Within Temptation (7/? Unbeta'd)

[theinsaneeraser]

Title: Within Temptation (Cahpter six)
Author: theinsaneeraser 
Rating: G
Word Count: 2200(ish)
Summary:  Oh stop you’re belly-aching Ambriel, you can do this. Just let go, let go of that solider part of you, let go of the order-following wanna-be. Just close your eyes and the first thing that comes to is what you will do.
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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Leaders of the lesser angels, they are held to a higher slandered. When they fall, the world shall weep blood.

-Sasha Lecuyer.

 

I stared up at the archangel before us, and took another step back.

I had almost, no I had forgotten about him. That wasn’t good, not by a long shot, what else had I forgotten? How could I forget Remiel, who fell with Lucifer. He had been responsible for Divine visions and guided the souls of the faithful into heaven. Now he tempts those same souls, not to heaven, but to hell. He went as far fallen as you could get, Lucifer was the only one who beat him on that. He had been beautiful and wonderful. No one knew the real reason he fell.

He was also an archangel, high up there with Michael, Gabriel and Uriel.

The fallen had two high levelled archangels on their side, and he was showing an interest in me and Zephon. This was bad.

“Ambriel, I’m a seeker, not a fighter.” Zephon hissed out in a whisper.

“Well you better learn fast, I can’t do this without you.” I snapped back, taking a few more steps back, till I could grab Seraphiel’s wrist.

“You can’t do this with me either. He’s too strong.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew he was right, we had no chance against Remiel, but we couldn’t just abandon Sera, she wasn’t just some human who’d fallen under the spell of a hypnotizing ex-angel, she was our sister. I wasn’t going to walk away, or run. I was going to get away, and Sera was coming with me.

“You really think you can get away Ambriel?” Remiel raised an eyebrow, staring at me with those all-knowing eyes. “With your grace depleted?”

I shrunk back, not really liking the idea of the fallen angel in my head, but he used to be an angel, a powerful one, he was likely to still hold some of those powers. That included the ability to read his ex-brothers and sisters thoughts. This made a surprise escape all but impossible, if we couldn’t even think of a sneaky way out. This dropped our chances of getting out of this alive below zero.

“Ambriel, if were going to do something, we have to do it now.” Zephon whispered harshly and my grip tightened on Sera’s wrist. She let out a startled gasp and tried to pull herself from my grasp. I held on tight and looked up at Remiel, stepping back till we were out of the line of sight of the people.

“She’s mine.” he stated, flatly.

“Like hell she is.” I growled slightly.

“She gave herself up willingly, gave up her grace of her own free will.” he expanded.

I glared up at him, not realising my hold on her wrist. We had to get out of here, I just didn’t know exactly how we were going to do this, without giving away our hiding place. I didn’t know why I let Zephon talk me into staying, or coming here in the first place, but now we were stuck here and needed to get the hell out.

“Ambriel, what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know...”

Ambriel, what’s wrong?

I blinked, I had forgotten Barachiel and Muriel would feel my fear through the mating bond and bit my lip.

Remiel is standing in front of me, and Seraphiel’s human.

What....Ambriel get out of there now, you’re going to have to meet up at a different safe house first. In case he follows.

Easy for you to say, he can read my thoughts Bara!

Then don’t think, just act.

That was easier said the done, I wasn’t the type to act without thinking things out, it just wasn’t my sort of thing.

Oh stop you’re belly-aching Ambriel, you can do this. Just let go, let go of that solider part of you, let go of the order-following wanna-be. Just close your eyes and the first thing that comes to is what you will do.

I took a deeper breath, cleared my mind of all thoughts, let them slip through my fingers, let anything that could give us away anything that could lead Remiel to the others, go. I dived deep into my intuition, and the first thing that cam to mind, I latched onto it and went into action with out letting myself think about it, just let my body move as it wanted to. I could feel the rush of old water as I slid out of the club, shifting towards a wooded clearing, Zephon not far behind me. Remiel not far behind.

I pushed Seraphiel, who was screaming a high-pitched feminine squeal, into Zephon. He caught her and blinked.

“Take her back, I’ll handle this, he’s not far behind. GO!”

Zephon disappeared just as Remiel appeared, ad I was gone again, appearing in and abandoned warehouse. I didn’t know why I was appearing in different places, I didn’t think it was to loose Remiel, more as to draw him away from Zephon long enough for our place to be kept safe. I didn’t have time to dwell because I was moving again, before he touched down in my past stop. I knew he was catching up with me, each stop he got loser to my heels; I could only run for so long...

I felt a hand tighten around my wrist and I was yanked out, mid flight and into something solid and cold. I cursed; knowing who exactly had caught me and wished I had thought this plan out more. That would have been counter productive though, so instead I fought against the grip, until solid ground touched my feet and the cold-water feeling disappeared.

“Ambriel, relax, it’s me.”

I blinked and turned my head around to see Barachiel staring down at me with worry. I relaxed and leaned my head on his shoulder, once I recognized the bed room and Muriel sitting up on the bed.

