Within Temptation (6/? Unbeta'd)

[theinsaneeraser]

Title: Within Temptation (Cahpter five)
Author: theinsaneeraser 
Rating: G
Word Count: 2200(ish)
Summary:  He nodded. “I’ve been doing some research, trying to figure out pinpoints of the fallen, where they hide out, where they have the most influence, that sort of thing.”
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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The windows to the past, present and future. They can guide us, if we only choose to see the warnings before the storm.

-Sasha Lecuyer

 

I was standing in a field.

It was a field of flowers, purples, reds, yellows and blue’s. There were some tree’s too, and hills. It was beautiful. There was a soft breeze and I was pretty sure it was midnight.

The field was also on fire, bathed in the flickering flames of oranges, yellows and reds, casting a soft glow on my skin, and the skin of someone before me. His normally soft and silky shoulder length brown hair was sticking to his face with sweat, and the ends were matted with blood from something oozing from his back. His normally bright cheerful brown eyes were broken and lost. He wore no shirt, just his regular faded blue jeans. I stared down at him with disgust, running my fingers over something sticky and soft.

“A-” he croaked and coughed, tears falling down the rner of his eyes. “Ambriel...”

I backhanded him, glaring down at the pathetic excuse for a mate, with hatred. He made a soft whimpering sound but stayed kneeling, his head bowed giving me view of his wings.

Or what was left of them.

There normally baby blue tinted feathers, was now soaked through with blood. Some of the wing was torn. His primaries on his left wing, all the way up to his alula were torn, leaving a chunk missing, with only a few twigs left of the skeleton, and a few feathers. Some of his greater covets were also torn from the skeleton, and the marginal covet was broken in three places. His right wing was much worse, almost all the feathers from his primaries, greater primary coverts, secondaries and lesser covets.

The wings of an angel were super sensitive, and this must have been causing him a lot of pain; I didn’t care. I stared down at him with a smirk and lifted his face, making him stare me in the eyes.

“You’re weak Barachiel, I have no use for a weak mate.”

Barachiel trembled beneath my hands and i felt the rush of power it gave me; it was intoxicating.

“He...Ambriel he twisted you, this isn’t you. Please.”

“He has done nothing but shown me the truth, shown me my true power.”

“N-No...”

“Yes.”

“I...I l-lov-ove you Ambriel.”

“I don’t love you.”

“Ambriel...”

I watched the fire grow higher, felt the burn as it grew hotter.

“Ambriel!”

I closed my eyes, knowing I’d be protected.

“AMBRIEL!”

 

I sat up fast, screaming. I was terrified, shaking and trembling as two sets of arms wrapped around me, trying to pull me into them, calm me down. I felt four hands running up and down my sides, my back, through my hair, two sets of voices whispering calming words as I thrashed and tried to pull away.

“Ambriel, shh, Ambriel calm down.”

I didn’t listen to the voices, just continued to fight, tears rolling down my cheeks. The arms tightened around me, and I found it next to impossible to move, let alone escape. I broke down in to sobs, my body still shaking as the dream assaulted my emotions and my heart, tarring me down piece by piece. I continued to fight against him, even if I wasn’t getting very far, until warmth and softness wrapped around me, encasing me in love and reassurance. I opened my eyes to see soft, baby blue wings.

“Ambriel, what have you been dreaming about?” Barachiel whispered into my ear.

“Bara...” I breathed and looked in front of me to see Muriel, who must have also been encased in his wings, staring at me with worried eyes.

“Are you alright Ambry?” Muriel asked.

I shook my head and shivered.

“I dreamed about fire, lots of fire, and the world burning. Then this dream, the one I just had. Bara, you were kneeling in front of me. I, I think I tore you’re wings apart, I said horrible things, and the field was burning and I told you I didn’t love you.” I turned around and buried my face in his chest, clinging to his shirt as I cried, horrified by what I had seen.

“Ambry, it was a dream, just a dream.” Barachiel whispered in my ear, rocking me gently.

“No, no it wasn’t. I...No.” I shook my head. “It was so real.”

Muriel moved so he was kneeling and placed his hands on either side of my face, drawing me close. So close I could feel his breath on my lips as he spoke, it was comforting, a reassurance that he was here, and alright; that Bara was too.

“Ambriel, we are here, we are safe; you didn’t hurt us. Barachiel’s wings are fine, see, look. There’s no fire, just us.”

I stared up and him, before burying my face in his chest, not crying, just clinging, reassuring myself he was indeed still here, which he was. Barachiel’s arms around me help that even further. It had been a dream, albeit vivid, just a dream. I didn’t want to have dreams like this though. I’d heard the humans talk about their dreams, of peace, mine must have been nightmares. I would have to ask Susan what I should do about them, and if there even was anything to do about them; they were going to stop, they had too.

Once I had calmed down enough not to freak out, Bara’s wings slipped back into his back, disappearing from my sight. I tried not to worry, they were safe and sound, but flashes from my dream left horrid pictures seared into my retinas. I took a few shuddering breaths, then a few more, more calmed and relaxed against my mates, welcoming their comfort and warmth. I closed my eyes, but didn’t welcome sleep, instead I tried to force the images into the back of my head, to the place were I could properly handle them.

“Ambriel, I am sending everyone out in pairs tonight, some of them are taking double shifts, and some are getting off for two shifts.” Barachiel sighed.

“Why?” I asked worriedly, turning to face Barachiel, gladly grabbing at anything to take my mind off of my dream.

“With Zerachiel fallen, it is no longer safe for us to go out alone.”

“Oh.” I nodded, understanding the reasoning. “Who am I paired up with?”

“Zephon.”

I choked on air and turned to stare at my mate with a look of horror.

“What?”

 

I tugged my coat off, unusually warm.

