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Earth?:

Ryou's POV:

New tears sprang to my eyes as my other wing was shattered. More blood. More pain. I wish it would end, but it has only just begun.

This is almost too much to bare. I only have a few minutes before they push me off this cloud and force me to try to fly to Earth.

I sit there, willing my wounds to stop their pain. I have had enough of crying, but I can't seem to stop. My life has turned from heaven to hell, and I now must live it through.

I have finally overcome the dizziness, as they force me to my feet and push my off the edge of the cloud with a mournful Good bye, God bless you.

I am now plummeting, wind whipping around me. My body is torn with pain as I watch my blood fly up around me as I swiftly drop to the ground.

I must fly, I feel the force of the air pressing around me, it will kill me if I can't slow down.

I spread my broken wings as best I can, as they catch a draft. I indeed would fly once more, but this time in pain, not joy.

My wings are malfunctioning, barely able to flap synchronized. It feels like ever fiber of my body is forcing my wings to work. I can hear my heart beat in my ears as I try to navigate through the lower clouds.

My my throat burns, my vision is cloudy. Large clouds made of rain, dust, and pollution lay thick. I know I am getting nearer.

I make my way to earth, and collapse against cold asphalt, in what appears to be an ally. The force knocking the air from my lungs, and opens new wounds all along my body.

My blood pools around me as I loose consciousness, right after I realized my wings had indeed vanished.

Normal POV:

The poor little angel lay there in the dark. Silenced and alone, laying in a pool of his own blood. His silvery white hair was tangled and bloodstained. His lovely chocolate eyes were closed in anguish.

A trail of fresh tear drops ran down his pale cheeks. His wings had vanished, leaving him looking like a beautiful boy, far to lovely and innocent for the world he now lived it.

Yet unknown to the fallen angel, he had just been noticed by a pair of dark eyes, much like his own.

Bakura's POV:

I don't know why I was drawn into this ally. It was most likely the scent of blood. My vampire senses urged me to this place, none the less, and it looks like the after math of a drunkards fight or a murder.

I expected some rich women or a drunkard to be found in that ally, but instead was the most beautiful being I have ever seen.

A pale boy, that looked to be around seventeen. Silvery hair and angelic features. I don't see why I care, but I am drawn to him.

I could of bitten him, drained him of the little strength he had left. I could of had a taste of his sweet smelling blood, but however tempting, I did not wish to kill him.

I have never given a damn about whether anyone was alive or dead. Every creature for him or herself. That was this world. Hell almost seemed better. I laugh at the thought of heaven, I doubt there ever was such a place.

No worries, with peace and happiness. Watching over souls destined to be there in their next life. What a ton of shit, there is no chance that anything could be that pure. With the exception of this boy, who is more pure than all the good in this world combined.

The sun will rise soon, there are only five hours of day light, due to pollution and these long winter nights. The first comes around 11, and by the amount of light, I would guess that it is about 30 minutes until that time.

I must get home, if I leave him here for five hours, he most likely won't still be here. There is also the small chance he is a vampire, in which case he will die. So I guess I will take him home with me.

I lifted the bloody boy into my arms, and felt his warm blood ooze onto my arms, it was so tempting to taste. I can't taste him, he is too damn pure!

I run home quickly, hoping to avoid the sun. I make it just as the clouds clear, and the charred sunlight shines through. I probably should bandage this guy up or he will die from blood loss.

I have seen many die from blood loss, it was mostly my fault. I smile at the memories of those weaklings suffering!

Cient's POV (back in heaven):

Finally the clouds have cleared, I hope Ryou is all right. At the rate he was falling he could easily have died.

That is where he fell, but there is no sign of him. That means he has been kidnapped, or he survived enough to walk, for a short distance at least.

He did impact though, I see blood pooled on the ground, in the spot he would've landed. His blood most likely.

It is now all that I can do to hope. Sometimes we can track fallen angels, but he has vanished.

Ryou's POV (the clouds have covered the sun for the night):

I hurt. I am not on a cloud. I have no wings. I am bandaged tightly. My eyes won't open. Some how I still feel safe.

