The Awakening (GreyQueen & Darklaz)

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The Awakening (GreyQueen & Darklaz)

Acheron held Sara close as he made an exit from the building. At the first opportunity, he spread his wings and had them in the air.
"I can not usually fly, just glide on air currents. I have never launched from the ground before. Are you unhurt, my heart?" he asked her as they approached her family's home. His increased vision picked up the figures of her parents and an unknown. The unknown was unconscious and her father was cradling his hand.

"Your parents will see me and know that things are not as they have always been. Is this acceptable, my Sara?"
 
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The sudden launch into the air, though she had anticipated it, still stole Sara's breath away. She hissed through her teeth and kept her arms firmly around Acheron's neck with her face pressed to his shoulder. Had she not still had her fear of heights, the Journalist would have pulled away to see where they were. The limo drive had been rather confusing as she had been more focused on being presentable in the face of the, at the time, flattering story offer. "I-I'm alright. Still getting used to...being up so high..."

When Acheron asked about her parents, Sara bit her lip. They probably would take to her stone guardian as well as she had at first. If her mother didn't faint at the sight of the winged male, Sara would be tempted to check if she weren't some decoy the Order placed. Her father, however, was her biggest worry. The last thing anyone needed was for him to break out his double-barrel... "We... don't have much of a choice do we?" she murmured against his skin, finally building her courage up enough to lift her head to look at her guardian. "Acheron...thank you....I'm...sorry for everything... I... didn't want you to get hurt..."
 
"We are here. Shall I land or ... " He started to ask as Sara's father turned and looked square at Acheron.

"I take it you are one of my dad's creations. I say only this, gargoyle, Hurt my daughter in any way whatsoever and you are dust & fragments. Understood?"
"Sara dear, you are well? He has kept you safe, I hope? Come see to your mother. I think she needs a touch of sanity and reality.
Take her inside and keep her occupied. I believe your friend and I need to speak with one another."

Acheron acknowledged her father as he set her carefully on her feet and released her.
"She is unharmed, Grayson patriarch. I am created to protect the family and blood. It was her presence and spark that woke me.
I do nothing against her wishes or anything that would bring harm."
 
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Sara almost deadpanned upon hearing her father so calmly, yet sternly, address Acheron. Her mouth remained agape long after her guardian set her on her feet. "You...you know about him?! You knew about Gramps too?! Mom can have a break down for a moment longer- sorry mom-, I want answers."

Her mother, still trembling, only stared doe-eyed at the winged creature beside her only daughter. This had to be some odd dream. Yes. Yes, just an odd dream. Probably from that horrible batch of spinach cookies gone wrong. She told Margaret not to make them again...

Sara nearly stomped her heeled foot when her father appeared to protest. "No, no, no, no, no. I was just held hostage by a bunch of wackos spouting about how they were going to use my blood to make an army and take over the world. No, I want some answers. How long have you known? Did you know when you gave me that letter? Did you know who- or what- Gramps was? Did you-" Sara felt a cool hand on her shoulder, quelling the storm in her words though tears of stress and exhaustion stung at her eyes now. "Why didn't you tell me?"
 
Her father looked at her and sighed. "Sara, we will talk later. Right now your mother NEEDS you. Take her inside and just be there for her.
You are not in trouble, and neither is your guardian. Trust me. Answers will come, but not right now. Your mother is a bit in the dark on this and as close as you have always been, you are the one that can help keep her from a mental breakdown. I will be in shortly. Now run along. "

Turning to Acheron he just gave him a stern look as he waited. Acheron nodded and backed her father. "Go inside, Sara. I am safe. I am still here for you.
I have sworn by the magicks that created me. There is no threat to you. I feel that there is much your father can tell us both."
 
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With great reluctance and a feeling of being sent away like a child, Sara helped her shaking mother into the comfort of her home. She only paused momentarily at the door to look back at her father and guardian. All this time... he knew. Did he know about Acheron since yesterday? Wait...

A wave of exhaustion hit the journalist as she continued to guide her mother to the kitchen and onto one of the stools there. All of this has only happened in the last two days... two days. First, her grandfather's statue comes to life, then she gets basically kidnapped by the cult her grandfather used to be in. What the hell next?

Sara shook her head and poured a glass of water for her mother who still remained silent and shaking at the counter. Who could blame her? Sara had bolted the moment Acheron came to life. She could only imagine how her mother must have felt to see her baby girl come down out of the sky in the winged creature's arms. Neither of them spoke, just... sat waiting. Waiting to either wake-up or for the explanation they both wanted.
 
