Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Angel Sanctuary but I do own this plot and storyline.

A/N: Hope this will suffice for now! Oh and sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes; didn't have time to re-read it over yet. I promise too soon enough for your sakes.

Edit: Finally re-read it and corrected a few of the more noticeable mistakes.

bladeofpassion: I totally agree. Thank you for the compliments!But you'll see, he has a lot of work to do soon enough along with a few other people.


Main Characters: Alexiel, Kirie, Katan, Rociel, maybe Belial, Lucifer, Uriel? Barbiel? Raphael?

Various other characters from Angel Sanctuary will be involved to add to the plot.

'' are thoughts

Italics are Past events or stressed words

Bold words are stressed words


The Last Supper

Chapter 8: And Things Will Go Bump In the Night

"When one's character begins to fall under suspicion and disfavor, how swift, then, is the work of disintegration and destruction."


The lone drop made its way idly down the expanse of flushed skin, slowly depleting in size as it made its way further and further down the smooth plain of flesh. The young girl shivered at the touch of the lone drop of what could be perspiration from heat…or cold fear.

She felt rather than saw herself being led down a dim hallway. She blinked, not remembering when she'd left the bright lights of the large main entrance room.

"It's alright Lady Alexiel, we'll take good care of ya now. Everything's gonna ta be alright, ya hear? Alright, thatta girl, keep movin'. We're almost there now, hear me."

It was a female voice speaking to her and it was soft and kind. She trusted this voice. It was cultured, Irish or Scottish, she couldn't tell. Soon another young woman's joined the first.

"Ah, here we are Lady Alexiel. These two nice young men accompanied us too. Nice of them, eh? Well M'lady, twas a pleasure, but our little journey has come ta an end."

Alexiel could only see darkness. Her hair limply hung over her eyes, wild and free now from the events of the night. At the mention of "two nice young men" her mind turned questioning and she felt herself involuntarily tense.

Small warm hands covered Alexiel's shoulders, one arm encircling them to minimize her chance of falling.

She felt so cold, so empty, and so very lost.

Another pair of hands opened a door in front of Alexiel and cool air met her flushed face.

"Let me get this fire started here and soon you'll be toasty warm my dear," said the first Scottish/Irish voice again. The young woman went into the room first, turning on a bedside lamp and chandelier. Alexiel soon heard the sound of soft scratching like a match being struck, as the same warm hands led her slowly into the room.

There was a pause in her footsteps and the woman's. "Thank you again gentlemen, but of course yer own journey must stop here. Tis the part only a woman can do. We must assist Lady Alexiel here to be readied for bed. Thank yas once again."

The two young men smiled, and nodded. One of the two had curly coal-black hair and bright blue eyes. The other most likely was his brother, as his own hair was a light brown and also curly, but he possessed deep green eyes. The two young men, not much older than the women themselves, easily charmed the two young ladies with their smiles.

"Anytime. It was a pleasure serving you two young ladies. If you don't mind, we'll remain outside this door and be your guard. We wouldn't want an ounce of harm to come to Lady Alexiel or you two dashing young women," said the one with green eyes.

Twin blushes crept up the young women's cheeks. The one who had spoken first to Alexiel, her hair a pale straw yellow in twin braids to match equally pale, sky blue eyes, spoke shyly in response.

"And I and my sister here thank you kindly," and with that, she gently led a numb Alexiel inside and quietly closed the door as her sister came forward to support Alexiel. She gave one last shy smile to the young men.

As the door closed, the young men turned to one another, a silent acknowledgment passing between them both. Each finally took a post on either side of the entrance.


There was a buzz of both apprehension and excitement in the dining area. The women and men both gossiped in equal amount for once. Wives and their husbands moved to congregate to fellow friends, forming small groups like the wax hexagon of a bee hive.

"My goodness," a woman by the name of Lady Barbelo began, stating what was evidently almost on all their minds, "can you believe it? Lord Rociel, stabbed by his own sister!"

"I can't quite believe it myself quite yet. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I would have never believed it," responded another woman by the name of Lady Astarte in a softly distressed tone, continuously fanning herself with an expensive-looking fan.

