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Chapter 14

Christina

We were flying for what felt like hours. I did as Cam suggested and went to sleep, it had been a long day; preparing to leave for England.

My eyes began to flutter open, the coldness of the night air had gotten to me, and the temperature woke me from my sleep. I looked down but all I could see was darkness. Cam was looking ahead, but I still couldn't see the expression on his face. His eyes, however, looked luminous in the night.

"Where a bout's are we?" I shouted, hoping Cam would hear me.

"We're reaching the boarder of England, we'll be landing in about 20 minutes," he replied. I looked down and I could just see the faint specks of light. Street lamps.

We landed down a back alley in North Yorkshire and it was still dark; there wasn't a figure in sight. Cam set me down on my feet, but I staggered. I was carried for hours and hadn't walked and my leg still hurt from the arrow. Cam put his arm around my waist as I used him for support. I didn't know what kind of gesture this was, but it was comforting. He helped me as we walked along the alleyway, and into the streets. There weren't many people around, just a few people. I noticed there were no women around. All the men here wore shirts with puffy sleeves and a waist coat. I thought they were fine, but they were also wearing puffy trousers, that were cut at the knee, with tights. I thought my mother told me these people were fashionable. They were laughing about something, a 'bird' they said. Why would they be laughing at a bird? Cam reassured me that they call a woman a 'bird' in England. I wouldn't like to be called something that is so small and weak.

The men stopped when they saw me. I realised that I was wearing what men wear. And the men in England didn't wear what men wore back in Italy. They stared with strange eyes at my clothes.

"Fend your eyes, gents," Cam cried at the men, walking past and trying to look touch, but all the time had his arm around me.

We walked through the streets and I got used to my leg, it still hurt slightly but I could l walk on it. I removed his arm from around my waist, and he gave me a painful look. I ignored it, what is this boy trying to do?

We didn't talk much about things, but when we did, there was certainly some awkwardness.

"You and Sam," he said. "You love him?"

"I don't see why that is any of your concern," I replied, but he made me blush.

"Well, it was just a question. I didn't mean to offend.

I looked at him, but again, his face held no expression. "Well, you did. I don't know much about you Cam, yet you want me to spill all my personal information to you." I tried to sound confident.

"Then perhaps we should get to know one another," he said. I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him. From the dimness of the street lights, I could see he had a smirk on his face. A smirk I did not like. "I'm curious about you. You hold in you a great fire that had started itself."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You had no training. You had never held a weapon; no one had taught you how. I heard about what you did on the road to Rome. You killed two men and spilled their blood. Then when Sam was captured you went to rescue him on your own, and no doubt killed several more men. It's like your talent with the dagger came out of the blue."

"What is the point you're trying making."

"The point I'm trying to make, is that you're different from the other humans. Not many women can do what you did. I'm not sure if it's the heritage from your father or something." He kept staring at me in my eyes, I couldn't look away. "You can't blame me for thinking about you. You amaze me." He lifted his hand, as if to cup my face. It was still dark, and the sun had not come up yet and looked as if it wouldn't for a long time. There was no one around; I was going to have to help myself.

I swatted his hand away like you would swat a fly, "Careful, Cam. I don't like the way you act towards me. If this is how you are all the time then I hope you take back your curiosity."

"I will never take back my curiosity, for it is permanent." He gave me a broad smile, baring his teeth. He scared me, Cam. I didn't like the person he was. But Daniel trusted him, Luce trusted him, and there's no doubt in my mind that the others trusted him. They've been fighting side by side for God knows how long. Sam told me once that, because the other trusted him, then he trusts him, but I no longer believed that.

"I think we should be going now. I'm tired and my leg needs to be looked at."

"I could carry you all the way there," he suggested, with a smirk.

I turned around and rolled my eyes, "No thank you." For the rest of the way, we walked in silence.

Cam stopped in front of a small house at the end of the village that looked exactly like the one back in Italy, though more in the English fashion. It was a typical half-timbered Tudor house. The house had a thatched roof made of thick straw piled high, but there was no roof underneath. The house itself was the colour of white with brown wood. There were windows made of class, but it was mucky. The Angels who lived here wanted to play it safe, and tried to look rich, but not poor either; just average for the normal family. The door was quite large and curved at the top with a brass knob. There were only two stories of the house; I wondered what the other floor was for. Cam told me the extra floor was for visitors, the Angels liked to have friends in the village so they would invite them over to look normal.

