Bonjour! Here is the long awaited chapter two of my fiction. This chapter has the interaction between Ami and Zavier that you should have been on the edge of your seats watching for, (or checking your computers everyday!). Anyway, here is the wished for, (and possibly demanded for), chapter two of "Of Angels and Demons."
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Enjoy! Fairieimp

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Of Angels and Demons: Chapter Two

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Zavier woke as soon as the alarm clock went off. 7:03 a.m. He threw the alarm clock across the room, where it hit the wall and shattered into about seven pieces. His eyes finally focused and centered on a small white piece of paper lying on the table next to the bed. Zaiver picked the paper up, winced from the hangover that was starting to come on, and commenced in the labored task of reading the small, eloquent, cursive handwriting that was on the tiny piece of paper.
'Z--
Sorry to set your alarm, but I knew you would need someone to wake you up early because I know about that huge workload you have to get done really early. Sorry again. -- Nate'
Zavier muttered curses under his breath, damning Nathaniel to the darkest recesses of hell, as he got himself four aspirin and collapsed back on to his bed.
He soon fell into a fast, but uneasy sleep.

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Even though she killed a man on Friday night, on Saturday, Amie's conscience still wasn't working properly; she had no regrets about the killing and she even thought that it was fun.
Garrett's death had been discovered and was plastered all over the news.
"No fingerprints, hair follicles, dead skin, absolutely nothing to clue the cops in on whom the killer was. The cops suspect suicide, but the weapon wasn't anywhere in sight," Amie laughed at her musing as she cleaned her switchblade in the kitchen sink, pink water running down in to the drain.
She thought about going to that painter's shop downtown to see if there was anything in there that she could give Mina as a wedding present. When she was finished cleaning off the knife, she got the phone book to see if they were open on Saturday s.
"Wings... interesting name for a painting shop," Amie said aloud, "Nope, they're not open on Saturdays, only Monday thru Friday." She figured she'd go at lunch on Monday.
The sunlight coming in through the widow of the small room gave it a soft glow and Amie was sickened by it. Classical music and candles didn't bother her, but soft natural sunlight did. She flung the thick, black curtains shut ad lit several candles.
That's better, she thought to herself as she turned on some classical music and commenced in reading Anne Rice's new book. The clock read 12:25 p.m.

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Something was pounding inside his head and calling his name. Zavier soon realized that it was probably Nathaniel coming to see if he was alright.
"Coming!" Zavier yelled as he groggily got out of bed and went to door.
He was startled to see a rain drenched Malachi standing on his door step. It took Zavier a moment to realize that he was still standing in the door frame.
Malachi was around 6'7" tall, long, platinum blonde hair, a muscular body, and very broad shoulders. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and blue jeans, but these and his hair were soaking wet with the rain.
"What brings you here, Malachi?" Zavier asked with curiosity.
Malachi looked at Zavier with pity; he could still see the effects of the alcohol on Zavier's face. "I came to tell you that you are going to be a groomsman in my wedding, which is February 5. You are to be there promptly at 3 o'clock p.m. Are we clear?"
"Crystal. You really need to lighten up, Mal. You need to have some fun since you're getting married and all. By the way, what do you do in your spare time?"
Mal shook his head, "You were always too curious. I would have you know that I actually have taken up judo and kick boxing. Happy now?" "Yep," Zavier smiled, "So, who all is going to be at the wedding?" "Too many people, Z," Mal said with a sigh.
"No, I mean, who's going to be in the wedding? You know bridesmaids and groomsmen?"
"Oh," Mal laughed. "The bridesmaids are Amie Barnes, Rayegan Murry, Litanyia Woods, and Serena Adams. The groomsmen are you, Nathaniel, Jadrian Murry, and Darien Adams."
Z's jaw dropped, "You mean the Amie Barnes... the Playboy model? You mean Mina knows her?"
"That's what I said. She's a really nice and beautiful woman, Z. You would like her.'

Zavier looked around for his clock, and then he remembered that he had thrown it across the room. "What time is it?"

Malachi looked at his watch, "its 10:15 p.m. I was standing outside your door for 20 minutes. I had forgotten that Nate had given you that liquor. I should've known you'd be sleeping off a hangover."

"Sorry if I like vodka! It's not my fault that you two started me drinking," Z said with playful offence, but truthfully, "I was innocent until I met you two fuckers!" And I mean that literally, Z thought to himself.
Malachi laughed at him. "You were innocent, but we figured that you needed to learn to have some fun. Were we wrong in our assumption?
Z sighed and shook his head. "No, you weren't wrong, but I think ten was too young to start drinking."
"You want to go for a drink?" Malachi asked.

"Sure, where to?"

"Takini's Bar. They make their own liquor. I think you'll like it."

"Alright, let's go."

Zavier and Malachi walked out of the shop's door and into the night air.