"You saw her stab him? I thought it happened before we all came out," added another woman, Lady Anael, casually.

"No, I didn't see it happen directly," glared Lady Astarte in slight indignation, "but we all saw her hand on the hilt of that knife," she added.

"I agree with Lady Anael; we didn't actually see it happen. We just saw what happened after it had already happened. I don't know what to think as of yet, but Lady Alexiel is innocent until proven guilty in my eyes," added Lady Laila confidently.

Lady Barbelo and Lady Astarte shared disgusted looks. Both Lady Barbelo and Lady Astarte were not fans of Alexiel for…certain personal reasons…and were absolutely ecstatic something terrible had finally fallen upon the seemingly perfect girl. They were only sorry her charming and handsome young twin had to be sacrificed in order for her to finally feel real pain.

"Well, there won't be much to prove in the end I think. Their rocky past will speak for itself; she always hated her twin Lord Rociel," Lady Barbelo responded, her lips pursed and nostrils flared slightly in arrogant certainty as she fanned herself faster.

"True…but there's always a reason for something. Perhaps he has mistreated her very badly for years or did something quite terrible to her in their childhood," stated Lady Laila just as confidently.

"All the reason more for a motive if you ask me. Anyway, it just isn't high-quality to hold such grudges" Lady Astarte added again in that same "hopeless" tone. She always sounded as if all were lost.

She had the power to convince an army they'd lost before they even fought; a very poor quality when she always seemed to be attacking her own.

The other women listening in on the debate almost came close to believing there would and could be no hope for Alexiel in proving her innocence.

Lady Laila wanted to respond curtly that no one had asked her opinion and she should be the last person preaching to anyone, but she bit her tongue. She realized this was a hopeless argument. It was obvious both Lady Barbero and Lady Astarte held a fierce dislike for Alexiel and nothing was going to change their minds that she was not as guilty as sin.

Lady Anael gave a more proper response than Lady Laila knew she had it in her to give.

"Well, there's no use looking for trouble or digging where none of us have the expertise of digging into. What do you ladies say to getting some punch and not letting that too go to waste?"

Lady Barbero and Lady Astarte both declined, Astarte saying she felt faint and needed to sit down after she found her husband. Lady Barbelo had volunteered to help her and guarantee she wouldn't fall during her search.

Lady Laila agreed however, and she and Anael walked over to the punch table alone.

"Can you believe those two? The nerve," Laila began, already comfortable with Anael.

"Yes and no. They've always been a bit vindictive and a bit gossipy. They love to judge and denounce others souls, but if they took one moment to look at their own, I think they'd be begging their pastors for redemption."

Laila giggled, nodding. "Yes, and I'm not sure if even he could save them. They seem a little too far gone to me."

Anael smiled and lifted her glass in a gesture to toast.

"A toast to the blameworthy losing their feigned mask of innocence, and the guiltless recovering theirs."

"Here, here," Laila smiled, clicking her crystal glass to the other woman's softly.


Barbiel frowned at herself in the mirror as she scrubbed her hands hard. Her thoughts floated towards Alexiel. She worried about her most.

She looked like she was absolutely numb in shock. She looked as though all that was said to her was falling on deaf ears. Something broke in her tonight…and Barbiel wasn't sure if it could ever be fixed again.

She opened the door of the powder room and smiled at the female servant outside of the entrance. She was led back over to her husband who she saw looking at a young girl and young man.

The young man she recognized as Katan and the young girl she'd only seen briefly tonight. She recognized her as Alexiel's ward, but she could not remember her name.

Her husband said something that seemed to bring great discomfort to the youths' faces. Luckily Barbiel saved them from a response.

"And I have returned my dear husband…and why, here is the doctor!"

Everyone turned their gaze towards where Barbiel herself was looking. It was the kind Dr. Kadamon.

He was led in by a male servant who nodded and allowed him to continue his way towards them now at a jog.

His small nurse Miss Moonliel followed not far behind.

"My, what happened here?" Kadamon asked, looked at all the faces around him.

"We're not really sure Dr. Kadamon. We just know that he was stabbed recently," answered Barbiel.

He nodded his face grim. "He's lost a lot of blood. Rociel? Rociel? Can you hear me?"

