Disclaimer – See Chapter 1

A/N – Well Cause I'm getting such good reviews and I really like the way this story is going I'm going to start on the next chapter of it. Well I'm not sure what'll do in this chapter yet but it'll come to me eventually. Oh a warning this will be a Lemon later in the story and I know exactly where I'll put it. However it'll be as artistic as possible. I've read some very good romantic lemons and I have a good idea of what I'm doing. Serenity thought it would be really nice to do one in one of my little writings so I'm going to put it in just for her. Luv Ya Serenity, you really are my Angel. Read my reviews if your wondering about the previous statements.

Intermission

-In the Bar-

The Stranger is standing slightly hunched as though its painful to tell such pure and understanding love. "Okay anybody have any questions before I go on with the story." He takes a sip from the glass of water and notices a young lady in a red dress standing up.

"I have one kind sir. Were Serenity and Titon scared over these "blood wings" that they both have." She looks at the stranger, hopeful that she might get an answer.

"Well in a way I guess they were. The wings are of the most powerful type of Seraphim. Very few angels have these wings and fewer still accept them." Looks back at the audience. "Okay anymore questions?"

"I have one more if its okay." The lady looks at the Stranger hoping its okay for her other question. "Do their parents have these "blood wings" that you keep mentioning."

"No their parents didn't have these wings. Both of there parents were normal Seraphim. Although the parents training was a little more intense then most Seraphim they were still only normal Seraphim." Looks back at the audience. "Any other question before I continue."

A young boy walks up near the stage and looks at the Stranger with questioning eyes. "Why were the lady's arms bleeding mister?"

The Stranger looks at the young boy with a sad smile. "Her arms were bleeding because almost everything about a blood angel is about attack and defense even their wings are such weapons. Instead of normal feathers which are either very soft or slightly stiff. The wings of a Blood Angel are razor sharp. The cuts caused by these wings instantly draw blood. Most victims don't survive more then four slashings of these wings." He looks at the boys face and smiles as he realizes that his story is making some of the vastly held beliefs that are said about Angels. So many things have changed and yet so much stays the same he realizes. He takes a sip from his glass of water and hands it back to the bartender for a refill. "Okay, so where was I in the story?"

A slightly older fella speaks up from the back of the room. "They were hugging each other in this really big field."

Looks up and nods, "Thanks for reminding me neighbor."