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It was early Monday afternoon and Amie was walking the streets of downtown Catesville looking for Zavier Cagle's artistry shop 'Wings.'
After about ten minutes, she found it. The shop was in a run-down building on the edge of downtown. The place was an old, restored, Victorian- era house that looked as if it hadn't been restored at all. There were several steps leading to the hardwood door and Amie was now standing at that door, where a sign hung that read 'OPEN.'
As she entered the building, her breath was taken away at the sight of the beautifully ornate walls, paintings, and ceiling. Paintings and sculptures littered the floor and walls, where little white feathers seemingly floated from a pink-red sky. But the thing that drew Amie like a moth to a flame was the huge sculpture of an angel, its giant wings almost as big as its body, in the center of the huge room.
As she stepped closer to the sculpture, she realized with astonishment that the angel was a man in a long robe. His features were so hauntingly realistic; the short curly hair, the handsome face, the muscled body, she had to touch it to make sure that it was only a statue.
"May I help you, miss?" A woman's voice behind her caused Amie to jump.
Amie swiveled to find an old woman in her mid-fifties smiling up at her. The lady had black hair that was graying at the roots, and she had kind brown eyes.
"Is Mr. Cagle here?" Amie asked softly.
"I'll go and get him for you," the woman nodded with a smile, "Zavier!" The woman yelled as she went off into another room.
Amie laughed to herself and sighed. This Zavier character seems like he would be interesting, she thought.
A man came out of the room that the woman had entered and walked towards her. The man had curly, strawberry-blonde, shoulder-length hair that was pulled into a low ponytail. He didn't have on a shirt, so she could see the tanned muscular body. Amie thought that she was looking at a real life angel.
He reached her and she broke the silence between them.
"Hello, my name is Amie Barnes. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cagle," She said as she extended her hand to him.
As he shook her hand, he momentarily forgot that she was to be Mina's maid-of-honor, but he took note of who she was and that she had spoken to him first. He wondered how a stripper could be saved.
"Please, call me Zavier, Ms. Barnes," He said politely as his hands fell to his sides.
"Then you call me Amie, Zavier," She smiled and he almost melted.
Dead kittens... dead mutilated babies... oh, hell! It never works! He thought mentally kicking himself for getting an erection by just being near this woman, but at the same time congratulating himself for staying so calm. I'm going to need a cold shower after this.
As Amie glanced around at all of the paintings and sculptures, she came to the realization that most of them were of religious nature.
"I'm looking for a wedding present for my friend Mina Carre," she said in a half question looking directly into Zavier's eyes. He's got the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen.
He laughed, "That's right, Malachi was by here last night. I'm the best man." "Really? That's interesting," she said surprised. "I guess we should get to know each other." A tinge of provocation entered her voice. Maybe in more ways that one, she added to herself.
Zavier nodded in agreement, "Yes, we should." He looked around, "Maggie?!"
The small woman came out of a back room, "Yes, Mr. Cagle, what do you want?" He sighed exasperatedly, "Could you fix us some coffee?"

"Actually, I am ahead of you. I already fixed some, because, even if you weren't paying much attention to Mr. Garrick, I was, and I knew that this was Ms. Barnes, so I figured that you two would want to talk," Maggie said matter-of-factly with a smile. She turned and went back into the room that she came out of.