"We'll have to be careful but we'll need to move him into a room with a large flat table. I can work there."

The two of Rociel's entourage nodded and volunteered to help move him. A flat low table was moved under him and he was carried away into the large study. He was moved once more onto the long and wooden desk of the room.

Rociel moaned loudly in pain, and winced, mumbling in his half-conscious state. Dr. Kadamon noted this and motioned for Moonliel to open his bag.

"Moonliel, administer this man morphine for his pain. We have to be very careful extracting this knife. I am afraid it might have punctured his lung," he said grimly.

"Please, misses, bring me three pots of boiling water, a bowl of hot water and soap." The female servants nodded and quickly left to do their tasks.

Dr. Kadamon raised his head briefly. "Please escort these ladies out. This will be a bit…bloody. In fact, could only those in close association with the patient remain? It would also be more sanitary."

Katan gratefully escorted Gabriella out, not too up to watching the surgery himself. The two of Rociel's entourage explained who they were and Kadamon nodded.

Raphael looked at Barbiel who had not moved. "Barbiel, we too must leave. We are not in close association with the patient," he said gently taking her by the shoulders.

"But I can--" she began in protest but Raphael cut her off. "No, he has all the help he needs."

"Well if she can be of any assistance let her stay. You should too just in case it proves too…much," Dr. Kadamon said, briefly sparing them a smile.

Raphael frowned defeated as Barbiel smiled at him in triumph. He followed to stand beside her as she came forward.

"Alright. Tell me what I can do," Barbiel asked eagerly.

"Moonliel will tell you if she needs you," he responded, "but please, no more talking now."

He carefully extracted the knife and grimaced as a gargled cough soon came from Rociel's mouth.

"Moonliel, just as I thought—a puncture to the lungs."

"Oh no," he suddenly murmured, a brief hesitation in his movements.


The two women emerged from Alexiel's room an hour later, satisfied with their work. They had quietly lain the young woman to bed, undressing, and redressing her in a simple shift with the drawstrings loose and untied.

They brushed and combed her hear, pulling it back in a long, loose braid. Alexiel felt comfort at the kind attention and it relaxed her and made her feel the first lull of sleep.

They had asked the quiet mistress if she fancied any tea or biscuits perhaps but she would blink dazedly, slowly shaking her head no.

They babbled on to her about nothing, if only to cheer her and keep her mind off her own troubles. Before they'd left, Alexiel had softly grasp each of their hands, looking up at them with the wide eyes of a child and a soft 'thank you' for each of them.

Each nodded in turn and turned away before the tears that had filled their eyes actually fell.

They currently opened the door of her room and quietly shut it behind them, the two girls momentarily forgetting the two men who were still standing on either side of the doorframe.

A soft cry of surprise left each of the girls' mouths and each of the two young men of Rociel's entourage, raised afinger to their lips, smiling gently at the girls.

Each put a hand to their bosom and giggled at their own silliness, bidding the young men goodnight. They told them they'd be back hourly to check up on Lady Alexiel.

The two young men waited a full fifteen minutes after the two women servants had left. Only then did they make their move.


"Katan, I'm afraid."

Katan blinked, jarred out of his own thoughts. "I know me too…more for Alexiel, oddly, than Lord Rociel in there."

Gabrielle turned to look at him, surprised. "But why?"

"There has been something…tainted about this night from the beginning. It could just be Lord Rociel's appearance Lady Kirie's plans, but there's something more. The killer, I--" he stopped.

"You what?" she prompted.

"I'm afraid it may not be who we think it is. I-I don't want anything to happen to you too Gabriella," he finished quickly, turning to her with his cheeks suddenly flush.

Gabriella stared back at him her own eyes wide. She blinked, her own face becoming faintly flushed. "I-I don't want anything to happen to you either. I-I'm not sure if I could take much more harm to the ones I love."

Each froze. Gabriella, put a hand to her mouth…her own words registering in her brain. She turned away from him, afraid of the potential consequences of her words.

Katan stared at her back, his had frozen in the air, debating whether or not to take her into his arms now and tell her—tell her he loved her dearly too.

