Within Temptation (3/? Unbeta'd)

[theinsaneeraser]

Title: Within Temptation (Cahpter two)
Author: theinsaneeraser 
Rating: G
Word Count: 2200(ish)
Summary:  “Ambriel, do not think your problems are no more important then our brothers and sisters. Locking away you’re fears and emotions will only cause yourself, and the ones around you more harm.”
Notes: Okay, so since watching Supernatural I've become obsessed with Angels, so I wrote this. It has NOTHING to do with any of Supernaturals Angels or Supernatural, this is soley MINE! I AM LOOKING FOR A BETA READER TO EDIT THIS FOR ME! IF YOU ARE INTRESTED, PLEASE MESSAGE ME!
 

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"Sparkling angel, I believe, you are my saviour, in my time of need. Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear, all the whispers, the warning's so clear."

"You took my heart, deceived me right from the start. You showed me dreams, I wished they'd turn to real. You broke the promise, and made me realise...It was all just a lie"

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With Wisdom comes the responsibility to know it, and the knowledge of when to use it.
-Sasha Lecuyer

 

I fidgeted with my fingers behind my back, a human trait I’d attached to nervousness. It was better then my lip biting, which tended to end with a crack lip or blood. I didn’t know what was going to come out of this talk, Meta had become very quiet and kept to himself after the fall, we all missed his wisdom and talks, they helped us through a lot of the troubles, but I also understood. He had been thinking, at least I thought he had been thinking and maybe now we were going to find out what he he’d been thinking.

By why me?

I didn’t ask this, you just didn’t ask the most powerful angel why he wanted to talk to you and not someone like Bara. You just followed with you’re head bowed and prayed that he wasn’t going to smite you out of existence. I liked to think of myself as a smart angel, so I kept my head to the floor and followed behind him like a guilty party off to their own hanging. I didn’t know what Metatron was going to talk to me about, but I wasn’t going to open my mouth and dig my own grave.

We walked into his room, which he didn’t share with anyone; his mate had died a while back.

“Ambriel, you may relax. You are not in trouble.”

If a person didn’t know Meta, and heard the gruff, rumble in his voice, they would have mistaken it for anger, but that was just Meta; it’s how he spoke.

“Um, thank you.” I did relax a bit, and took a seat to a chair he gestured to. I crossed my leg, like a proper lady; you did things like this in his presence, and folded my hands in my lap.

“Have you stared in the mirror lately sister?” he took a seat in front of hers. “You are not looking well.”

Truth was I hadn’t, and the fact Metatron was pointing this out, I must have looked like hell. He nodded, reading my thoughts. It was one of the things about being an angel that was uncomfortable, our thoughts were not our own, though you expected to be polite and stay out of them unless invited, but most angels didn’t listen to that rule, not that people like Meta needed too. I swallowed, realising he could have heard that as well and sank a bit in my chair.

Meta raised a large hand and waved it towards the bathroom. I stood up, bowing my head and walking over to it, turning on the light and for the first time in weeks I caught my own reflection. I looked worse then hell, I looked like shit, and I didn’t swear very often. I had huge black circles under my dead electric-blue eyes, and bags to go with them. My usually long silk straight black hair was now mused and tangled and dull.

I had lost weight, and my white blouse hung loosely off my skin and bones, my usually tight black jeans were now baggy and falling off my hips. I winced and hugged myself. I hadn’t realised I had let myself go to badly. I had wondered why Barachiel and Muriel hadn’t said anything; then again I would have probably bitten their heads off.

“Barachiel approached me with his concerns for you today, while you were on watch.”

I winced once again, but this time because I had worried them. Muriel needed the attention and worry, not me, and I was causing them both grief. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, but my fingers caught on the knots.

“Ambriel, do not think your problems are no more important then our brothers and sisters. Locking away you’re fears and emotions will only cause yourself, and the ones around you more harm.”

He was right, damn him he was right. It’s what we had all been missing, his wisdom, his words; we were so lost without them.

“I’m becoming human aren’t I?”

“We always were, we may have wings and grace, but we are all human, the humans were modeled after us after all.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, gripping the sink. He was right once again, in this world, on this earth we may have power, but we were the outcasts.

“Not necessarily outcasts, just lost.”

“I guess I should go take a shower and get some rest, maybe eat some food.” I turned to look at him and he nodded the faintest of smiles on his face.

“Becoming human isn’t such a bad thing Ambriel; try to keep that in mind.”

I nodded and headed out.

“And give Muriel my wishes.”

I turned towards him.

“Thank you.”

I then walked back down the hall, towards my room, knowing if I went back in with Muriel I’d just fall back into the same rut. I slipped into the shower, washing out my hair thoroughly, and with tons of conditioner. After slipping into some fresh clothes, a dark black t-shirt and a new pair of blue jeans, socks so my feet didn’t get cold finished it off. I quickly brushed my hair, wincing at each of the knots, but I did look better.

I rubbed at my eyes, glaring at the dark circled and bags, but decided food was first; I hadn’t realised in these six months just how hungry someone could get. I didn’t know when the hunger started, when my body started needing food to keep itself alive, but I did know I was going to eat all the food i could get my hands on; I was starving.

I opened the door to the cafeteria, a large well lit room painted in white and black, with a counter leading to the back where the food was made. There were nine long tables, set in sets of three, with chairs all around. I skipped them and walked up to the counter, where a tall, chubby looking girl with wiry grey hair and glasses, covering her brown eyes, stood.

“Ambriel, I didn’t expect to see you anytime soon.” she smiled and put a metal tray on top of the counter.

“I sort of got an intervention.” I smiled and looked at all the different foods there was to choose from.

