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Gabriel goes missing…

The Archangel walked barefoot along the shore as the moonlight illuminated his vessel's strong handsome features. Now that Brooklyn was healed from Samael's taint, he could breathe a bit easier but still remained on alert as they were at war. He could feel his thoughts turn to the rash of vanishings. Angels and their allies were going missing. At first it was a few angels that had disappeared but then the trend had increased at an alarming rate. The turning point was three days ago when Raphael went missing in Dallas. He had tried everything to locate his missing kin but his searching had produced nothing. Uriel had also attempted to track down the missing seraphs but he was unable to find any of the vanished angels or other beings either. It was almost as if they dropped off the face of the Earth.

As he continued along the shore he realized that he wasn't alone. A powerful evil presence was close by as Gabriel spun to face his invisible foe. The sharp eyes of his vessel scanned the horizon searching for the one that stalked him. He could feel Chris, his vessel, tense up as he too could sense the entity. Thinking fast, Gabriel drew a pentagram in the sand standing in the protective circle.

Your talisman is weak against us…A cold menacing voice filled the air around the Archangel.

Gabriel couldn't tell where the voice originated from as the moonlight did a poor job providing any light for him to see with. As he continued to search, the faint sounds of chanting could be heard upon the ocean breeze. As the ancient language reached his ears, Gabriel was forced to his knees by some unseen force. He no longer had control over his vessel as the cold touch of steel wrapped around his throat. Gathering what little strength he had, Gabriel raised his hands to the metal collar grabbing at it only to have his fingers' flesh tear and bleed.

Stop him! His value drops if he's injured!

The voice commanded as the Archangel felt strong cold rough hands grab his arms pinning them behind his back as a pair of manacles were snapped on his wrists. As the metallic restraints settled against his skin, he could feel the potent dark magic they held. He couldn't leave his vessel nor unfurl his wings for whatever had him was very powerful and malevolent. As he remained on his knees, he felt a cold liquid poured across his still bleeding fingers. The liquid was thick and sticky as it bound to his wounded fingers healing them.

There, that will heal his wounds up nicely. We need him in pristine shape. Take him where the others are!

Gabriel felt a scratchy fabric touch his skin as a hood was placed over his head preventing him from seeing where he was being taken. As he was led away, Gabriel realized he would have his answer as to the fate of the others. As he was being taken away, Gabriel wondered what the voice meant saying his value would drop. Whatever it meant, it wasn't good.

The truck roared to life as Gabriel was placed on floor of the trailer as the door was pulled down leaving him alone in the darkness. He could feel his vessel begin to panic as the vehicle began to lurch forward and roll down the road. The Archangel did everything he could to calm Chris down as the truck picked up speed.

Where are they taking us!?

I don't know, Chris. What I do know is that they wanted to make sure that I wasn't going anywhere. These shackles hold very strong black magic. I cannot even unfurl my wings or reveal my true form.

Chris went silent as the only sound that could be heard was the truck as it rolled down the highway. Gabriel leaned back against the interior of the trailer closing his eyes. He remained like that for what seemed like hours until he felt the truck begin to decelerate as it started down a slow incline until it stopped and turned to the left and picked up speed once again. But this road was rougher as the truck bounced up and down as it hit several potholes which caused Gabriel to bounce around. He grabbed a hold of the wheel well balancing himself until the truck came to a complete stop for a few moments then began moving forward once again but at a much slower rate of speed. Finally the truck came to a complete stop and the engine went silent.

The driver and passenger exited the cab and headed around to the trailer door. The taller man unlocked and pushed the door up. As the door lifted up, Gabriel couldn't see that they had arrived at a moderate sized building somewhere in the mountains. As the men climbed up inside, Gabriel kicked the first man sending him against the opposite side of the trailer. But just as fast the other man raised a hand chanting softly in an ancient tongue that sounded familiar to the Archangel. As the man's voice and words touched his ears, Gabriel began to feel his body freeze as his arms went limp in his lap and legs refused to move on their own.

The other man stood and knelt in front of Gabriel roughly pulling him up as he spoke in harsh tones:

"If you behave, Archangel, we'll make sure you are well cared for. But if you fuck up the consequences will be dire for you. "

The men pulled Gabriel out of the trailer leading him towards a large heavy steel door. The smaller man punched in a numeric code then placed his palm on a scanner. As the blue light scanned his hand, a loud click indicated the door was unlocked. Gabriel was pushed inside as he was pulled down a dark large hallway with doors on both sides. The massive walkway seemed to go on for forever as they continued walking in silence until stopping at one of the solid steel doors. The smaller man unlatched then pulled the door open as the taller man led the Archangel inside.

As the hood was pulled off, Gabriel saw the room had one single bed with pillow and blanket, a small sink and toilet. The taller man roughly pushed Gabriel on the bed. The Archangel landed on his stomach, feeling the manacles push up into his ribcage. Gabriel rolled over staring up as the men glared down at him revealing empty black pools where their eyes should be.

Demons?! What the Hell is going on here!? I thought you could smite these clowns!? Chris said in a panicked tone. Gabriel narrowed his green eyes at the two demons as they turned and left leaving him alone again.

The two demons latched the door as the smaller one recited an ancient spell placing a powerful barrier upon the door. They had done that will all the "guests" that were here waiting to be sold. The Archangels would fetch small fortunes. But there were not just Archangels and angels being held. The demons had captured several Wiccans and had wrangled up a few hunters. But these hunters were the cream of the crop, the best of the best. Some would fetch higher prices than others but all would fetch a handsome amount nonetheless.

The smaller man grinned up at his taller companion then looking at the captive held behind the door.

