Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated with some of my stories. You see, I take notes on what whill happen in the next chapter and such and due to the flooding Wolf River in TN, I lost them. (Yes, my house got flooded.) So give me some extra time people. Just to let you all know I am so sorry about all of this, I planned on updateing quite a few stories. (Starts crying.)

Alright, before I drown you guys, here's the summary . . .

It's Anzu Mazaki's twenty-fifth birthday. But is she out celebrating? Oh no, she's in a stuffy old attic with the Three Stooges-a.k.a. her so-called spirit guides. There's a demon who wants her dead so he can get her power, the same demon that killed her mother two decades ago. No worries, say the stooges. All she has to do is summon an angel. What could go wrong?
Well, plenty when you summon the wrong angel. The next thing Anzu knows, she's got one very bad-ass, pissed-off, and sexy Archangel in training on her hands.
Atem, apprentice of the mighty warrior, Michael, is the leader of an elite team of demon killers, is shaking in his heavenly combat boots. Not because he finds all humans distasteful, but because he'd rather face the Devil himself than the woman his soul has just recognized as his mate. Binding himself to a mortal, one who will eventually die, is the one path he's sworn never to follow.
It's too late now; his fate is sealed. With one touch, Anzu becomes as necessary to him as the air he breathes. He will move heaven and earth to protect her-but against a demon as powerful as Bakura, heaven and earth may not be enough . . .

Warning: This story contains one bad-ass Archangel in training with a fiery, um, sword, a witch who blows things up, one nasty demon who is trying to kill them both, and ghosts who make interfering their mission.

Disclaimer!: I own NOTHING.


Anzu's Avenging Angel

Prologue

Bakura stared down at the sniveling, postulating human, a sneer lifting the corner of his lips. He'd been ripped from his dimension, brought to this godforsaken plain known as Earth and he wasn't happy about it. In fact, if it hadn't been for the protection spell the man had woven into the circle surrounding him, Bakura would have killed the weakling for his audacity.

"Why have you summoned me, human?" he demanded, taking a step forward to test the barrier. He was delighted to find a slight weakness in his invisible cage. He could work with that.

"I ask your help, My Lord," came the timid reply.

Folding his arms across his chest, Bakura watched as the man remained on his knees, head bowed to his chin, and found the action mildly mollifying. He might just hear the human out before he killed him.

"You called me forth to ask help?"

"Yes." Brown eyes met his briefly before dropping back to the floor. "There is a woman-"

"I am the Lord of Wrath, king of thieves and vengeance, not a damn matchmaker. Release me now, human," he growled, rethinking his earlier plan. He was going to enjoy taking this thing apart piece by tiny piece.

The man's head shot up, surprise lining his features. "I don't want her love, My Lord."

"No? Then what is it you seek?"

Eyes narrowing, a look of intense hatred bleeding into those brown orbs, the man growled, "I want the bitch dead."

"And if I do this for you? What are you willing to sacrifice?"

"Anything. Everything."

Bakura studied the pitiful being for a moment, and then a grin slowly spread across his face. Dead he could do. In fact, he would relish every moment of the act: skin tearing beneath his nails, blood oozing forth and the fragrant cries of pain tickling his ears. But he was getting ahead of himself. First there was payment. And then he had to decide if he would kill the human after reaping his soul or just maim him, leaving him alive to do Bakura's future bidding. Oh, so much pain, so little time.


With one tiny hand, she brushed the sweat-drenched hair from her eyes while she reached out with the other, fingers trembling slightly, to nudge the prone figure on the bed.

"Mommy," she whispered. Her gaze fell to the empty bottles littering the bedside table and she knew it was a waste of her time. Mommy always got like this after the bad man left. But she had to try. "Please, Mommy. You need to wake up." She grew louder as her urgency rose. "The bad man is coming back. We have to hide."

The soft voice in her ear told Anzu she was running out of time. Hands swirled around out of the mist in an attempt to herd her away from Mommy but she clutched Mommy's shirt tightly in her fists. Unexpectedly, pain exploded throughout the side of her head, filling her eyes with tears. Mommy had hit her.