Matthew Grayson stood and looked at Acheron.
"A living grotesque. Yes, I do know the proper terms just as well as I know the common terms.
Father tried to teach me his ways, but I did not have his spark of talent.
I write, not sculpt. You though. I assume you are guaranteed to see that my daughter is safe from danger.
If anything were to happen...Let's just say your fragments would not be recognizable."

Acheron listened intently to Sara's father. As current patriarch of the Grayson clan, he was authority.
"Patriarch, it is as you say. I am sworn to her protection. We have just fled from your father's former associates.
The Order is ancient evil. But they have turned on their leader. It seems there is something of a revolution in their ranks.
I feel...Drawn to her. Her safety is paramount to my own existence. I swear by the spark that gives me life to protect her."
 
"How...?" The question died on Grace's tongue after a seemingly eternity of silence that covered the two women.

Sara gave a half-hearted shrug, "Honestly, mom... I don't know. I was just in Gramp's...well I guess it's mine now... I was just going through the rooms. There was this one that I couldn't get into at first. Nearly broke my shoulder trying to get it open. Turns out to have been Gramp's studio. Acheron was there, but he wasn't... Alive yet."

"So...this thing-"

"He's not a thing, mom... I'm not fully sure of what he is, but he's not a thing." the words came out a bit sharper than she meant to. After all, that happened tonight... The way that that man wanted to use Acheron- heck even her- like a tool... The sound of calling her guardian a thing just... rubbed her the wrong way.

"I-I see... So... He isn't real?" Grace slowly tried to piece things together.

"No, he's really, alright. Just... Obviously not human. He...awoke when I touched him. Heh, had me running for the hills while he was going on and on about protecting and guarding and bloodlines... But... I don't know... There was something about him... Despite how I should have reacted stronger...I sort of just...started trusting him. I don't know...and he..."

The red-haired journalist cut herself off. Her mother had her world flipped on her already. Now probably wasn't the best time to go into the whole "a cult nearly enslaved me to make an army of other stone creatures to take over the world and all I got was this dress" sort of thing. Better save that for some other day when her mother wasn't flinching at every shadow.
 
As the two dominant males in Sara's life came to a stern agreement and entered the house, Acheron dropped to a knee in front of her mother.
"Lady Grayson, my name is Acheron. I was created by Master Gregory Grayson. He had what is sometimes referred to as 'the spark' .
I am a sworn and bound defender of this family and bloodline. Mistress Sara possesses her grandfather's spark as well.
It was her touch that awakened me. I am humbly at your service."
 
Grace pressed a nervous hand to her heart, her face turning red at such a display. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times while Sara gave a small, tired chuckle. "I...I see. Well... Th-thank you."

"Archeron, sweet as that was, there is no need for that. You'll send my mom into another whirl, " the younger of the red-haired women smiled kindly, walking over and gesturing for him to stand before crossing her arms, "Now. I believe some explanations are in order."

"Matt... This... Spark. Your father had it, too?" the woman asked, returning her hands to their clasped position on her lap. "I knew he was...a bit eccentric...but I never would have guessed..."

"Im finding that's a common phrase nowadays.This family has quite a bit of secrets between us." Sara sighed, finding herself leaning back against her stone guardian, "...I just... Why didn't you tell us?"
 
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Matthew Grayson just stood there looking at his wife and daughter.
"Grace dear, father apparently had it to a very great degree. And it seems Sara has inherited it.
The most I have ever been able to manage was halfway decent rough sketches; at best a C in Art class.
If Sara's touch and presence has brought one of father's projects back to life, then it is obvious she has it quite strongly too."

Acheron stood quietly, as his lady commanded, and listened to his charges discussing that which was his all.
It seemed the current patriarch and his mate were accepting the facts calmly.
It would not be good if any panicked. This would surely upset Sara,
and her acceptance was paramount for reasons he had not yet comprehended.
 
Grace wrung her hands nervously, "It's... rather difficult to comprehend all of this... I feel quite like Alice must have in Wonderland..."

"If it makes you feel better, I still feel that way. I mean... this is all rather... fantastical." Sara admitted, but still gave her father a serious look. She... was admittedly upset to know her father knew about all of this her whole life. If he had told her... well she honestly didn't know how that would have changed things. Maybe she would have avoided the whole cult thing? "Why didn't you tell me though? Why didn't Gramps tell me? It's not like it would change who I am. I would still have this... power."
 
