She was sure she had died. All she remembered was seeing herself being swept up towards the clouds. The next thing she knew she was on the ground again, still lying in that pool of blood on the rock. Except the blood was dry, and her head didn't hurt. Slowly she sat up, trying to remember what exactly had just happened. She carefully touched her head and there was no wound. Not a bruise on her body. Instead, she noticed, she was covered in elegant blue designs that twisted around her arms, legs, and neck. They were beautiful and unworldly. She was still in her old clothes; they were dirty with blood and sweat and were torn up almost completely. Glancing around the vast expanse of desert, a terrifying thought hit her. She didn't know who she was, or where she was.
Michael had gone looking for Gabriel, he had to, he was his brother. What choice did he have? But the angel could not be found. Where could he have gone? Michael didn't have the slightest idea where the angel had gone, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn't want to know. Terrible things happened to those his displeased God. But on the other side, wonderful things happened to those he found favor with; he and Seraph were one of the few. Thinking her name set him off again. He missed her, and a part of him could not believe she was dead, but he saw it with his own eyes. He thought about her day and night, unable to sleep. One day though, he couldn't help it, he brought himself back down to the earth. Swearing to not interfere with men again, he was able to walk the dusty roads without fear of God. He knew where Charlie and Jeep were, he kept tabs on them, and the baby was doing fine. But he had never looked for Seraph, thinking she was dead. But now, being on earth, he sensed though she was still here.
Seraph had settled in a small town of survivors, unable to recall her past she had taken on a new name. The town's people called her Audrey. She lived a broken down apartment by herself, a few friends lived around her, but she didn't usually go out much. There was a guy who lived next to her, in his 20's who tried hard to get her out. You could say he had a bit of a crush on her, but his advances seemed to have no effect. He would never give up though. Especially with so few people.
She was sitting in the hot stuffy room on a soiled couch. She could hardly breath, all the windows were open and a slow fan was going. She laid, stretched out in nothing but a tank top and a pair of girl's boxers. Her hair was tied behind her and sweat drops covered her chest and ran down her neck. She was just about to drift off when she heard a knock on the door. Damn it, who was that? She thought to herself. Rubbing her face she refused to move.
"Come in!" She yelled from her place. She heard the door open slowly and footsteps. She knew that sound. It was Tyler. She normally would have pulled some clothes on first, she knew how desperate the guy was for some sort of action, but right now, she didn't really care. It was too god damned hot. "What's up Tyler?" She asked without opening her eyes. She heard him sit down on the chair next to the couch and sigh heavily.
"Are you ever going to come out Audrey?" He asked finally leaning back in the chair. Just stepping into her room almost killed him. The stuffy air was too much; it felt much better outside, even at 102 degrees. For a second she didn't respond and he was able to take her in. She was so beautiful, something rare to find these days. She had rich red hair with bangs cropped perfectly to the side. Her eyes were ice blue, and her body to perfect and tan. God she drove him crazy.
"No." Her voice pulled him from his fantasy. He sighed, looking around the room. How did she even survive? She must go out a night for food and things, because he has never seen her leave.
"Why? What does this place have to offer you that outside cant?" He asked.
"It doesn't ask questions." Her quick response shut him up. She was sensitive about questions. She remembered nothing of her past, and if she did, she refused to talk about it. She was so closed up; he wondered what could have been so traumatizing. He stood up and walked over to the couch. He sat on the edge beside her and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She still had not opened her eyes.
"We don't have to talk Audrey." He whispered softly. Before he could lean down to kiss her, or even move for that matter, her eyes shot open, the brilliant blue froze him as she pushed him back. She was so sick of him trying to make a move.
"You want me to go outside? Fine I will." She snarled and stood up, bursting through the door and left the apartment. She stepped out and inhaled the fresh air and walked over to the grocery store. She moved to the wall opposite her building and collapsed in the shade. It wasn't like she was against a relationship. Tyler was good looking, and relatively nice. Grant it a bit on the horny side, but he was ok. She just could do anything with him because she had this feeling there was someone else. Someone she had forgotten about, but he was still looking for her. This person she loved deeply, and could never look at any other man. She buried her face in her knees. God she wanted to remember.
