your own!" She stepped around her and kept walking.

Jeanette, once again, followed. "Vampire?"

She gaveve a puzzled look. "I look nothing like a vampire. Are ou kidding me!"

"Vampires don't have a specific look, sweetheart. This ain't no Twilight bull."

"Well whatever. Your wrong! Now go away!" She walked more briskly.

She followed quickly, handcuffing her to a pole. "I didn't wanna have to do this.. If you would've just given me a straight answer, this wouldn't have to happen." She pulled out a very tiny hook that you'd find in a dentist office, opening her mouth and checking for any signs of fangs.

Celeste shoved her away with her free hand. "Hey! Screw off!" Then with eminence strength, she broke the chain on the cuffs, like it was nothing.

"Not so fast!" Her eyes flashed a bright blue in warning. She should tell her soon, otherwise she's have to take her to Heaven to be properly identified.

She snickered at Jeanette's persistence and not knowing how stubborn Celeste was. "I'll give you a hint! Damn your persistent! I'm alien. But that's all your getting from me!" She said throwing her hands in the air.

"Alien? Aliens are just different species of monsters."

Again this pissed off Celeste and she yelled even louder, "I'm not a monster! If I were, I would probably be trying kill you or something!"

"Funny, you are about to. Well, try, anyways. You wouldn't succeed."

Celeste took the challenge. She pulled out a knife specialized for Jeanette's kind, and swung at the unexpecting angel, leaving a deep cut on her cheek.

Jeanette simply stands there, looking at the cut as it glows bright blue, her grace nearly healing it, save for a bit of blood. "It isn't wise to toy with angels, girl."

Celeste stood her ground with a defiant look in her eyes.

Jeanette snapped her fingers, a blade appearing in her hand. She gave Celeste a grin. "Last chance to run and hide. I don't wanna spill blood."

She still held her ground, even though her hearts were almost beating out of her chest.

Jeanette sighed. "Alright.." She jumped high up, disappearing right before she hit the ground, only to reappear behind Celeste. She jabbed the knife into her arm and cut down.

Golden blood spilled everywhere and she fell to the ground in pain.

Jeanette watched this, yawning. She removed the knife from her arm, wiping it off on her shirt, and put it away.

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That's all for now! I'll add more when we make more!

Thanks for reading and keep smiling!

- DragonGames