He had to admit, she surprised him. Breaking into the armory and loading up with weapons seemed to be a natural thing for her, and she handled them expertly. No questions were asked but by the look on her face, he knew there would be a time when she would hound him for answers. As for now though, he simply enjoyed her company. Leaving the city far behind, they began their long drive, and still she remained silent, the window rolled down, blowing her long dark red hair. Sighing he leaned back against the seat.

"My name is Michael." He broke the silence, remembering he had never given her his name. She turned to look at him at it was the first time he noticed how vivid and green her eyes were. She smiled slightly. But turning her face away from him again he didn't know how to take it. Each moment she surprised him more, totally unpredictable, something he was not use to. After a moment he accepted the silence. It wasn't like him to go grabbling on. Words were reserved for important reasons only.

They had been driving in the desert for who knows how long and she had leaned her chair back and kicked her feet up. She was a slender girl with defined features and a lean body. She was tall and strong, yet looked so delicate. Her eyes were stunning, her skin a soft tan. She had soft pink lips and red wine colored hair. After drifting to sleep for a few moments she stirred and stretched. Turning her eyes to him she smiled, watching his determined face as he drove, seemingly unaffected by the long hot drive.

"Alright, I'm going to ask. Where are we going?" She asked stretching her arms and sitting her chair up. He refrained from looking at her. Unsure he could handle talking about this plan he didn't think he would survive and looking at the girl he had become far too attached to.

"I'm not sure where we are going, but I'll know when we get there." He said softly. His words short and practically meaningless. She rolled her eyes and leaned into the middle of the seat to look at him more closely.

"So I guess what I should have asked is, what are we going to do when we get there?" She asked grinning slyly at him. He couldn't help letting a slight smile break out on his face. He was about to answer her, but he spotted a small gas station in the distance. His face became hard again. That was it. Swallowing hard he dared to look at his Seraph. She had tilted her head in confusion giving the illusion of a puppy cocking his head. A sick feeling fell in his stomach. He reached and grabbed her hand and held it tight turning his eyes from the road to look deeply into her.

"Please Seraph, I need you to trust me completely. I need you." He said, his eyes almost pleading. She thought he was going to continue, but he didn't. He needed her? She hardly knew him. What had she gotten herself into? Looking back to that strong determined face, she didn't care. She trusted this strange completely. Why? She didn't know.

"I trust you Michael, to Hell and back." She said grinning slightly. He let out a short, stress laugh. He had this all planned out so well, but then she forced herself into his plan and now uncertainty was taking over. He now had two women he needed to keep alive. Pulling up to the gas station a group of people were already out, one holding a shot gun. He turned to his passenger.

"Stay here until it's all clear." He said opening the door and leaving before she could say anything. She watched him strut from the car to approach the people, his long coat blowing out behind him. She had to admit, he looked a bit like a god. Or perhaps a fallen angel…

She watched a tense discussion going on outside until things seemed to calm down and he turned to look at her. Slowly she pulled herself from the car and walked up beside him. She felt unworthy to stand beside him. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing an old torn pair of jeans and a black tank top.

"This is Seraph." He said shortly and turned to get the guns. One man standing back a little looked at her for a moment and she was afraid he might recognize her. Instead he made an innocent comment that made Michael shiver slightly.

"Isn't seraph a word for angel?" He asked walking up to help Michael. She smiled, sighing relieved, why, Michael could not quite figure out.