I wasn’t on my usual walk, not even in the same country I usually presided over Canada, keeping a safe watch over the provinces, a new one every night. Now Zephon had me in the United States, down somewhere around Chicago. It was warm here, and I found myself not needing my jacket. We were also downtown and in the heat of night life. There were many skimpily clad humans rushing around, laughing and screaming. Add in the flashing lights and loud sounds, it was all a bit overwhelming.

I watched Zephon navigate the busy streets with ease, and fought not to loose sight of him. He looked back every once in a while, making sure I didn’t get lost. I sighed and took shoulder after shoulder to my own, and my arms. I didn’t like this place, or being around so many humans.

“Where are we going?” I demanded once I’d reached hearing distance of Zephon.

“The height of nightlife, and a place where I’m sure we’ll find something.”

“Find something?”

He nodded. “I’ve been doing some research, trying to figure out pinpoints of the fallen, where they hide out, where they have the most influence, that sort of thing.”

“That’s kind of impressive.” I admitted, moving closer to him, as he seemed to know what he was doing.

“Yeah well, I may take on the form of a nineteen year old, doesn’t mean I’m not that smart, cunning angel I used to be.” he cracked a huge grin, and I repressed the urge to tell him he was spending to much time around the humans.

“So, where are we going?” I asked again, as we turned down an ally and stood in front of a run down looking building. There were bars on the windows, and strobbing lights shone through them. I furrowed my brows as I stared at the tall, big, burly men guarding the door.

“Here.”

“This is a strip club.” I commented.

He nodded with a wider grin. “The fallen kind of own this place, and it’s there favourite place to come.”

Without waiting for me to respond, he walked in, past the guards and left me standing there. I stared at his back before rushing to follow him, after receiving glances from the bodyguards, none that were pleasant.

The thump, thump, thump of loud music assaulted my ears, and the strobbing colored lights almost blinded me. I brought an arm up to cover my eyes when a hand grabbed me and yanked me over. I almost slammed my knee into Zephon’s gut, but I noticed it was him just in time. I glared at him, but allowed myself to be lead through the crowed of men, and over to the stage, where girls in barely anything, were dancing provocatively for the men in the crowed. I felt my gut twist, and I instantly felt uncomfortable.

Zephon didn’t seem to mind, which worried me a bit, but it seemed he came here often; he received a lot of waves from some of the men.

He chose a spot close to the stage, but out of people’s line of sight. I didn’t really want top be here, and I tried to avoid looking at the stage, instead i looked around the room, keeping my eyes open for any fallen, or any angels. Zephon looked to be doing the same, but his eyes traveled back to the strippers every once in a while. I felt like hitting him, a bit flustered and upset of being brought to a place like this, when I found it very offending. I didn’t do it, instead I just sat there, feeling miserable and cursing Zephon’s name; a lot.

“You alright Ambriel?” Zephon asked, as if he truly cared.

“No, I’m not. I don’t like being here.”

“I know, I’m sorry Ambry, but this is a hot spot, plus I’ve swore I saw some of our brothers and sisters show up here, I’m guessing they were either fallen or human.”

I sighed and sunk down in my chair, not liking the idea of being seen in this place. Zephon cracked a chuckle and turned his attention to the stage, jerking his chin as if telling me to watch. I shook my head and crossed my arms, my eyes wandering left of the stage, to where some girls were waiting in line for their chance to go on and impress the crowd. I looked from a girl, who looked no more then eighteen, to a girl who looked twenty three. They were both dressed in flashy silver and high heels that looks ridiculous.

Then I saw her.

She had short blond hair, cropped to just under her ears and spiked at the ends. She was tall, probably five feet seven inches, with baby blue eyes. She was the picture perfect human, with lots of curves and slim waist. She wore a pink shirt, that came down to her belly button and showed off a lot of cleavage, and a pair of short jean shorts that barely even covered her ass. A pair of silver pumps completely the look, with a bunch of dangly bracelets. I recognized her instantly and I shot up, my eyes going wide.

Zephon turned to stare at me with worry, till his eyes to fell on the girl I was staring at. He choked and covered his mouth, moving through the crowed. I fell in step behind him, a bit of anger flaring in my chest.

Seraphiel, we were looking at Seraphiel.

Seraphiel was one of the eight judge angels, and as chief of the seraphim, she was committed to their care and teaches them songs to sing for the glorification of God. Now she was ready to get on stage and dance around, showing of her body like some cheep hooker, which, father forbid, she was.

“Seraphiel!” Zephon called out and I cursed, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back, sending a glare at him.

“Announce her presence, and ours, to the whole club, maybe the fallen don’t know who she is! They certainly didn’t know we were here!”

“Right, just...Seraphiel? Really?”

I nodded in understanding and we stayed quiet the rest of the way. When we got close she turned to look at us, and tilted her head.

“Do I know you, you look familiar.” she asked in a very feminine sounding voice.

“I don’t feel her grace, she must be human.”

I cursed and she stared at us like we were crazy.

“Um...”

I turned to look at her. “You don’t remember me, but I'm a close friend of yours.”

“Any problems here Sera doll?” a threatening voice called from behind us.

I turned around to see a man. He was older, probably in his thirties or forties. He had a plump stomach, possibly a beer belly, but it didn’t hide his muscled arms. He wore a prime cut black quite and a blue and white striped dress shirt. He had short brown hair, and beady brown, almost black, eyes. He held himself tall, like he was worth something and he knew it. He stared at Seraphiel, then to us, his eyes narrowing. I took a step back, dragging Zephon with me. We had just stepped out of our pay grade.

“Ambriel, Zephon.” he clasped his hands together. “Well, well, well, what a nice surprise.”

Way out of our pay grade.

Chapter Six