A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I’ve been stuck on this one. I’ve now figured out where to go from the last chapter. Also the previous chapter has been rewritten, and has an apology attached, along with an explanation (if you don’t understand my reasons, then just ask me about it, and I’ll try to explain it better – along with anything in the entire story that doesn’t seem to make any sense).

Part 1 of Dracula’s Return – Mysteries

Chapter 7

Celestial Black Angels

‘We have another, more serious problem,’ Valan told the Count. They were now in a smaller room in the underground base, it looked like some kind of office, ‘they are known as the Celestial Black Angels.’

‘Celestial Black Angels?’

‘Yes, and they are far more powerful than Van Helsing, and easily twice as dangerous.’

The Count frowned, ‘how many are there?’

‘Only three, but when they combine their powers together, they are even more powerful, and dangerous.’ Count Dracula didn’t quite understand.

‘What are Celestial Black Angels?’

‘The “Celestial Black Angels” are a very rare type of angel. They are angels from Heaven, hence the names “Celestial” and “Angel”. Black Angels apart of heaven are even rarer, since Black Angels are usually War Angels from Heaven, or angels gone bad.’

‘Angels gone bad?’

‘Angels that do something wrong, or evil, become Black Angels. They are fallen angels from Heaven, though strangely, they turn up on earth, not Hell.’

‘Then why are we worried about the Celestial Black Angels, if they are “Black Angels”?’

Valan stared at him for several minutes - it was quite annoying actually.

‘Because, Count, the Celestial Black Angels are not like Black Angels, they are more like War Angels from Heaven, but are far more powerful.’

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‘Your not going on this alone.’ They were in a super market looking at things to eat for tea, when one of them had brought up the secretive subject.

‘Besides were not supposed to talk about it in public, that’s private and top secret.’ She was standing in the frozen section looking at some kind of meat, wondering if it was edible.

‘I told you he’s back, Gabrielle didn’t finish him off.’ She was getting flustered. With her right hand she pushed the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her long black hair always got into her face, but she never bothered with a hairclip.

‘This isn’t the time to talk about it, Natalie.’ Hissed the first one, her short brown hair curled around behind her ears, only just reached her shoulders. The left side always got into her face, so she kept a hairclip of a shooting star, there.

Thinking that the meat – it was steak – was edible, she put it into the trolley, and joined back into the conversation, her green eyes piecing Natalie’s hazel ones.

‘Natalie, you have to understand, you don’t have enough power on your own, and neither do we.’

‘But Vanessa, you believe me don’t you?’ asked Natalie, looking like she was lost, or something.

Vanessa put her hand on her shoulder, ‘yes Natalie I believe you, and so does Jessica,’ she gave the brunette a stern look, as if to say, “or else”, but she nodded in agreement.

‘Yes Natalie, we believe you, but that doesn’t mean you should go alone, or that we’re strong enough to tackle this situation,’ Jessica suddenly lowered her voice, ‘If the left hand of god couldn’t’ do it, then what makes you think we can?’

‘Because were the Celes...’ but they had silenced her with their hands over her mouth. Strangely, nobody had noticed. They removed their hands and gave her a nasty look.

‘Natalie,’ said Jessica, sounding disappointed, ‘you know better.’

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled incoherently.

‘Let’s go,’ said Vanessa commandingly, ‘before something else happens.’

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‘And what of this government you spoke of?’ The Count liked the idea of the Celestial Black Angels; maybe he could make them his brides.

‘All they want is power. They made a deal with the devil, not realising that they aren’t as powerful as they think they are. If they knew you were here, we’d all fall into great peril, and you would end the worst off compared to everyone else.’

The Count raised his eyebrows, ‘oh, and why is that?’ Valan stared at the Count for several minutes, before he said the final words of the conversation.

‘You are their only weakness.’

A/N: I would have had it about a week sooner, but I’ve had some bad weather. And I haven’t so much as been able to turn my computer on.