DISCLAIMER: The only characters I own are the people on the Azrael. I don't own Star Trek.

This chapter is dedicated to the Guitar God, Mr. Clark(ie). Clark-sensei...you RULE!

Please review. Also, the name of this chapter isn't referring to Enaren. It's referring to Death, or Hades, or something. Guess why...

And a bit of poetry I've decided to title 'Azrael'. If you really let the emotion and feelings flow through you, you'll know the fate of the ship. If you think on it, you'll already know the story, beginning, middle and end. So it's your choice. Puzzle over it as you may. The previous foreward is the meaning to me.

Every time he blinks, an angel dies

Every time he smiles, a person cries

Black skies painted

Sunset red

And now, at the house, it's time for bed

Let him rest his weary, troubled mind

And think no more for the night

Let him dream of his Father Time.

Woden has sworn to care for him,

(despite your faults and flaws)

And thus his life is doomed to dwell

On the horrors that have passed

The kisses and words never exchanged;

There is never any going back.

Yup. That's it. Solemn, meaningful, and seemingly unrelated. Think about it. Hint: It's a riddle. There are clues throughout the entire plot. Here are the questions to ask, since it's like a scavenger hunt.
1. Who is the man/woman (It can be either)?
2. What do the colours represent?
3. If Woden is God, then who does this make the 'angel'?
4. Why would someone else's faults make someone think twice about caring for the person?
5. Who was his/her lover, and why might the words be never exchanged?
6. What is the poem talking about when there can be 'no going back?'

This poem is MINE. Don't steal it, even if it's for an English project. If you DO steal it, give credit to Anij Jinn-K'helyr. Thanks. And I love you, too.

Now review. I've given you enough.

"HIS AFFECTIONS DARK AS EREBUS..."

-from The Merchant of Venice

Moaning in pleasure, Jayvin rolled to face Enaren. The young male gently pulled her shirt back on.

"Jayvin, you might actually need these..."

But she wanted more. She had fallen for him as well, and fallen hard. Enaren knew she was feeling the same way he had only a few days ago. Did relationships always progress this fast? Or were they just an anomaly? He didn't know, but he forced her to calm down, leaving the room until he no longer heard her calls for him and cries of protest. He returned to the room and saw his angel fast asleep.

Smiling, he returned to the process of getting breakfast. It had been an interesting night, he allowed. But if this were to continue, it would have to remain a secret in order for their officers to still respect them. If anything, Jay would have to become crueler in his direction.

Not that he cared. He had the one he loved. Maybe...perhaps...he could talk to her another time about this, before she let her passions take her over.

"Well?" deBoer demanded in the bar/club/cafe area of the Azrael.

"One Rigellian Sipping Stem Drink," she ordered. "For you, Enaren?"

"Just a simple Chateu Picard," he replied. "I'm in the mood for one of those." A moment later the server returned, and deBoer repeated her question.

"So what did you do last night?"

"Wait.." he looked at her accusingly. "How do you know?"

"Just a guess, considering I saw Jayvin at the entrance to your room kissing you. No one else saw, don't worry," she sighed, laughing belatedly at his expression. "I don't think I've ever seen you blush before, lover boy," she rearked, grinning ear to ear by now.

"You're drunk," he accused her.

"What do you think these sipping plants are for?"she confirmed.

"I get it, I get it," he sighed.

"Oh, and just a hint..I'm pretty sure your girl likes ropes...she occasionally comes to command with rope burns on her hands and arms, you know," the somewhat intoxicated officer let slip.

"Point taken. I think I'll see you around, Sub-Commander. Keep your secret to yourself," he warned her.

"Commander, we've got a ship on the radar. It's the Enterprise again, sir."

"Hail them. We've got so much more weaponry and defense than that ship does, it's a joke. Put him on-screen," she ordered, absently fingering the black Borg technology still above her left eyebrow and on her neck.