"Go back to bed, you little shit," Tina Mazaki mumbled, rolling away from her. "Get out of here."

"But Mommy . . ."

The voices were frantic now, raising the level of terror coursing through Anzu's small frame. Then she sensed him, the bad man, the one Mommy said was her daddy. But she'd felt the evil rolling off him and knew Mommy had lied. Anzu's daddy was a prince, or an angel, or maybe even a princely angel. Just not the bad man.

She let the mist guide her into the hall closet and burrowed under a blanket that had been thrown carelessly on the floor. Surrounding her, the mist obscured the blanket and her presence beneath it only moments before the front door of their little apartment crashed open. She slapped her hand over her mouth to conceal a tiny cry, tears beginning to slowly leak down her cheeks. The voices murmured softly, trying to soothe her, but it wasn't until the heavy footsteps went unheeded past her hiding spot that Anzu's immediate panic receded. And then the screams began.

Clasping her hands tightly before her, Anzu began to pray to the angel. She didn't want to die and even though Mommy sometimes called her a baby, she wasn't. Anzu knew if the bad mad found her, he would kill her, and so she prayed until Mommy grew silent and the laughter began. The sound, one Anzu knew she would never forget, chilled her to the bone. Her prayers were forgotten as pure terror filled her soul, squashing all that was good, all the hope and love within her, leaving her dejected and heartsick.

It called to her, trying to draw her into its evil web, and the only thing holding her back from answering was the mist. They saved her that night, the spirits drawn to her light, not releasing her from their otherworldly grip until all was silently and the veil of evil had lifted. Only then was Anzu able to crawl out of the closet.

"Mommy?" she called as she slowly trudged down the hallway.

Coming to a stop outside Mommy's bedroom, the hands tried to hold her back, but she slipped right through their grasp. Their protection had weakened them and she had to see . . . had to know.

What filled her vision stunned her for one split second before high-pitched screams of horror ripped from her throat. And while she shrieked, tears streaming down her cheeks, trails of her mother's blood slowly trickled down the walls.


Task completed, Bakura was enraged to find himself back within the human's circle. He should be free! He'd lived up to his end of the deal. Now he should be able to collect the man's soul and he would be on his way, but he'd obviously been betrayed. He was going to enjoy killing the little pest.

Centering his focus on the circle of protection, Bakura concentrated all his energy on the weakened spot until the spell fractured, leaving him free to cross the black line. The shocked look on the human's face filled him with eager anticipation. He could only hope the man ran. Nothing was as satisfying as hunting a target down.

"You can't do that! You have reneged our deal. You promised the bitch would die!"

To Bakura's great annoyance, the human did not flee. No, the sniveling little bastard held his ground, bitching and whining in the short span it took Bakura to reach him. He wrapped a fist around the man's neck and lifted him from the floor, leaving him dangling in the air, clutching at Bakura's wrist.

"How dare you question my vow? Your drugs made it too easy. The woman was hardly any challenge at all. There was little left for your authorities to identify."

"She is not dead," the human croaked out. "The child still lives."

The warlock's words stopped Bakura cold and he dropped the human like a sack of potatoes. Child? There hadn't been a child. When he he'd given voice to these question, the man rose to his knees, his hands cradling his throat.

"The vision has no changed. Obviously the girl still lives."

Bakura cocked his head, considering the human's words. This time he would learn all of it. There would be no more mistakes. He would be no human's puppet. "What vision?"

"If the brat is allowed to live she will be the death of me."

A grin spread across Bakura's face. The fool. "She already is. You just don't realize it," he purred as a black sword materialized in his hand. Fear had barely registered on the human's face when, after a broad sweep of his arm, the man's head began rolling across the floor. Inhaling deeply, he sucked the escaping soul into him, to be forever more trapped in torment. Oh, life was good.

Stepping over the body at his feet, Bakura set out to complete his mission. He had a girl to kill. Then he would be free.


I hope I did good with this... So, give me a review, peeps! Should I just give up with this or continue?

Your choice!

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