Chapter 1

Arthur's P.O.V

At first, I was a little messy on my feet. I wasn't use to have to actually walk. I made my way to find a place I could stay for awhile. Just until I found work on Earth and got my life sorted but I planned to move around a fair bit. Not out of choice, I dislike to travel. I scrambled through my pockets to make sure I set myself some money. I did, thank god, my eyes ran over my appearance. This would okay right? I look normal? I stumbled out of the dark alleyway as if I had come from nowhere and walked down the pavement.

I didn't have reign over this place so it was very unfamiliar. There was lots of tall buildings, stories ontop of stories. Houses seemed normal. I saw many lights, the sort of "in-your-face-notice-me" lights. The thing I noticed first, had to be the amount of people. You could barely see a gap between the humans rushing around. Was Earth life this hectic too? As I walked, I found myself being pushed about in the crowds, shoving and knocking into me. How rude! How could they all be hurrying to one place at the same time? No matter the case, this was irrational!

I was glad to have moved out from the crowds and find a decent looking hotel. It didn't look too big from the outside but I took my chances. I wanted to be with a lot of people in this hotel, it would make me harder to find. Afterall, it's not like coming here to Earth meant I was completely safe. I still risked being caught if they came to middle ground. They were sure to come after me sooner or later and I already predicted my fate. I had never really thought about death until recently. I hadn't given much thought to how or when I would die. As an higher being, I saw it as something that'd be just peaceful. Maybe I would fall into a slumber that I would never wake from. That seemed the best the way to die in my opinion. Not like how I knew I was going to.

In some ways, I knew I should feel lucky. I could of been killed or worse yet, captured and tortured. I suppose that's the positive way of thinking because atleast whilst I'm here on Earth, I had a chance to come up with a plan, even if it comes to doing it alone. On the contrary, if I got caught here, survival would no longer be an option. A quick painless death would be an option no longer either, not even a quick death would be a choice. It would be slow, painful and degrading to my race, I don't want to have to suffer through their inhumane torture methods. Worse yet they might steal something precious to me. Angels were forever to stay innocent at heart and in body. That was one of the things most important to me. I shivered at the thought and refused to think about these sorts of things any longer than I had to.

When I got there, it was a lot bigger than I expected. It looked a lot bigger than I first thought; like an illusion of some sort. Though it was nice. Nothing too fancy but it was neat and well taken care of; just as I like it. I made way over.A little pricey for my taste but I suppose it'll have to do. There was quite a few people coming in and out so there was a queue. Whilst in the wait, a man across the room caught my eye. He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't quite recall while. Dirty blonde hair, ice blue eyes and glasses. I couldn't help myself watch as he pulled the cap matching his uniform down over his eyes and walk away to escort a customer to their room. This was bound to irritate me greatly for the rest of the day. Where did I know him from?

I finally got to the receptionist and I got myself a room with the money I had. That was that sorted, now I just needed to get a job. I was consumed by my thoughts so much so that I didn't even notice when another warmth was radiating beside me. My eyes locked onto the icy blue ones I had seen in the man earlier. His face was full of colour and was ever so bright; maybe due to the big toothy grin plastered on his face. When did he get there? Last time I checked he was departing to escort a young maiden to her room.

"To your room sir?" his voice chimed in a sing song sort of way by the end of the sentence. He had quite the thick American accent and it was very noticeable. Either he was foreign or I had ended up in the United States of America. Though, if I did it wouldn't at all surprise me very greatly. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't even come to consider where I was. I didn't know the street, the city not even the state(providing this was America) or country for that matter. As I turned to face the taller male I thought I heard bells ringing in my head. America. The man beared similarities to the fallen Angel that protected this place; again providing I was in the United States. I shook my head. There was no way that this man could be America's human equivilant.

As far as us angelic beings are concerned, we have 3 forms. We have an angel and most horriblely a demon equivilant. In some point in time there was also a form in which we were the same as a human. I was sure that mine was long gone but there was no way to be sure. I tried to shake the thought out of my head, afterall, America was a close ally of mine...

Seeing him getting beaten down was one of the most horrifying things I have ever witnessed.

I gave a sharp nod to the man and he started heading to a room and I found that was my cue to follow. Things were a little tense, the man tried to make convosation in which I gave no full reply. Just nods and shaking my head mostly. He stopped a room and pulled out an abundance of keys that had been jingling in his pocket, sorting through them all, he eventually found out that fit and opened the door. He took the key off it's keyring and handed it to me.

"Here's your room and your key!" he exclaimed, looking at me dead on. "Oh! I almost forgot" he snickered. "I'm Alfred F. Jones! I'll be your hotel attendant so if there's any thing you want me to take care of, just press that button near the phone and it'll alert me so I'll come on over, so what's your name?"

I was hesitant. So I would be around this guy more than I planned? This didn't look good for me in all honesty. I looked up and met his gaze. He stood looking at me sheepishly with a grin on his face and an arm behind his head; scratching almost nervously.

"Arthur. Arthur Kirkland," I announced. Best to just be polite right?

"Well! It was great meeting you Artie, you need anything you know what to do!" he boasted as he clamped a hand on my shoulder and pat it roughly before hurrying off back down the hall. I didn't get a chance to complain about the nickname or touching that made me flinch. It was probably a good thing that I didn't, I was never great at first impressions after all. I just wanted to seem normal here. I sighed and looked at the shiny silver key that lay in the palm of my hand. I used it to open the door to the hotel room.

As soon as the door was open, I couldn't help myself be surprised. For such a place, it was actually rather neat and cosy and for that reason I smiled and made my way inside. I shut the door behind me and got settled in.

This was going to be one long stay and a difficult one at that.