Cam knocked on the door, and an unfamiliar face peered around from the curtain in the window. She had striking, bleach blonde hair and dark eyes. A few seconds later she opened the door and threw herself into Cam's arms and pecked his cheek.

"Cam, it's been so long!" she cried, clutching onto his neck. Cam returned the hug, then dropped her and turned out to introduce me.

"Molly, this is Christina. Christina, this is Molly." She looked at me, but I didn't get the sense that she was the friendly type. She obviously liked Cam; then again they've known each other for a long time. Maybe she just didn't like strangers.

"Hi," she said, it was less friendly than her greeting for Cam. I nodded and she gestured for us to come inside.

Two people were sat in a sitting area next to the fire. A man with dark hair pulled back and tied with a piece of black ribbon; his ends were like dreadlocks. He had dark skin and matching eyes. He was reading a book in Latin that looked centuries old. His name was Roland. I was introduced to Gabbe, a blonde, bubbly girl with full red lips. She was friendly, at least someone here was, I thought.

They took us down to the compound below; the stairs hidden behind a closet door. This compound looked the same as the one in Italy, but felt more homely. The stone walls were still cream, and there were books shelves all around. This place was more personalised. There were paintings around with all the Angels, capturing moments. Apparently, Roland liked to paint; there was one of Arianne and Lucinda sitting on a field picking daisies; another one was of Daniel and Roland having an arm wrestle on the table and Daniel looked like he was winning; there was one of Gabbe and Molly together sitting by the fire, Molly was asleep and Gabbe was reading. In the corner of the room there was a small table next to the fire and two chairs. The table held loads of books and even a few arrows from a cross bow. There wasn't much that was different to the Italian compound, but there was more of a homely atmosphere. Maybe because it helped me think I was back in Italy.

Maggie took me and tended to my leg. She stitched it with needle and thread which hurt like hell. She then bandaged it and gave me some medicine for the pain. She gave met two crutches so that I could put the end under my armpit and walk without using my injured leg. I took some of the medicine, which was liquid, and I swallowed. It tasted like bile. I took a sip of English wine to remove the bile taste.

When I came back, Gabbe showed us around, which was basically the same as before; a weapons room, dining room, kitchen and sitting room. She showed us to our bedrooms. Luckily there was room for all of us. Gabbe, Molly and Roland already occupied three of the rooms, but there were six rooms left and we only needed four. The parlour maids and cook who were with the others would be sleeping in the guest rooms with the British parlour maids. Turned out the British compound had a cook named John, he was a scrawny young man with ginger hair and green eyes. There were also the parlour maids; Elizabeth; and Maggie. Elizabeth had long blonde hair and dark blue eyes, like mine. Maggie was small but old; she had white hair and brown eyes. All the cooks and the maids would stay in the guest rooms; there were no servants' quarters.

Gabbe led me to the room where I would be staying; hopefully Sam would be too if he was there. The room was bare saved for a king sized bed, chest of drawers, bed side tables, a vanity table, a wardrobe and a full length mirror in the corner; all white wood. There was a small fireplace in the middle of the wall on the far side and a white chair sat beside it.

"We'll be having supper in a few, if you'd like to join us," said Gabbe, with a warm smile. She knew what I'd been through. Cam informed her when my wound was getting attended to.

"No, thank you," I said, "I think I'm just going to get some sleep."

She nodded and left me in the room. I was still wearing the clothes from before. I unbuttoned the waist coat and flew it on the chair next to the fireplace along with my white shirt and overcoat. Next came my trousers; I sat on the bed and carefully took them over my wounded leg. Wincing as I did so, I pulled them off and threw them on the chair. My boots were already off when Maggie stitched me up. I stood there in my undergarments for a moment, just staring at the fire.

I was worried about Sam. He hadn't come back yet, and I was beginning to wonder if he'll ever make it. Stop thinking like that. Of course he's going to make it, he's Sam. I shook the thought away and headed over to the chest of drawers. I pulled out a white, knee length night gown with lacing and frills. Replacing my undergarments, I pulled the over my head and went to the vanity table to brush my hair. Once brushed, I went to the bed, threw back the covers and let the comfort of the bed lead me into a deep sleep.

o.O.o

Sam

Before we left, Maria was throwing up; she had a nervous stomach when it came to flying with the angels, and she wasn't okay with blood, especially when she saw Christina's wound. It took her a moment to put aside her nervous disposition so we could take off.