"Captain Picard," she drawled, looking straight at him.

"Commander Belar. You've changed since the last time I've seen you," Picard remarked, almost sarcastically.

"No, really..."

"You've in violation of Federation space. You are also charged with assault of a Federation vessel without provocation," she ordered suddenly.

"And you're the one ordering me around?"

"Yes, Commander. You have no choice but to surender."

Motioning to put the Azrael under cloak, she turned and smiled evilly at him.

"What about now? Your Federation technology even masks where our transmission is coming in from. You can't see me, Picard. Your precious little Enterrise is totally obsolete," she smirked.

Picard felt the blood draining from his face. How had they gotten ahold of that? The Federation had cloaking technology, but if it were revealed to the Romulans...

"I would like very much to speak with you, Picard. Your ship or mine?" she asked, letting him know already that he wouldn't be able to dispute her terms.

"Mine. Let's meet in half an hour, Commander?"

"Works for me," she sighed. "End transmission."

Pacing in the transporter room, Will Riker wasn't sure what he was going to do. This child had already

matched Picard and revealed her ace card, the cloaking device.

"Will, calm down! She's not going to shoot you down, you know," Deanna Troi said, coming over to rub her lover's shoulders, hoping he would relax a little. The girl was bringing her telapathic aide as well, and it wasn't always the most desirable thing in the world to have a telepath more powerful thean a Betazoid in the room. But she could handle it. She always had.

"Captain," she said in greeting.

"Commander Belar," Picard nodded.

"Well, then..." she smirked, "down to business?"

Careful, Jay. You have no idea what he could be planning. Though at the moment, he's more than a bit...worried. This led Jayvin to grin inwardly. These people had no idea what they were dealing with.

"Indeed. We need you to return the technology," Picard ordered more than a bit cautiously. "As you can probably understand, the Federation cannot let this be known." Personally, he may disagree with breaking the treaty, but still...

"Oh, I have no intention of harming the Federation or revealing the secret of the origin. I'm not interested in promoting a war, or anything that might cause harm to the innocents in this universe," she remarked casually, grey eyes glinting like steel. Anger overtaking her voice, she then let a comment burst forward. "But you, Picard," she spat out, "need to die. You killed the only people I ever had."

Picard had no good comment to respond to that with.

By the end of their 'meeting', she hadn't tried to kill Captain Picard,he had decided to allow them to keep the cloaking technology in return for their silence, and he had grown steadily more uncomfortable with the teenager. It was more than a bit obvious that something had happened in the time between their first encounter and this one.

He realized what it was mere moments after she had left. She, too, had become a Borg.

"This changes everything..." he murmured.

"Of course I want revenge, Ena-chan," she sighed, using his abbreviated nickname. "Picard—he was—he IS...a monster. To allow my parents to fall like that...he needs to die. Then I can get some peace, sleep knowing that my purpose has been fulfilled...Peace that I will never get anyway..always my fault..something I've done wrong...never..." she drifted off.

He sighed quietly in return. This was her purpose. The only reason she was still alive...to serve as the avenger to her parents. After that, she could rest. Maybe before.

And no one ever understands. Ever. Why can they not just leave me to die...ropes...pretty...Jayvin giggled aloud with this thought, more than a little amused. No, not amused. Something in her mind wasn't clicking. Enaren saw the image of a rope binding around her neck, choking her, killing her, as he tapped into her thoughts.

"Jayvin?"

She grinned sickeningly and grabbed hold of the Klingon knife she always carried. She immediately tried to stab her eyes out, laughing loudly when Enaren stopped her, wresting it ouit of her hand. Throwing her to the floor, he heard her cry out, almost in glee.

"See no more, eyes of mine!" she cried, quickly sinking farther and farther into the abyss she had falled into. He was vaguely reminded of Oedipus Rex at the same time, damning Sophocles for choosing to appear.

"Jay! Calm down!"