“He won’t be able to follow us, I caught you mid flight, and you had me worried.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his round my waist. I had to reassure myself he was him, and he had to reassure himself I was okay. Muriel would have joined to, but was still bed ridden, and could only make unhappy sounds, continuing until I sat down and gave him a hug too.

Once all the hugs and cuddles and other mate-ish things were done, I stood up and looked a Barachiel.

“Zephon brought Seraphiel back here, and I have to talk with her, see what we can do before Sariel sees her.”

“Zephon’s in the left wing, Sariel is going to be getting back from her shift soon.”

I nodded and turned on a dime, feeling more like an angel then I had in awhile. I knew it was only because my sister needed me, and a bit of the adrenaline from the confrontation with Remiel, truth was I hadn’t even let my wings out since the boot. I hadn’t really felt like an angel, hadn’t felt really much of anything.

I shook my head, stopping that train of thought before it dragged me down a path of self loathing and depression. I had more important things to worry about, like finding a way to get Seraphiel back to normal, restore her memories, before Sariel cam back. If I hadn’t done it by then, a huge can of worms was going to be opened, and it was going to be far from pleasant. So I moved from the right wing to the left, passing no one on the way; we were stretched to thin for any angel to really be staying behind.

Only Bara and Meta would be needed to protect the safe house.

I pushed open the doors to the small ballroom. It was white marble, with black curtains, tables and chairs littered around a huge circle, the dance floor, where chandlers hung. Seated on one of the tables was a distraught looking Seraphiel and a hassled looking Zephon. I could hear Sera screaming and yelling at Zeph in a high pitch voice; it was starting to give me a headache. I felt sort of sorry for leaving him alone with her. Then I remembered were he dragged me and I suddenly didn’t feel so sorry.

It might have been a sin.

“Ambriel, please make her stop. This is very unangelic of her.”

“So is your whining and extra curricular activities.” I rounded on him, then took a deep breath. “If Sariel gets back before I’m done, distract her for as long as possible.”

He nodded, looking a bit uneasy at my words, before stepping out of the room to do as I asked. I knew I should apologise, and I would, just not now. Right now I needed to worry about Sera. I needed to figure out just how far human she had gone, and what exactly that entailed. None of us had actually interacted with any of our brothers or sisters who had turned human. I didn’t know what happened to an angel, only that it cut hem off from heaven completely, and stopped us from tracking them.

She turned on me as soon as Zephon stepped out of the room.

“Who the hell are you? What the hell are you? Where the hell am I? How the he did I get here?” she screeched.

I resisted t urge to slap her, possibly sew her mouth shut.

“My name is Ambriel. I am an angel. You are at our safe house. You flew here, well not technically flew, but the same thing.”

“Are you crazy?!”

I sighed and sat down on one of the chairs in front of her a put my face in my hands, rubbing my temples.

“Seraphiel-”

“My name is Sarah. Not, Seraphiel.” she snapped.

The urge to do bodily harm to my sister rose, and I didn’t like this feeling. I figured t was anger, frustration and desperation. Some human emotions scared me, some of them strange and others were like drugs.

“I’m guessing this means you remember nothing the.” I spoke softly, as if speaking to a frightened child. I might as well have been.

“Remember what?”

“Heaven, your brothers an sisters, Sariel.”

I saw something flash in her eyes at the mention of Sariel, but she still looked at me as if I was some drug-induced-psychopath. In her yes, I might have been. I might have been nothing more then a stranger, and not the sister who was trying so desperately to save her from what she had turned herself into. I don’t know what they did to her, to make her allow Remiel do this to her, to do this to herself. I was bound and determined to find that out.

“You’re crazy. I wanna go home.” she pouted and crossed her arms.

I sighed and placed my hands on my knees and, digging my nails into the denim fabric of my jeans until I could control myself. I didn’t want to hurt my sister, I just wanted her back, wanted her to remember.

“Ser-Sarah...” I trailed off not really knowing what I could say to explain the situation. “Something happened to you, something bad. This bad thing caused you to forget things, important things; important people.” She stared at me. “I don’t know what that thing was, but I’m going to fix it.”

I stood up and walked toward her, placing a hand on her head, ignoring her flinch. I closed my eyes and try to dive into her grace to see what damage had been done, and recoiled, my hand going to my mouth. I finally realised what happened when angel turn human, why we couldn’t track them, why we couldn’t connect with them.

Her grace was comply gone, all of it.

“Zephon let me go.”

My head, as well as Seraphiel’s, whipped towards the door a Sariel pushed Zephon off and stormed into the room. Her eye’s met Seraphiels and her breath caught in her throat. I cursed and glared at Zephon who rubbed he back of his neck with sheepish look. I turned my attention back to Sariel and Seraphiel. Sariel seemed to know right away what I failed to know until it was too late. She let out a horrified sound, aced with her grace and anguish it made both me and Seraphiel take a step back.

“Seraphiel…” Sariel called, as if this would make everything better, make the truth go away.

“Do I know you!?” Seraphiel snapped, clearly frustrated with us all.

I slowly watched my sister fall apart, once again.

It was all I could take, so I acted without thinking.

Something I had already done once today.

Chapter Seven