When we were ready we left the stables only to hear the cry of men on horses. Raphael's guards were coming in fast. We needed to leave right away. We all took our partners in our arms and took off, but like before they were shooting arrows at us. We tried to dodge them, but unfortunately, one of the arrows sliced across the flesh of Luce's arm. We weren't high off the ground, but the pain made Luce drop Carletta who was being swarmed with guard's, attempting to carry her away but she was having none of it. She was kicking and lashing out, trying to run away, but the guards had a firm grip on her.

She was a good maid, as the others said, but we couldn't go back for her. It was just too risky.

We arrived at the compound in England, North Yorkshire and they let us in immediately once they got a good look at Luce. She was healing, but it was Daniel that looked the most frightened. She was his mate after all, and what ever happened to her he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Arianne introduced me to everyone before helping Lucinda. I gave a quick wave and wondered where Christina was. I needed to see her.

"Luce, you're going to be fine," said Daniel, his voice full of concern.

"I know Daniel; I'm only hurt because of the fact that I dropped Carletta. She could have been killed for all we know," she replied, starting to cry.

"That wasn't your fault Luce," Arianne reassured, "You couldn't help it, and Carletta is a big girl and she's been trained. I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Let me 'av a look at ya," said Maggie, the old woman with a strong Yorkshire accent. She took care of the wound on Luce's arm, but she didn't have to stitch it. She just put a bandage around it and it would heal on its own.

The girl with the blonde hair and full lips took me to the side, "Sam, if you want I can take you to Christina. She said she was going to just get some sleep," she said. I nodded and she led me down to the compound and through a series of hallways.

We stopped outside of a white, wooden door, Gabbe said, "There you go," and left. I looked at the door, why was I being nervous. She's probably asleep.

I inched the door open slightly and peered through the gap. I was right, she was sleeping. I opened the door fully and walked to the bed. She was under the covers wearing a white night gown. She looked so peaceful, and the bruise on her forehead was fading. She didn't look like she was in a battle two days before. Her hair was laid around her shoulders and rested over the covers and her eyes were resting shut. Her mouth was parted slightly, and her left hand was up on the pillows. Her right hand was strewn across her stomach.

I didn't want to wake her, so I quickly changed out of my clothes and just went to sleep in my undergarments. She stirred when she felt my weight in the bed and her eyes began to flutter open. I rested my head on my hand and watched her wake up to my face in hers. She gasped when she saw me, and her mouth began to change into a wide smile.

"Sam!" she cried, throwing herself into my arms. I caught her and started laughing. She was lying on top of me at that point and her head was buried in the crook of my neck. Her hair was lying across under my chin and I leaned in and smelt her essence. She smelt like lavender and nightfall, but she also smelt of blood. "I'm so happy to see you," she continued, "Was the journey okay?"

I informed her on what happened to Carletta and how there was no way of helping her.

"Oh my," she said. "I hope she's okay."

"Me too, but she'll be okay. She's had training." I reassured her with a smile. She smiled back and hugged me tighter.

"I've missed you," she whispered, kissing my neck.

"I've missed you, too," I replied. I kissed her fully on the mouth and drew her closer. I wanted this moment to last forever. And someday it will. We were to spend a few years there, training her and waiting for her to ascend. But right then, I just wanted to show her how much I missed her.

Her hands were trailing all over my torso and mine were trailing along her back. Her night gown was rolled up around her from when she moved on top of me. In one quick movement, I pulled her down so I was on top. I was lying in between her legs and kissing her neck. She let out a moan and she almost clawed my back. I didn't care, it was good pain.

My hands were gliding up her legs, thinking if this was the right move. Daring to go higher, I pushed her gown up further ever so slightly. She didn't stop me. Instead she clutched my head and roughly kissed my mouth. I pushed her gown higher up.

"Are you sure?"I asked her through kisses. Her whole torso was exposed to me.

She lifted the gown above her head and threw it roughly on the floor. She was just lying underneath me with nothing, her whole body exposed. Her bare chest pressed against mine. "Yes," she whispered, hoarsely. I drew her closer and she gasped.

So...erm...yeah! That was the chapter :$ Don't worry, by the way, I felt just as awkward writing that last part as you did reading it, but all in all - I hoped you liked the whole chapter! Thinking about doing the next chapter about Carletta and what's happening to her! Should be exciting! Please, leave me a review and tell me any comments, complaints, ideas, thoughts, etc!
-Caz :D