That was when she managed to grasp the knife again, and plunged it directly into her throat, blood spurting up and bubbling at the cut. She was smiling. Smiling. Watching the grisly scene before him, he heard what were presumably her last sounds. A strangled cry of laughter escaped her bloodied lips, the orbs of grey he knew so well beginning to glaze over. Blood spurted from her mouth as she finally coughed, laughing insanely again. Suddenly, her chest hitched, leaving her body to sink to the floor. Her eyes unfocused, and lost their luster. Jayvin's eyes closed. Then the impact of her death hit him.

This wasn't right. It couldn't be real.

"Tapel to CMO, medical emergency, deck seven. Hurry! We have a possible casualty," he cried. As soon as the comm link turned off, he cried in a haunting voice that would have stopped anyone who heard, until he lay beside her, crying in bursts, not even realizing what a profound effect her death was having on his body.

"He's dying."

"Of course he's dying, idiot! He linked to her with telepathy, and now he's as good as dead," Marcus Kent said, shaking his head. "We can still stabalize the Commander...she's only been dead a few minutes, there's still a chance...hook her up, over there. Now," he ordered, knowing the one machine they had to save souls was her only shot. As a strong pulse of energy was directed through her body, she moved slightly. "Brain activity returning, I think we've got her," Kent yelled to his subordinates. One gave a whooping yell of happiness, until Kent came over and slapped him.

"We still have patients, you know...shut up, lietenant," he fumed, rushing over to the Caitian hybrid's side. We're not too late, Enaren...wake up.

"There's one more chance for Tapel," he called. Striding over to the area where he kept the vaccines, hypos, and cures for everything he had ever encountered, he brought down one from the farthest corner. He had never encountered it, and didn't think he would, but it had been formulated for Tapel. It would cut off his telepathic abilities completely, and create a dominant set of traits instead to replace the deleted DNA.

Walking over with the hypo in hand, he decided that if Enaren's vitals dropped any lower, he would have to use it. He hoped he wouldn't; the skill he held as the most valuable asset would be taken away. He just hoped it wouldn't be necessary.

Junior Lieutenant K'lan had heard about Tapel Enaren's recent hopspitalization, as had the rest of the ship. She was just more..concerned. He was part Caitian, she knew, and gently smooting down her ruffled snow-white fur, she decided to try and comfort him. She was fully Caitian, and cared more than a little about anyone of her kind, it was more than expected. In her society, everyone looked after another, regardless of familiarity or not.

Walking into sickbay, she turned her head until she saw the prone form of Tapel Enaren, more human than Caitian.

"I'm not here to harm him," she said gently, her voice musical and kind, much like herself. Eying her warily, the CMO allowed her to pass. She sat next to him, simply placing a feline paw on his hand and purring gently. She slowly closed her eyes as she purred, focusing only on drawing each breath in and out. As she drew each breath, she imagined herself bringing in life, and as she exhaled, she pushed it into the other being. In doing this, she slowly drained her own energy, but as she became tired, Enaren became slowly more at ease, more peaceful. The CMO, Marcus Kent, watched from the far end of the room in awe. Sometimes medicines, cures, and even surgery could do nothing, but something this simple could.

As Enaren's eyes slowly opened, so did Jayvin's. The young Caitian was curled up, sleeping, her white fur a little mussed where her head lay. Her paw was still on his hand, and when awake, Tapel tried his best to move out of the way without waking her. He knew the Caitian lores and traditions, and knew what she had done. Thanking her silently, he walked a bit unsteadily over to Kent.

"I want her name, please," he said, both curious and commanding.

"Junior Lieutenant K'lan. Caitian, age 15. She's one of the refugees that decided to stay," he said. "She comes in every now and again for exhaustion issues, she spends a lot of her time trying to pay the Azrael back for what they did to rescue her."

"She's not a junior lieutenant anymore. I want her to be fully ranked as a lieutenant, when she wakes up let her know to meet me in the club area sometime. Tell her to contact me," he remarked in passing, going over to the now-awakened Jayvin.