I feel warm arms wrap around me, lifting me from where ever I had been laying. There is that feeling of safety again. Who ever is carrying me is giving me such a strange sense of security.

I move against the warmth, I don't want them to ever let me go.

Bakura's POV:

I'm not sure if I just hugged him closer or if he moved on his own. I do know that I am NOT going to baby-sit a little lost boy. I'm gonna leave him where I found him and hope he lives, though I don't know why I care.

I am now sure he is not a vampire, as he has no fangs. I still wonder what he is, but I now have no worries of leaving him here in where the sun might burn him. He is far too hard to let go.

I will name him Seraph. Why the fuck did I name a complete stranger I will probably NEVER see EVER again!?!!?!?!

If you name things you get attached to them. Why did I have to give him a name??? Oh well, I will just leave now and never see him again.

Good bye beautiful! I called to him as I ran off, though I am almost sure he is still unconscious.

Ryou's POV:

Good bye beautiful! I hear my savior say. It is a male, and he has the most wonderful voice I have ever heard.

Good bye, thank you, I mutter though I doubt he heard me.

I manage to open my eyes, and I see myself in the same ally I had collapsed in. I manage to get into a sitting position. My white robes are now stained with blood and dirt.

I find that all my cuts are wrapped in some sort of gauze. I still feel the pain from my wings, even though they have vanished. They are a painful reminder of my exile.

I wince sharply as I move. I try to stand but my legs are far too unsteady. I hate this pain, I wish it would just end. Many of my bandages are bleeding through.

Pain is all I feel, other then dizziness and hunger. If only I was still with him, the one who had helped me, the one who just left. I wonder what his name is.

I must make one up, and I have nothing better to do, since I can not move. Are there any other words for savior. Yes, guardian, yet that is a ridiculous name. Are there any guardians. Yes, but not many that aren't from heaven, which he is not.

There is one, Cerberus, the three headed dog, guarding the entrance of Hades. Basically, the guardian of hell and the underworld. I can think of nothing else, so it will have to do.

So I now thank Cerberus, for saving my pitiful life.

Bakura's POV:

I want to murder someone, I have been nice WAY too long!

I want to hear them scream as I drain them of their life! Hear them beg for my mercy, and suffer to my hands. I know I sound like a psychopath, but if I have to kill to survive I might as well have fun with it.

Normal POV:

Bakura followed his chosen victim all through town, until they realized they were being stalked. He pounced forcing them against a wall, a few of their bones snapped from the force of the impact.

I want you to beg for mercy, Bakura said his fangs visible from his psychotic grin.

Fear was radiating from the person, so strongly you could almost taste it in the air. Y-you w-w-will k-k-k-kill me an-n-nyway, ev-v-ven if-f I-I plead, they said nervously, stuttering violently.

Bakura's smile turned into a glare as he forced them harder into the bricks of the shop. They cried out in pain as more of their bones were crushed. I could torment you before you die, I could make your life worse then Hell, dragging this out for hours. Or if you beg I might make it quick, it's your choice, Bakura said with menace, Though you will die either way.

P-p-please!! Kill me now!! I don't want a life that is worse then the Hell this one has already been, They pleaded tears forming in their eyes, Don't drag this out, it hurts so much already. Just murder me as it is! They looked like they wished they could of been anywhere but where they currently were, tears in their eyes.

Wish granted, Bakura said his dark eyes flashing He leaned forward feeling the heat of the blood pounding in their neck. Bakura bent his head down, about to bite when he paused.

This person was helpless, broken, and crying. Just like Seraph' was, just like his little angel. A single tear of regret fell down Bakura's face as he bit down, sucking up the luscious life from the person.

The body went cold limp as the last of the blood was eaten. Bakura let go, the body falling to the ground.

Bakura's POV:

Why can't I forget him, he has made me regret a kill. I have never even considered regret as an option. Perhaps there is still hope in this world, and Seraph is that hope.

Hope. What a wonderful word, if only if wasn't a lie. I have to find Seraph again, maybe we can restore something and fix this Hell.

To be continued......

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