"I did know about it. I didn't say anything because I had no way of knowing whether you had inherited more than just extraordinary artistic talent. I take it that Acheron was your first clue about your grandfather? He is extremely protective of you, more than just watching over the family. He and I have talked and I trust him with your life, starface. Had I known more about father's past, I would have taken steps. There are those out there that would twist initially good intentions to their own gains."
 
"You mean there are those that are out to..." Grace trembled once more, her eyes widening at the thought of her baby girl in danger.

"Mom, it's okay," Sara assured her mother, though she knew that can of worms now had been cracked. "Acheron has my back. There's nothing to worry about." Perhaps this was a tad bit of a lie, but as long as she didn't mention anything about the... adventures of that night, then there wouldn't be any harm. "Besides, when have you known me to get into trouble?"

"All the time." Grace grimaced, "You might have inherited Gregory's... gift, but you have my luck and stubbornness. You're a journalist. Art or no, you have always enjoyed being nosy."

"Ouch." Sara chuckled, "Don't worry. I promise everything will be fine."
 
"Mrs Grayson, there are always those out there willing to turn things to their personal advantage.
It is the way of humans. The details change, but the fact that not all are good remains.
I am created as a protector for this family. It is my personal purpose to guarantee
the safety and well being of all in the Grayson line." Acheron rumbled in his deep gravelly voice.

"Dear, Sara is safer at this point in time than anyone else we could know. Acheron guards her like a mother hen.
I do not understand what has happened, but I do know he will not allow her to come to harm or danger."
he said as he placed an arm around his nervous wife.
 
This seemed to calm the older red-haired woman as she leaned into her husband's hold. "I...suppose... but what brought you here in the first place? And... flying in at that."

"Oh...um...We just came to check on you guys. Make sure everything is alright." Sara half explained, "We really are sorry to have...made such an entrance."

"Well...you and your father always had a dramatic tendency to you." the smile that peaked out from the corners of her mother's mouth relaxed the journalist, leaning back more relaxed against her guardian. "I... suppose I should offer some dinner for you both. If...he... eats that is.."

"Acheron is fine, mom, no worries." Sara grinned, "But if dad can fix some of his coffee, I'd take that."
 
Matthew Grayson adjusted his coat and Hmmphe'ed.
"Coffee sounds about right for this moment.
Sara, I have that Southern Pecan Roast you said you liked. Large mug?
Honey, would you like a cup of your regular?" he asked as he busied himself with the preparations.
 
"Oh, that... does sound lovely." Grace smile before turning back to Sara, "Dear... While that dress looks lovely on you, I'm sure you want to change. There's still some of your clothes up in your old room. Boxed them up."

"Perfect, " the journalist breathed out in relief. She felt rather uncomfortable in the formal dress, though thankfully kicked off the silver heels after coming in. She turned to Acheron with a soft expression and motioned with her head towards her parents, "I'll be back in a few. Don't let my dad threaten you, alright? His bark is worse than his bite. If he does, I'll take care of him." she gave a playful wink and hurried to her childhood room, eager to change into something much more comfortable.
 
Matthew called Acheron to join him.
"Acheron, I can see that there is something developing between the two of you.
I do not fully understand this situation, but I trust you to do what is right.
I know you will always protect her, but I need to ask that you also protect her from herself.
Sara is and always as been an emotional person. Keep her in check.
Her mother and I love and adore her. She is our number one treasure."
 
Sara sighed tiredly as she slipped into a comfy black t-shirt and shorts that were folded neatly in a box in her old closet. Her mom was a hoarder to death when it came to clothes. Fortunately, this worked out so that the redhead could be free from the elegant dress. Sure, it looks gorgeous, but after everything that happened, old comfort clothes felt like a dream.

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This also gave her time just to sit on the edge of the spare bed for a few minutes just to process everything. What the heck kind of rabbit hole had she fallen into? First a stone guardian, then a cult. She almost feared what came next. Heck, even finding out that her father knew all along about these things just... She still couldn't process it.

"Well...Gramps always talked about loving adventures..." Sara chuckled before standing and padding barefoot back down to the kitchen. She saw her father and Acheron speak and she rolled her eyes, "Dad. I said no giving him a hard time."
 
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