theinsaneeraser

Title: Within Temptation (Cahpter three)
Author: theinsaneeraser
Rating: G
Word Count: 2200(ish)
Summary: It was an Irish song, or at least she had a very thick Irish accent, and that only seemed to add to the beauty of the voice. I started to wander in the direction it was coming from, hoping to catch a glance at the singer.
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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When darkness clouds our judgement, they shall guide us back to the light.

-Sasha Lecuyer

I had decided to walk the streets this time, instead of hiding up on a roof in one of the many small towns. It was nice, just walking the night, seeing the humans actually doing something other then sleeping. They really were fascinating, watching what made them laugh, cry, scream or smile. The way the smallest of kindness went so far here on earth.

I had traded my simple jean coat for a fur, fake of course, lined leather jacket, that kept me snug and warm. It really helped improve my mood itself, I hadn’t realised how the weather could also effect the mood of a human, or myself. Like when humans cried when it rained, or laughed and ran around when it was sunny. How in the day they were alive, and at night they shut down; most humans anyways.

I passed by a human, clothed in layers of old, dirty clothes, his face unshaven and wrinkled. He was shivering, and a shaggy dog sat by him, head in his lap as he ruffled it’s fur, sharing what must have been his only meal. I handed him a twenty dollar bill, and walked away before he could thank me. I was sort of startled that I had given it away, but money had no meaning to me, not like it did to the humans; I had plenty to share.

This was my first time, walking with them, since being kicked out. I didn’t want to see them, see how happy, how sad, how good, how bad they had it. I didn’t want to accept that these, these humans were loved more by God then we were. I never understood it, why he loved them so much; they were defective. Now, walking with them, watching them from their point of view, I saw why.

We were made to love our father; they chose to.

Even the ones who didn’t, they still had love, maybe not for God, or us, but for each other. Family, friends, lovers, neighbours. Humans have been defective, but that's what made them so them. They could choose to love or hate and most of them chose love. Sure, there were ones who chose hate, but even some angels chose hate over love, and walked down the darken path.

We weren't much different from them.

“No, stop it!”

I blinked and stopped, squinting my eyes in the dark, sign of a struggle.

“Just give me you’re wallet!”

I frowned and started to walk, shoving my hands into my pockets as I approached the scene. There was a man, dressed in a thin coat and a scarf that covered most of his face. He held one of those exactor knives and he was pinning a girl to the wall. She had shirt brown hair and blue eyes. She wore a burly coat, and was clutching her purse, which the man was trying to rip from her grasp.

“Excuse me sir, but may I enquire to as why you are trying to steal that ladies purse? I do not believe it belongs to you.” I smiled warmly.

“Get lost lady, this doesn’t concern you.” he snapped.

I sighed and took my hands out of my pockets. “Sorry to disappoint you, but this does. Please remove your hands from her and go along on you’re merry way.” I ordered.

He chuckled and shoved the girl roughly, before stepping away.

“Who do you think you are girly? Buffy?”

I tilted my head and furrowed my brows. I did not know who this Buffy was, but if she helped out people in distress then she was okay in my books. I smiled at him, and then frowned once more as he started to stalk towards me, knife outstretched as he swung his arm, slashing it out towards my belly.

I dodged it, jumping back, while grabbing his wrist, twisting it to the left and bending it up. He cried out and dropped the knife, falling to his knees and whimpering softly. I looked down at him, kicking the knife away from his reach and sighed. He really had shitty formed, and I spent most of my time before training with Muriel, who was a real swordsman.

“You really should consider getting a new job, this one doesn’t seem to reap the benefits like the others would.” I released his arm. “Next time I will call the police.”

I then walked around him, shoving my hands back into my pockets, leaving him there. I hadn’t broken his wrist, though I figured he’d be in some pain for a while. I found the girl stumbling along the ally. I placed a hand on her shoulder and she screamed, turning around, and visibly relaxing when she saw who it was.

“T-Thank you.” she breathed and stared at me with teary eyes.

“Think nothing of it, but be careful from now on.”

She nodded and ran off, probably home to a husband or boyfriend.

I continued my walk around the town, finding nothing of real interests, and didn’t find any more disruptions, until I’d reached an area of town full of abandoned warehouses and houses. I decided this was going to be the best place to find trouble, which i knew I'd want to stop, so I detoured around some of the shadier parts until a sound reached my ears.

It was someone singing, a girl.

“Over in Killarney, many years ago, me Mither sang a song to me, in tones so sweet and low.” She sang in a low voice, but it was laced with something, something I couldn’t recognize; it was beautiful. “Just a simple little ditty, in her good old Irish way, and I'd give the world if she could sing, that song to me this day.”