Susan wasn’t an angel.

Susan was the human Muriel had injured himself saving. At first I hated her, blamed her for his problems, but I soon learned it wasn’t her fault. She had even joined up as a cook to help us out, as we knew nothing about cooking. It was nice to have her around, and she helped out the angels who were closer to becoming human; they adjusted easier this way.

“So, what do you suggest?” I asked, not really knowing what to choose.

“How about I give you a little of everything, and you decide what you like so next time you’ll know.”

I nodded and smiled a thank you, feeling a little uncomfortable about this whole ‘eating’ thing. It was new to me, and none of it looked really appetizing, but I was going to give it a shot, so that Basra and Mury didn’t have to worry about me anymore.

Susan filled tiny cups with different types of food, and labelled them for me, so I’d know what to order, and ushered me on my way over to a table. I stared down at the food for a few minuets, raking up the courage to try it, when I picked up my fork and tried something yellow, called ‘Mac and cheese’. It was creamy and smooth, going down easily and it actually wasn’t half bad.

So that's a yes to the Mac and Cheese

I then stuck my fork into something brown and crumbly called ‘meatloaf’. I didn’t like this one as much, and decided I wouldn’t eat it again. I tried a few more things; something called lasagna (very good) and something called rice (not so much). There was also a few deserts, ‘ice scream’ (It was one of the best things I'd ever tasted) and a ‘brownie’ (also delectable).

After I had tried the many different foods, I had gone up for seconds of the mac and cheese, and ice scream, which Susan warned me if I hate to much of I'd get fat. I didn’t really like the sound of that, so I made sure not to eat too much. After I had finished that, unable to eat anymore, I left, after a thank you, and headed back off to my room.

I didn’t meet anyone on my way back, and knew I wouldn't. Everyone was either out in their shifts, or sticking to their rooms. We may have had the freedom to, but we really didn’t do much, just sulked around until our shifts. I started to wonder if this was part of our problem, but decided to drop that subject. I didn’t think I had the morel myself to get them motivated enough to raise a little cheer.

I slipped into my room, one that mirrored Muriel's, and walked over to one of the beds, slipping into it and staring out the window. Once i had decided I was going to attempt to sleep, I slipped out of my clothes, and crawled into bed with just my undergarments on, curling up beneath the blankets. I lay my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.

I didn’t know exactly when the darkness turned to dreams.

 

I sat atop a mountain's edge, looking down at the destruction below.

People were screaming as the world erupted into fire, explosions rang through the air, and ash fell like snow from the blackened sky. I could feel arms wrapped around me, cold hard arms, and warm breath on my neck. I watched as the world burned, fell apart at the seams; I did nothing to stop it, in fact I enjoyed it, I enjoyed watching the pathetic humans squirm like insects.

That's all they were, things, play toys.

I learned back into the strong arms, as blood red wings spread out behind me, wrapping around my shoulders like a blanket. I let out a sigh and smiled, seeing a few angels, staring up at me with horror; I didn’t care. They were pathetic, if they would have allowed themselves to get killed they were no longer family of mine; they could die with the rest of the humans.

“Do you like it Ambriel? Do you, I did it all for you.”

I closed my eyes, taking in the sounds, taking in the madness, the chaos, laughing a bit as I heard the please and prayers from them; they didn’t deserve my help. They didn’t deserve my rescue, they could burn; all of them, I didn’t need them. I was strong, stronger then all of them.

“Yes.”

He chuckled.

“Ambry...”

That was a new voice, overlapping the voice of the one holding me. I furrowed my brows.

“AMBRIEL!”

 

I sat up in my bed, strong arms wrapping tightly around me, stopping me from bolting from the bed, and something was tangled around my feet, I struggled against both, sweat coating my skin in sheets. I was breathing fast, my heart beating rapidly as I continued to struggle against my captor, fighting off the urge to scram or cry; it had been so horrible.

“Hey...hey Ambry, calm down it’s me. It’s Bara.”

I stopped struggling instantly and moved my eyes, unfocused, towards the sound of the voice. I could barely make out the shape in the dark, but soon brown hair, shoulder length, started to materialize in the fading darkness. Next was a plump body, and brown eyes, staring worriedly back at me.

“Barachiel...” I breathed.

He nodded and released me a bit, so I could shift to a more comfortable position.

“Are you alright? Pahaliah came to get you for you’re shift, and she found you tossing and turning in you’re sleep. Ambry when did you start sleeping?”

I stared at him and bowed my head, feeling a little ashamed now, like it was a bad thing. I don’t think this was his intention, he was just worried about me; it stung all the same. I took a deep breath, trying to stop this foolishness and looked back up at him.

“This was the first night, I...I figured it would be okay to try, since I seemed to be needing it. I had a talk with Metatron.”

“So, you feeling better?”

I nodded and relaxed against him, trying to push away the remnants of the dream.

“I have a watch to do.” I didn’t move.

“I know, take it easy tonight, okay?”

I nodded and lifted my head from his chest and leaned over to kiss him. He hesitated a moment, before kissing back. I broke it first, looking him in the eyes, feeling feelings I hadn’t felt for a while, didn’t want to feel; it wasn’t the time or place, things were messed up. I wanted to feel them now, needed to feel them now, more then ever.

“I love you Bara, you and Mury.”

He smiled.

“I love you too.”

I left for my shift; feeling a little better then I had returning the night before.

Chapter Three

Comments

[half-vulcan.livejournal.com]

I am really liking this story. I cannot wait to see what happens.

[theinsaneeraser.livejournal.com]

thanks, I will add the next chapter today, possibly after my shower, just wrote and finished chapter for, so need to work on chapter five ^^