"Wait!" Eamon raced out after her, followed quickly by his new found friends. Christopher stood in the center, next to the small fountain, the cool air teased at her hair and dress, and she looked over her shoulder at them.
"What do you want? Bugger off," she shot back softly, but eyes told a different story. She was lonely, Eamon could see it.
"What do you mean 'a terrible sinner'?" Rosette asked, walking over to the girl first.
"When I was born, there was mark running across my right eye and they told me it was mark of Lucifer, the fallen angel. I've learned to hide the mark, my horns, my wings, but…" she trailed off.
"But what?" Azmaria asked timidly, looking up at the girl.
"I was born with sins that I can't repent for…" Christopher replied as she cast a look over at Chrono.
"Surely you understand, I've heard of your story…" she trailed off as the demon looked away uncomfortably from the girl's gaze.
"Aww…." Eamon moaned, and then pulled Christopher in a large hug, her body stiff from shock. "You poor, poor thing!" he cried out, comically hugging her, breaking the dark, melancholy mood.
"Get off of me, bloody Yankee," she muttered, shoving Eamon off her roughly, but he could see she was smiling slightly.
"It's a beautiful day, just look at that sun, we should go somewhere," Rosette suddenly said, grinning at the four, flashing her pearly whites.
"What? Now?" Christopher asked, pulling away slightly.
"Yeah, there's some beautiful country side around here, let's go check it out!" she cried out, grabbing onto Christopher's hand, pulling her away to one of the cars parked outside.
"But… but…" it was useless, no matter how much Christopher struggled, she soon found herself smooshed between Chrono and Azmaria, Eamon had grabbed shotgun, and Rosette was happily driving, humming some unknown, just thought up tune.
Christopher sighed, resting her forehead against the thick pane of glass, her ruby eyes watching the countryside rush past. Soon, Azmaria was humming the infective tune Rosette had thought up, and as soon as Eamon joined in the car was filled with the vibrating sounds of three people humming, while she and Chrono remained silent, annoyed slightly, but secretly enjoying themselves.
"Where exactly are we going, you deranged nun?" Christopher suddenly asked, trying to reach forward to see them.
"What'd I say! I'll tell you when we get there!" Rosette hollered back, though it really wasn't necessary in the small automobile. "And I'm not deranged!" Her eyes seemed to flare with demonic fire in her sudden rage.
"Sure, that's what they all say…" Christopher muttered, resuming her window gazing, already bored, and now thinking back onto her life.
"Christopher?" Azmaria asked quietly, looking up over silently at the girl.
Casually, Christopher glanced over at the pale girl, her hair falling over one shoulder. Not wanting to seem cold, she tried her hardest to smile at the young girl, but it came out slightly weak, watered down from the tears she kept inside.
"Yes, Azmaria?" Christopher asked softly, staring at the girl's large eyes.
"I'm sorry…" she replied, looking tenderly at the girl. Upon hearing this, Chrono looked over at as Azmaria's small hands grasped Christopher's scarred ones.
"Sorry for what? My curse? You had nothing to do with it, so don't feel sorry for me, I don't need your pity," Christopher replied briskly, looking away.
(Back in Christopher's Past)
Christopher sat awkwardly in the chair in front of the one of her few friends at the convent, Brother Bryan, a young man, still on his way to becoming a priest. He tugged at the clasp for his brown cloak nervously, looking at the girl sadly.
"Tomorrow, they're sending me to another convent," he announced, looking away, as though afraid to meet the girl's eyes.
"You're WHAT!" Christopher cried out, pulling away from the young man, surprised and somewhat angry.
"You're leaving?" she rushed out her chair to stand in front of the young man, holding her hands to her chest, tears brimming in her ruby eyes.
"Christopher, I leave tonight… But I wanted to tell you something… I am so sorry that this had to happen," he muttered into her ears, but Christopher pulled away, somewhat horrified.
"No… you said you'd never say that! Don't!" she cried out.
"Say what?" Bryan asked, looking over at her, confused to no end.
"STOP IT! I don't need pity! Especially not from you!" Christopher cried out, rushing out of the room. So much pity, she saw it everywhere, but it never brought her any good, nothing but pity-filled looks, and scared expressions. She slid down the wall, holding her head, trying to figure out her emotions.
"I don't need your pity… I'm fine… I'm not a pity case…" she muttered, rocking back and forth against the wall.
(Back to present times!)
"Ahhh!" Rosette sighed, getting out of the large car, kicking the door open happily. Her arms were stretched above her head and they had reached their destination.
A gently sloping hill reached to the pale blue sky, as thick white clouds floated slowly across the large blue expanse. The wind rushed through the emerald blades of grass, filling the swirling wind with the sound of rustling. Clumps of colorful wildflowers pockmarked the hills.
Happily, the companions made their way to the hill, falling back onto the lush carpet of green. Even Christopher couldn't help but smile as the warm air brushed across her skin, making her still slightly charred hair swirl high above her and play across her face.
"It's breathtaking, little miss exorcist!" Eamon cried out cheerfully, twirling cheerfully, his now blue eyes set upon the surprisingly clear sky.
"I must admit, it's nothing like back home," Christopher replied quietly, sighing as the warm sun washed across her.