Their moment of bliss was suddenly interrupted as shouting was heard within the large study. Both looked at each other worried and pressed their ears cautiously to the door. What they heard was surprisingly audible through the door.

"What happened? Do something now!" a gruff male voice shouted, sounding like the golden haired man of Rociel's entourage from before.

"I—Sir, please understand me. His wound has caused his lungs to fill with blood, I and my assistant here bandaged him up hoping it would clot the blood but he went into shock. I'm sorry, but nothing can be done. He is dead."

"DO SOMETHING NOW! TAKE IT OUT!" He screamed.

Dr. Kadamon responded calmly. "Sir if I could have, I would have…I assure you."

Suddenly there was a scream of what had to be Barbiel and a loud CRAAACK as if someone had been hit in the skull with a blunt object--hard. A body fell to the floor.

There was a scramble and disharmony of noise. Unknowingly to Gabriella and Katan, within, the two of Rociel's troupe had ordered Barbiel to bind Moonliel up at gunpoint and then for Raphael to do the same to his wife Barbiel. The in turn both bound the Lord Raphael.

As the commotion took place Katan hesitated, unsure if he should rush in and try and take the two attackers by surprise. Instinct, however, told Katan to do otherwise.

"Gabriella, come on, we've got to go find help."

She nodded and the two hurried off quietly hand in hand.


"Stupid doctor! You let him die! And to think you're considered one of the best surgeons our lands have to offer! I could spit on you," the bearded man said angrily.

"Edgar, we don't have time for insults now. Help me bind their mouths. Then we have…other business to attend to."

Edgar nodded, "Right, right Stephen. I'm sorry. Let's get to work."

The two ruffians made quick work of their task and left the room, locking the three from the inside.

"Damn it! There was a man and woman with us too. Do you think they heard anything?" Stephen asked.

"We can't worry about that now. We've got to go to the dining area where everyone's gathered, and let our demands be known."

"Alright," Stephen nodded and the two assailants jogged to the dining room. All the servants were in the attached kitchen of the dining area, also feeling protection in numbers against the missing murderer.

Edgar nodded to the two guards outside of the room, who'd been paid earlier not to interfere. They opened the doors for the two young men and as they peered within, silence enveloped the room.

Edgar took the job of giving a speech. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've been told to tell you all to move into the larger ball room where you can be more properly guarded."

There were murmurs at this but the men and women slowly moved to the doorways and moved to the ballroom once again, no questions asked. It took a full ten minutes before everyone had finally filled the room, including the servants, who stood off and away from the aristocracy.

Finally, Lord Michael raised a question. "And what now my dear chaps?"

"This," Edgar responded and suddenly took two pistols out of his pockets and shot the chandelier. Men and women cried out in alarm and pushed backwards, some falling over each other to escape what was finally revealed as two mad men.

The room was so constructed that a large entrance was the only way in and out, and the two, Edgar and Stephen, occupied the entrance. They were soon join by five more companions.

"Ah, so you've arrived David…Adam…Magger…Thomas…Max…and last but not least, Charles," Edgar said nodding an acknowledgment to them. Each nodded back in return, armed with two pistols each.

"Our demands are simple," Stephen began, "we know someone in this room knows who killed Lord Rociel and we intend to find out who. I can assure you Alexiel and her friends are receiving their own interrogations and if you know anything, you'd only be helping yourself. So speak up, and you'll be rewarded handsomely—with your lives."

There was a shocked silence in the room and then suddenly everyone as trying to speak. There were shouts of protest, many convinced it was Alexiel, others claiming they'd witnessed Gabriella and Katan disappear at one point in the night. The only one that seemed to escape blame was Lady Kirie, and some women fainted, shaking their heads in dismay and voicing their opinions on how unfortunate this was for their hostesss.

"Shut up! One at a time," Edgar screamed, and the room fell silent.

As men and women offered information--true or false--the three kidnappers didn't realize they didn't have only two shocked young ladies, and a young man and his sweetheart to worry about.


With this story, for some reason, I just don't run out of ideas. I always feel like changing something up or I might go with what I originally planned. I'm always open to suggestions! Alright, till we meet again, Review!

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