It was an Irish song, or at least she had a very thick Irish accent, and that only seemed to add to the beauty of the voice. I started to wander in the direction it was coming from, hoping to catch a glance at the singer.

“Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li, too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!“ she continued, and I fought not to crack a grin at the weird sounds she was making. “Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li, too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby.”

As I rounded a corner the singing stopped. I turned to look up at the rooftops, and sidewalks, only it was deserted, no evidence of anyone ever being here but myself. I frowned and looked around once more, trying to convince myself I had not been hearing things, but there was no one here. I sighed and leaned against a broken light pole, staring up at the stars, trying to imagine what had become of heaven, now that it was empty.

“You’re not at your usual post.”

I spun around to see Bara, leaning against a fence, his own eyes cast towards the sky. I relaxed, unfisting my hands, which were nestled in my pockets. I smiled and nodded, returning my own eyes towards the sky.

“I thought I'd try and walk with them, see if my view of them changed.”

“Did it?”

“Actually, yes it did.”

There was silence and I looked at Barachiel once more; he was grinning. I stared at him and he laughed, actually laughed. It was a deep belly laugh, that shook his shoulders and filled the air with a loud joyous sound. It had been months since I'd ever heard him laugh like that; it was wonderful. I was even able to crack my own smile.

“Ambry, I've been waiting for you to see it. You may have agreed to help us out, but that was only because Muriel and I were.” He smiled and walked over, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me into the most intimate embrace I'd received from him in a while. “I was waiting for you to seer what we saw.”

I stared up at him.

“I still don’t love them, not like Father wanted us to, but I am starting to see why he did.”

Bara smiled and leaned down, kissing me gently. I returned the kiss, before we broke apart.

“I do not expect you to, not yet, but I’m proud of you Ambry, this is good. I think, this is what he wanted, was for us to walk among them, to realise why he loved them.”

“I still say it’s because we were spoiled little brats who didn’t get a long, and he’s testing us, seeing if we can band together in hard times to rise above it.”

He smiled.

“Maybe both.” He stretched a bit and yawned.

“You should consider sleeping too, because I think I’ve figured another thing out.”

“And what’s that?”

“We may not be human, but when we came to hear we formed human bodies, and even if we don’t need the things humans do, our bodies do. So not eating, not sleeping, it won’t work for us anymore. I think that’s why all of our graces are depleted, because we don’t have the energy to sustain it.”

“Just what type of talk did you and Metatron have?”

“An enlightening one, and don’t tell me you can’t see it. I see it in you, you’re...playful. Your laugh is kind of human like, I see the way you hold those cards, and I know of the games you play with Zephon and Haniel.” I smiled. “We even have more emotions then we did, and were spending more energy trying to not be human then we are actually helping them. Maybe we should embrace it, the human sides, maybe we can be both, maybe we can act human, and still be angels.”

He stared down at me, raising his other eyebrow, in a very human way. It looked good on him though, and the action s were sort of funny, and probably would be till I got used to seeing them on him, but maybe I was right. Maybe we could do both, I hoped so.

“When did you get so smart?’

“Are you saying I wasn’t before?”

“Of course not, but more so lately.”

“I guess I just have more time to think, and over think things.”

He nodded and held me close.

“Muriel’s been calling for you again, apparently you didn’t have a proper goodbye, and no one told him that you were alright. He was worried.”

“He needs to stop worrying about others and focus on getting better.”

“Muriel’s stubborn, you know that.” he smiled. “Let’s see if you can clam him down.”

“But my shifts not over for another two hours.”

“They can survive two hours without you. Pahal agreed to take an earlier shift.”

“She didn’t have to...”

“I asked her too, the three of us need to have a talk, we haven’t really all talked since we were removed from Haven by force.”

I nodded.

This was true, we hadn’t been as close since that day, and when Muriel got hurt we’d moved even farther apart. I could feel the tendrils of rejection clawing at my heart, even though we really hadn’t rejected each other. That was the funny thing about Mates, if we didn’t spend enough time together, or show each other enough love we’d know it, and the bond that was created when claiming our mates would slowly thin and die away, ripping our hearts out with it.

“I agree, because damn it Barachiel, I miss you, and Muriel, I miss us and what we used to be.”

“We miss you too Ambry, so, why don’t we go kiss and make up.”

“I’d like that.” I smiled and wrapped my own arms around his neck, drawing him close.

He smiled and nuzzled my cheek, and then we moved, and Muriel’s smiling worried face was staring up at me.

“Hey Mury, how you feeling today?”

“Better, now that you’re here.”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it.

It was so cheesy.

Chapter Four