"Yeah, it's pretty, isn't it?" Rosette replied happily, plopping down onto the grass next to Christopher, smiling over at the girl.
Rosette didn't know why, but the girl reminded her of Joshua. That hopelessness in her eyes reminded her of the day they met Chrono for the first time, the helpless tone in Joshua's voice when he lamented of his powers, and lack of strength.
"Yes…. Thanks, Rosette," Christopher breathed softly, closing her eyes gently.
"Ya know what this day needs?" Eamon asked, looking over at Chrono with a big grin on his face.
"I don't know… what?" Azmaria asked, looking over at the young man.
"A song… here…" He grinned happily, before taking in a deep breath, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. And with that, he began to sing.
His voice was amazing, every note perfectly in tune. The warm air seemed to let the notes carry farther then normal. Everyone, including Azmaria, found themselves speechless, staring at Eamon as he sung his tune in a sweet voice.
"None sing so wildly well as the angel Israfel…" at those first lines of the song, Rosette found herself shocked and even Chrono cast an odd glance at Eamon as he continued, keeping them held in rapture by his voice.
"And the giddy stars (so legends tell) ceasing their hymns, attend the spell of his voice all mute," Christopher looked at the young man, her partner, his eyes closed as he continued to sing, but as he did, it was surprising.
"Tottering above in her highest noon, the enamored moon blushes with love," the sun broke through the clouds, filling the hills with light, the grass seemed to turn into a soft mint green and all the colors seemed whitewashed, the hues were turned into pastels.
"Yes, heaven is thine, but this is a world of sweet and sours," but he stopped for a moment, his lips closing for a brief second before he started, though they did not know what caused him to falter, but he was joined in by everyone else, their voices mingling in a cheerful medley.
"Our flowers are merely flowers, and the shadow of they perfect bliss, is the sunshine of ours," they finished, all smiling happily in the sun; the clouds had fled from the baby blue blanket of the sky.
"I didn't know you could sing," Christopher muttered, standing up while brushing the stray strands of grass off the hem of her skirt.
"That was… amazing…" Azmaria breathed quietly, looking up at Eamon with admiration.
"Thanks," Eamon replied cheerfully, rubbing the back of his head, running his fingers through his messy hair.
"Where did you learn that song?" Rosette demanded, looking over at Eamon with shock.
"I heard it a while ago, an old friend of mine used to sing it," he replied, looking off into the horizon, staring off at something none of them could see.
"It's just… my brother and I used to sing that…" Rosette murmured and she looked slightly depressed, but she suddenly burst back into her old smiling self.
"It's very poetic," Christopher sighed, before thinking things over and muttering, "Poe."
"You're such a talented singer!" Azmaria exclaimed, clapping her small hands together. Eamon looked over, his hair being brushed away from his face by the zephyrs that swirled around the five.
"I think I said this already, but thanks!" Eamon replied grinning cheerfully, looking over at Christopher. She smiled reluctantly, the corners of her mouth twitched for a moment, before she reluctantly smiled somewhat shyly.
Relaxed, the group slowly reclined back onto the grassy knoll and was soon all sighing blissfully in the summer air. In their idleness, their minds began to wander back to the past, or mull over things in the present. Slowly, Rosette looked over at Eamon, curious.
"Eamon, why did your eyes turn blue?" Rosette asked softly, staring at the now baby blue eyes of the young man, who was still staring at the clouds that floated across the sky.
"That's a long story, but in a way, it's all thanks to you, Miss. Azmaria," he replied, his words carried about by the eddies of wind that danced around the exorcists.
"Me?" she asked unsurely, pointing at herself with a pale, thin hand.
"Yes you, Miss. Songstress," he replied happily, falling happily back onto grass, his hair spreading across the lush blades of grass.
"How?" Azmaria asked, gaining confidence as she spent more time with the young man.
"That's for another time, really," Eamon replied quickly, closing his own eyes, letting the sun wash his skin with peaceful warmth. As he closed his eyes he could hear it so much clearer. The voices. Thousands of voices, singing, praying, all were filling his head, echoing in his ears. Prayers in Latin, in Spanish, in English, in French, and many other languages, and he could understand it all.
"Ugh…" Eamon quickly sat up, grasping his head with rough hands.
Almost instantly, Christopher was kneeling next to him, clutching her hands tight to her chest, worried.
"Eamon! Eamon! What's going on?" Christopher cried out, her voice wrought with worry.
"Eamon… are you okay?" Azmaria inquired timidly, resting her small hands on his head, trying to figure out just what was going on as his breathing became frantic.
Suddenly Eamon started to mutter quickly in some odd language that no one knew, his words slurred and graceful, but as he did, Christopher began to wince, and she let forward a quiet groan of pain as blood began to drip out of her ears, the words sending shudders down her back.
"Christopher? Eamon? Are you alright!" Azmaria suddenly cried out, looking over at Christopher, and soon the entire group was staring at the two new exorcists. And just as it always is, when you think things can't get any worst, something happened and they got an unexpected visitor….
Thanks! I'm so amazed that you all think that this is such a well written fic! But it adds so much stress onto me! But it makes me happy to get all of that praise! I feel so unworthy! sighs but thanks! Next chappy is coming up soon!