"Jayvin?" he called softly, realizing that this wasn't the first time this week she had been here with serious injuries. "I thought I'd lost you, love," he murmured to her, stroking her short hair, cupping her face in him hand.

"I..." she stared, but just as quickly gave up.

"You...?"

"I owe him one...death..." she murmured. "His dark affections have captured me..."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"No...that was just what he told me before I woke up. He told me that I was to be one of his ladies, one of his loves...because I was his..." she trailed off, recounting her post-mortem experience. Enaren sensed hunger for that kind of love, a need for a master...a need for an uncaring—unfeeling, even—love. A kind of love he doubted he could give.

"I'm sorry, Jayvin...so sorry," he whispered, the tears beginning to flow once more. He couldn't ever heal his angel, and there would never be anything anyone could do.

YAY! I'm out of school on Easter break, don't have to go back 'till Tuesday. Awesome, huh? I'm also happy because, once again, I saw Master this weekend...heeheeheehee...technicqally it was Thursday and since it's a Saturday...well...so sue me.

And I lied. There will be some bondage in the chappys to come, but not much. Let's call it 'light bondage'. AKA, not what your typical slave has to do. Wait...does that make me an atypical slave? Or a slave with a Master-in-training? (giggles, gets mean look) Sorry, sir... Heh. WHAT! Stop laughing, it's not funny. Just kidding, everyone who knows thinks it is. (goes dreamy and happy) The rope marks are still on my arms, too...and my wrists...and I'm happy..,XD. And no, I don't actually care about sharing my throughts on here. Besides, anyone reading this either doesn't know me personally, and if they do, chances are they already know about this. Haha. Like it says on the JinnTwins profile page, I'm honest.

Meep.

I'm also listening to Atreyu. All the songs I've listened to while writing this story, just 'cuz I'm bored...

This is the New Sh-t by Marilyn Manson

The Crimson by Atreyu

Creature by Atreyu

A Vampire's Lament by Atreyu

Watermark by Enya

An Interlude by Atreyu

The Rememberance Ballad by Atreyu

Angel With the Scabbed Wings by Marilyn Manson

This Flesh a Tomb by Atreyu

Ex's and Oh's by Atreyu

Kill the Switch by Circle Takes the Square

Tempus Vernum by Enya

The Celts by Enya

Adiemus by Enya

Cursum Perficio by Enya

Hello by Evanescence

Tourniquet by Evanescence

Drunk on Shadows by HIM

Your Sweet 666 by HIM

Wings of a Butterfly by HIM

Resurrection by HIM

Crawling by Linkin Park

Easier to Run by Linkin Park

Faint by Linkin Park

Forgotten by Linkin Park

Irresponsible Hate Anthem by Marilyn Manson

Long Hard Road out of Hel- by Marilyn Manson

Rock is Dead by Marilyn Manson

Coma White by Marilyn Manson

Vertigo by U2 (Many many many times over and over)

Riverdance Theme by Riverdance

All the Things She Said by Tatu

Reinventing Your Exit by Underoath

I'm Content With Losing by Underoath

Weapons of Mass Deception by The Unseen

Kill to Believe by Bleeding Through

This is How a Heart Breaks by Rob Thomas

Headstrong by Trapt

Left Behind by Slipknot

Bleeding Mascara by Atreyu

Whew! There you have it, I will go ahead and recommend any Enya songs, Adiemus and Amaratine are particularly good, as well as any Evanescence for those depressing chapters. Marilyn Manson forever! U2 is for the upbeat chapters. Linkin Park whenever you feel like it. Riverdance...is random. Use when writing intros and finishing throughts. Same goes for Underoath. Atreyu is great because they are the singlehandedly most awesome and versatile band out there. Hee...I'm done...

Oi. And a happy new year-in April!

-Anij Jinn