Amie laughed and Zavier turned to her. "Maggie has been my secretary since I started painting. It's been about ten years." He smiled. "Come, follow me. We can have some coffee."
He led the way to a small room with a soma and a coffee table, which already had two steaming cups of coffee on it. The room was cluttered with magazines and discarded paintings.
"Sorry for the mess, but if you see a painting in here that you like, you can have it."
They sat down on the sofa, one on each end. Though they could not feel the sexual attraction grow, neither Zavier nor Amie was willing to let such a thing happen.
"How long have you been friends with Malachi?" Amie asked.
Zavier laughed, "Since I was about five. He, Jadrian, Nathaniel and Darien are completely insane."
She cocked an eyebrow, "Maybe it's you that is insane. Mal, Jade, Nate and Dare seem pretty okay, and I've known them just as long as you have."
"Maybe, but I don't think so, they have more quirks than I do."
"How, pray tell?"
He jumped at her use of sophisticated words, a stripper with sophistication? The world is ending! "Well, Jade was always a player, right? Until he was set up with Raye, and he is completely loyal to her; Nate has never really settled down with anyone, but he has his eye on Litanyia; Mal, finally, after ten years, proposed to Mina and is getting married in three months; and Dare, well, there not much to say about him."
Amie laughed, "But what about you?"
"Me? Well, I am a painter and am waiting for that right woman to come along. The Lord will let me know who she is," and I'm praying right now that it's you. He wanted to come closer to her, to kiss her and hold her tightly in his arms, never to let her go. "What about you and the girls?"
"Let's see... Raye is totally in love with Jade, she'd give the world for him and even take a bullet for him in the state that she is in; Lita is infatuated with Nate, so send that information on the line to him; Mina is ecstatic about being asked by Mal; and Sere, well, Sere can't wait for her and Dare's baby to come," she paused. "Me? You really want to know about me?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I am a stripper and a Playboy model, and I too am waiting for the right man to come along," and I'm hoping it's you. She was wishing to be near him forever, his body close to hers, she wished, but nothing she ever wished for came true. She inched closer to him, wanting and at the same time not wanting to feel his touch, afraid that she might not be able to forget it. Her leg touched his and they looked at each other.
Blue met green and in an instant the two were lost in each others eyes.
Zavier saw Amie's blue eyes melt to red-black; her pure white skin turn dark colored within her eyes; he saw countless murders and deaths. His mind recoiled, but his heart refused to leave, as if it was willed by God. Amie saw Zavier's green eyes melt to icy blue; his tanned skin turn pale within his eyes; she saw feathers-no-arms envelop her body in a protective embrace, yet she knew they weren't Lucifer's... they were some other man's; she saw countless people being saved, led through the gates of heaven. Erishkigal recoiled, but Amie remained, her own self being comforted by what she saw.
"Zavier, Jadrian Murry is here to see you," Maggie's voice made them both jump.
He sighed audibly; visibly disturbed by what he had just seen, "Tell him to come back here. Tell him Amie's here, too."
"Alright," she said as she left the room.
He looked over at Amie, who was shaken by what she had seen. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a protective embrace.
She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears and kissed him softly. His hand went around the back of her neck to hold her there as he deepened the kiss, pressing against her lips, the action sending adrenaline through their systems.
Amie pulled away from him, breaking the embrace, as footsteps approached the room down the hall.
A man with short, spiked, sandy blonde hair with bleached highlights entered the doorway. He was about 5'11" with light blue eyes and sun-tanned skin. He wore a blue t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with a rip over the left knee.
"Hello, Jade, what brings you here?"
Jade leaned against the doorframe, a smirk plastered on his handsome face, "Just stopped by to see what you were up to and to see if you had slept off that hangover Nate gave you last night," he paused. "What are you doing here, Ames?"
Amie shook her head and sighed sarcastically; she'd known Jadrian for most of his pitiful existence on the planet. It was she that had set Jade and Rayegan up. "Hi, Jadrian; I was looking for a wedding present for Mina, actually." She paused, "How is it that even though I have known you, Mal and Nate forever and Darien a little under twenty, you fail to introduce me to Zavier here."
Jadrian shrugged as a cruel smile pulled at his face, "Well, to tell you the truth Ames, we just didn't think that you would be interested in a religious, self-absorbed painter, like Z here."
"Self-absorbed? You're calling me 'self-absorbed'?" Zavier sneered.
Amie laughed, "I like him, Jadrian, and what made you think that I wouldn't?"
Jade's smirk fell, "Well... uh... you see... I... um... he... I hate it when you corner me!"
Amie smirked, mocking Jade, "Well, you should know by now what I like and what I don't, and fortunately for Zavier here, I'm enthralled by his painting talent... The only talent you have, Jadrian, comes from years of experience in high school."
Zavier tried to hold back a snicker as Jade blanched.
"You little demonic bitch!" Jadrian was furious.
Amie got up and hugged Jadrian, "I'm sorry I hurt your fragile male ego, but I couldn't help myself. Do you forgive me?" She asked a faux pout on her lips.
Jadrian's color came back as he sighed, "I don't know why I can't stay mad at you... maybe it's because you look so sweet and innocent." Only look, Jade added mentally.
Amie laughed and went and sat on Zavier's lap. Zavier, without realizing it, reacted by encircling her thin waist with his arms. She squirmed a bit to get comfortable, then leaned back and curled up in his embrace.
Jadrian sighed and shook his head, "It seems as though you have more that just a friendly attraction to Zavier, Ames; I've never known you to move this fast." He smiled and shook a finger at Zavier. "And Zavier! Letting a woman that you just met lay all over you like that. I'm so ashamed of you."
The three of them laughed. Amie looked at her watch, "I'm sorry guys, but I have to go." She turned and kissed Zavier, "I'll come back tomorrow and find Mina a gift." She got up and walked past Jadrian, "Bye!" With that she left, leaving Jadrian and Zavier staring at the spot where she was not a moment before.

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Amie was in her dressing room putting on her makeup, when someone knocked on the door. Even though she was wearing nothing, she answered the door figuring it was Dana or Jasmine.
She opened the door and was surprised to be staring into a pair of green eyes attached to a now familiar male face, "Zavier!" She gasped, "What on earth are you doing here?" She turned to go get a towel, but Zavier caught her by the wrist and wasn't able to go anywhere.
He walked into the room and shut the door behind him. Zavier was astounded by her beauty. She had a perfect body, luscious curves, and long slender legs.

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:: evil laughter:: Cliff hanger!! Hahahaha!!! Don't you just love cliff hangers? I personally hate them, but it's so funny to do it to other people! I think they leave you with too many unanswered questions, for instance: 'what happens next?'; 'do they have sex?'; 'how did Zavier find out where Amie worked?' etc. Now that I have you all on the edge of your seats waiting for chapter three, you could email me in the meantime (fairieimp (at) ) and tell me what you think of my story or to ask any questions that you have. Until next time, Adieu! Fairieimp

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