"HAPPY BIRTHDAY.!"

It was a Saturday. Yesterday had been a Friday. It didn't help maters that today was her birthday, and she would be celebrating it in Saturday detention at St. Victoria's.

"Now why couldn't you have just stayed put.?" Michelle's Mother Sara asked. She was a tall red headed women whit a dash of freckles across her face. She was the kindest mother anyone could ask for, even if she was only thirty.

"Yeah, now we have to celebrate without you."Michelle's other mother, Kara, chimed in. She was a thirty-three year old brunette. She stuck her tongue out at Michelle and laughed. Michelle was adopted by her two mothers, yes that's right, they where lesbians, at the age of three. They had got her from Seventh Bell Orphanage. Michelle merely smiled and slid out of her seat at the breakfast table.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be celebrating with Morgan." Michelle stated with a smug smile as she bounded out of the room and towards the front door. He mothers fallowed.

"Are you two dating yet.?" Kara asked happily. Michelle froze with her hand on the door knob.

"Mom, I'm not gay."

"Oh sweetie there is nothing wrong with liking the same sex." Sara said with a sigh.

"I'm just not gay." Michelle stated firmly before flinging the door open and dashing out of her house. That was not the first time they tried to hook her up with a girl, sad to say. Michelle just liked boys. Always had, always would. No questions asked. Even if her two mothers wanted her to be at least Bisexual.

"Michelle.! Happy Birthday." Morgan said rushing over from across the street. Michelle began to inform her on her parents crazy tactics this morning and Morgan simply laughed. She always thought Michelle's parents had been funny. They finally reached the school and headed to the Detention room. The school was quite small compared to the convent they had just visited, housing only 1500 students. "So I was thinking the New york order is only slightly smaller, but they could still probably use more help then the Chicago branch."

"You know small churches need just as much help." Michelle said slightly annoyed. She didn't get what the big deal was about the Magdalene orders.

"Small churches don't fight demons." Morgan stated Mater of factly.

"Dude that was in the early 1900's, the late 1800's even. Do you see any demons around today.?"

"No but-"

"Exactly its just a scam to get you to join." Michelle folded her arms and laid her head on the desk.

"Head up Missy." The nun snapped impatiently. Michelle pulled her head up but not with out a few cuss words along the way.

"Please behave Michelle." Morgan pleaded. "I mean the Order isn't that bad, think about it they give you so much training in exorcism."

"I'm not interested."

"Well-" Morgan was interrupted by a loud crashing sound. Glass seemed to rain in behind the teacher desk. Michelle and Morgan both dropped to the ground and over there heads.

"Angel. I found you."

Michelle looked up to see where the sound of the raspy voice had come from. The nun at the desk was lain on the floor, thrown from the blast. She wasn't moving and blood was beginning to pool. It was official she was dead. Morgan must have looked up too, because the next thing Michelle heard was her friend screaming. Standing in front of the window was a large figure. Resembling a man but with strange metal spikes protruding from the skin. It seemed like the thin man was made of metal, with bolts holding him together.

"There you are."

The voice rasped again. The demon. It moved quickly, Michelle didn't even see it move, and before she knew it the desks where beign trown at the wall. The snapped into small pieces and the demon grabbed Michelle up by her shirt.

BAAAAAAAM

The demons arm was blasted off and Michelle feel with a thud to the floor.

"Sorry we're late. The Calvary has arrived." The boy from the convent stood before her and another boy was swinging trough the blasted window. Daniel held a smoking gun, it was obvious the blast had come from him. "Quick the barrier."

The other boy quickly began to place crosses around the demon in a specific pattern. They moved quickly and Daniel led the two girls out of the room.

"See Demons are still here." Morgan said with a sly smile.

"Riiight."

CRAAAAASH

"WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON FREDRICK.!"Daniel yelled as his teem member was thrown from the room. The demon sped out of the room at top speeds and Daniel began to pull the girls quickly down the hall taking cover in another room. It was empty and he quickly put up a protection barrier, again with the crosses. He pushed a button on his head set and made another command. "We may need his help."

A boy stood outside listening for the call. He knew he needed to wait till they needed him. If the Order could handle it on there own he wouldn't be needed if not then he would help out. It had been years since she had passed away, and he was still helping the Order with there demon problems. He had been officially killed before Rosette but here he was standing in his energy saving form. His small child like form, short purple hair and golden eyes, waiting as he leaned against the wall. Then the order came. The demon was definitely more powerful then they had expected. Quickly he transformed into his demon form, horns and all and Swiftly entered the same way the other members of the order had entered. He sighed drawing his sward and slicing the demon that was tring to rip its way into the room. A few seconds of battle was all it took. It was a simple task. Maybe he was just more powerful then the members of the order. They had begun to lose there touch with no demons around to take care of.

"Its safe." He stated swinging the door open. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE."

Daniel just shrugged. The two girls had passed out on the floor and Daniel was holding them both tightly to him, in preparation for the attack. "I guess I just have that effect on girls."

"Just get them home." The boy stated shifting back into his child like form and cracking his knuckles. It had been awhile since he had actually fought for the Order. Of course the finding of the Arch Angel Michelle would mean the onslaughter of many more, much stronger demons.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Daniel said with a smirk. "Chrono."