So, this is a departure from my other stories. This is fueled by nights of watching episode after episode of Reapers on Netflix. Also, perhaps a little Constantine and Prophecy...so, I hope you like and probably won't be on the same update schedule as my other stories, fyi
I don't own Glee or Reaper
March
Almost 21 Years Ago
"I want you to know I have serious reservations about this plan of yours." The dark man whispered harshly, eyes darting up and down the alleyway.
"If I were you, I would have reservations as well; I mean who fully trusts a demon after all, cousin?" The woman replied eyes flashing an eerie yellow.
"Calling me cousin makes this little tryst seem all the more sordid, unless this were the South in which case, perhaps the norm…" The man rambled nervously, following the cloaked woman into a warehouse.
"But, this is what we are after all, a demon is nothing more then one of the fallen, cast out from paradise. Is this not true?" She spoke while drawing a large perfect circle in chalk and they both stepped inside its boundaries.
"I suppose…I did not come here for a history lesson, you wanted something from me, or do you not recall?"
"I just wish that my child receive a fair chance." The woman pleaded perching on a wooden crate in the middle of the floor.
"And you seem to believe that mixing our blood is the way to achieve this?" The man replied tall frame leaning against a rusting metal beam.
"If she is mine and another of the fallen she is assuredly going to be the manifestation of evil, he, will stake his claim on her soul almost immediately. If she is part human," She spat the word disgustingly, "I fear the same, and they are so easily corrupted, are they not? But you? You are one of the uncorrupted a perfect balance of what is perceived to be evil and good. She would have a fifty-fifty chance and this is all I desire, I will not have my sire damned due to my choices."
"You seemed rather convinced that this child, that is saying that I consent, that this child will be a female." The male straighten his lapels, mulling over her argument. On the one hand he felt for her, it was honorable of her to think of the child that she wanted, but on the other if he did what she asked then he would be consorting with a demon. Yet, by meeting her had he not already done so? By considering even mildly had he not already done something reprehensible? Or was it not the benevolent thing to do, to comply? Allow this child that this, cousin, of his wanted to have some semblance of saving her own soul, who did that really harm?
"If I agree to this then you will not raise this child. You may watch from the sidelines, but you may not interfere in her life…" He spoke in a measured tone.
"What is the point of being a mother without being a mother?" The woman crossed her arms and frowned.
"And being raised by a demon, constantly on Hell's radar? Are you trying to have him find and corrupt her? Those are my terms, either consent or I'm walking out now and I will not return." He stood up to his full 6'5" height and started to leave the circle.
"I consent…I consent." The woman begged feet touching the cement floor as she stood and strode over to the male. She touched his upper arm briefly.
"I agree to your terms, but should she ever seek me out when she reaches adulthood I will be allowed to meet her." She mumbled her glowing eyes pleading.
He peered at the woman closely and nodded. He could not deny a mother; to never see one's child was too great a cost to level for her request.
"But, not a day before adulthood, and she must seek you out not the other way, do you understand?" His voice boomed.
She nodded agreeing to his terms and pulled him back towards the middle of the circle. She may not love his terms, but she would do anything, ANYTHING for her child.
10 Months Later
Wings furled around a tall, lean body as he landed on the edge of the apartment building. Dark brown eyes watched closely as a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows and quickly crossed the street, staying in the light. He eyed the bassinet the figure carried and watched a tiny fist reach up. A tiny gurgling sound came from the child and he could stop the smile from gracing his face, he was not stone after all. The cloaked figure glanced around her and then stepped onto the grey stone stairs of the church. She could not enter; they both knew that, but then again, neither could he. He, more limited by the rules then his followers, could not even step foot on the steps. Regardless, the figure drew a chalk circle on the top step landing and placed the tiny bassinet inside.
He watched the figure remove the tiny bundle and cradle her. From the distance, with his excellent hearing he could hear her quietly comforting the whimpering child.
"Little one, there'll be none of that now. I made a hard deal to give you what you deserve, what we all deserve, a chance. I wasted mine and second chances are rare in the world, but you? You little one, I believe in nothing more than your capacity to be a light in this world. Be good. Can you do that for me?"
The baby gurgled in reply and both figures chuckled. The cloaked woman arched an eyebrow and looked at him. Even from this distance he was sure she saw him clearly.
"You can come down, it is only fitting that you meet your daughter." She spoke tickling the baby's feet.
He mulled it over for a second and then appeared beside her looking into the tanned little face surrounded by a pink blanket. She was the most beautiful baby, ever. Perhaps he was partial, but he certainly believed it to be true.
"She is so tiny…" He shifted as the demon laid the bundle in his arms. He felt awkward holding the baby, but she blew a spit bubble and he grinned when it popped.
"She is that, but is she not perfect?"
"Indeed, but we mustn't stay long, there are always eyes watching and dark things about." He replied solemnly.
He kissed the child lightly on her forehead and returned her to her mother. She rocked the baby gently and sat her back into the bassinet.
"I named her Rachel, it means…"
"…little lamb, one with purity," He smiled at the woman's whispered confession, "it is a fitting name. A lamb amongst wolves… It is time we take our leave…"
"Just a moment," She knelt at the bassinet and discreetly slipped a note into the blankets, "I am always watching out for you…" She looked up at the tall man next to her "…we both are, Rachel." She kissed the sleeping baby's cheek and then both figure disappeared leaving the child sleeping on the church steps.
So? Hope you like...