"Gabriel will fetch a very high price as will Raphael. Ever since the boss started this little business, life has been pretty good wouldn't you say?"

The taller man nodded in agreement grinning maliciously at the Archangel who was now lying on the bed with his eyes closed. "Not only does the boss make a killing off selling them to the highest bidder, but it makes things easier for us, Darius."

Darius turned heading back towards the door they entered through. They had more angels to capture for the auctions. Darius had been selected to head up the hunting parties because of his intricate knowledge of the dark arts for in life he was one of Lucifer's most powerful warlocks. And now he was putting those talents to good use in capturing the magical entities that were kept below. Darius leaned back in his seat as his companion, Malus, started the truck back up and headed off to their next destination: Phoenix.

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Brooklyn tossed and turned in her sleep as the same vision repeated itself over and over in her mind. In her premonition she saw Gabriel being surrounded and captured by demons. He couldn't fight back as he was under a powerful spell robbing him of his will to fight or resist. She was standing there while the whole scene unfolded. She started running to him but felt him slipping away from her. That was when the things turned blurry and she couldn't see what was happening to him.

"Gabriel!!!" She would cry out as he was taken away from her. The last thing she would see was Gabriel reaching out for her stretching his hand out as far as he could. She struggled to reach him and when their fingers touched he would vanish.

She bolted up as she heard herself screaming out Gabriel's name. Castiel was jerked awake hearing her cries seeing her breathing hard with eyes and hair wild and disheveled.

"Gabriel. Something's happened to Gabriel, Cas" She said still breathing hard. Castiel moved around her to face her.

"Are you sure, Brook? Was it just not a nightmare or false premonition again?" He asked touching her face. She swallowed hard as she shook her head.

"I wish it was, Cas, but it was neither. The way he looked at me, pleading with me to help him. I felt his pain and fear. He was reaching into the inner most depths of my soul and I couldn't lift a finger to help him. We have to find him, Cas." Brooklyn was beside herself as Castiel leaned forward taking her hands within his seeing the sorrow across her face. Even though Gabriel was not around for long due to the ongoing war, to Brooklyn he was still family for it wasn't for him she wouldn't be here.

Castiel sat there as his thumbs caressed the top of her hands feeling her anxiety as if it was his own. That was the thing about being soulmates; they were able to feel the other's emotions and sensations as if they were their own. He knew Brooklyn wouldn't rest until she found her beloved Archangel and Castiel would be by her side every step of the way as he had a suspicion the search would be difficult. He looked at his angel as she was stricken with worry. He reached out stroking her face before he pressed his fingers upon her forehead sending her into deep slumber. Castiel gently lowered her back onto the bed looking down upon her with blue orbs that reflected the deep love he held for her.

"I'm sorry, Brook" he whispered as he kissed her lips and curled up next to her holding her flush with him. He knew she wanted to start right away but she needed her rest to focus on the daunting search ahead. But he also knew that his brothers would be looking for him as Gabriel was a well known and respected Archangel. Castiel prayed that Gabriel would be located and unharmed.

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Gabriel lay motionless on the worn mattress as he remained in a deep state of mediation. He was able to feel the presence of those who were here before him, angel and ally alike. As he remained in the state of semi-consciousness, he was being watched from out in the hall way. The olive skinned vampire was observing the Archangel as she did with all the new arrivals. She was impressed with Darius and Malus for they had obtained a second Archangel for the auctions. Ciara was given the responsibility of checking all arrivals and registering them for sale. She couldn't believe that this wasn't thought of sooner. So far they had been a huge success capturing and selling angels and their various allies to the highest bidder not caring what happened to them once they were sold and processed. As she turned back to Gabriel she grinned revealing needle sharp fangs that had slightly lowered from her mouth.

Colin was a fucking genius! Yet again he was an Elder Vampire and had centuries to conjure up various ways of revenge against the forces of Heaven. Not only that, Ciara was also his mate and partner in this auction house. Colin entrusted her with keeping track of all of the arrivals and managing their books and she had proven herself time and time again to him. She grinned to herself as she closed the slot and moved down to the next arrival.

The occupant of the next room was a Wiccan that was captured in Wisconsin according to the records. Sliding the slot, Ciara observed the woman that was shackled and on the floor in a state of prayer.

Pray all you want, witch, but these walls are prayer proof…Ciara thought as she watched the witch for a few more moments before closing the slot and moving on. She was always present for every auction and loved watching the buyers as they fought one another. She had a feeling the next auction would bring them in a small fortune especially since they have not one but two Archangels for sale. Ciara continued on with her business as she had many more to look at and get processed before Friday night. Running a hand through her layered jet black hair, Ciara stopped at the next door and started the process all over again. A process she never tired of doing despite the tediousness of it all.

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Brooklyn awoke the next morning to see her angel looking down into her half open grey eyes. She knew her angel had done this and she was upset with him for it. She wanted to find Gabriel and they had lost several hours start!

"Cas, why did you let me sleep?! We need to find Gabriel! Cas, what's wrong? Did you find something out about Gabriel?" The angel remained silent as Brooklyn saw his eyes darken with an emotion she could not name. Castiel took a deep breath as he gently took her hand.

"You are emotionally drained, Brook, and you needed the rest. While you slept, I spoke with the other angels and they too are aware of Gabriel's disappearance and are searching for him" he said with those bright blue patient eyes. She nodded solemnly as she got up throwing the covers back. She was still upset with Castiel but felt it begin to subside when he took her in his arms holding her tight.

"Don't worry, Brook, we'll find Gabriel." He said with certainty in his voice.