AN / Hiya, I'm angel Raziella, thanks for coming; Bahamut and me have decided to join up and do a joint fanfic. We both hope you'll enjoy it. (Me more than him because if I've messed this up, that's a perfectly good fanfic down the tubes so, PLEASE DON'T HATE IT!

No animals are brutally slaughtered with any reason in this chapter. If you are a little squeamish, don't read. But its only one reference, so don't mind it.

Angel & Bahamut: ON WITH THE SHOW!

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Chapter Two- Fears

Her mother shrieked, her heart filled with both surprise and fear as she ran to grab Mary, scooping her up and running in the opposite direction, forgetting the spilt groceries. The child cried, squirmed, and eventually struggled so hard, that she fell out of her mothers grip and ran with a muddy face, back to the Angel.

The child threw itself at the Angel, causing him to fall back from his position, perched back on his elbows. The child hugged his aching chest and cried. Slowly, he reached up a hand and placed it on Mary's back, rubbing it soothingly, trying to forget the burning agony of tears hitting his chest.

The mother stood, dumbfounded, shock on her features and tears still streaming her face. Still in shock, but then it occurred to her that, like dogs and other innocent creatures, children are very smart, able to tell in most cases if someone is a cruel person. So if her suspicions are correct, why isn't the child hugging her and wanting to be picked up. However, though she passed it off all the time and put it down to good imagination, she was starting to believe, and there may be something to it. Unable to believe what she was thinking, she stood and watched, dazed…

The Angel tried to sit up but found he was unable. This is because of his awkward landing, and his blind attack on the Hylden Lord, his wings had been snapped like twigs! He let out a soft grunt. Mary, having noticed, knelt beside him, getting her red and white polka dot dress all dirty. All sweet and adorable, she squeaked "Are you okay? Mr. Angel Sir? Should mommy 'n' me go get a sticky thing?"

"Ugh," he groaned, "Child, what is a sticky thing?" he asked, trying to stay cool and collected, even through the immense pain.

"Oh! A sticky thing is when you have, a little piece of thingy that's sticky put on your booboo, and, and it makes it all better!" she exclaimed, beaming at him with big, chocolate eyes, panting because she had spoken REALLY quickly. She stuck a knee out and showed it to him,

"See, that's a sticky thing! It really hurts when they have to be tugged off though" She said, pointing at a plaster/band aid (that had obviously been picked off and stuck back down by herself) Janos looked at it with dislike or interest. "No thank you child, it's quite fine."

The little girl puffed up, enraged, "MY NAME IS NOT CHILD! IT'S MARY!" she yelled, "AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT MR ANGEL SIR!" Janos, for the first time since his arrival, laugh full heartedly. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the tree behind him. He pulled the little girl into a small play fight on his knee, completely forgetting that, under normal circumstances, the child would have been lunch by now.

Mary's mother slowly approached, watching her only child, writhing in the Angels grip, only she was laughing! Janos stopped for a moment, letting Mary catch her breath and grinning up at her mother. "Is this little bundle of mischief yours?" he asked. A little voice from below yelled "THAT'S MARY!"

Janos laughed as the mother nodded, she held out her arms for her baby, silent tears cascading. He turned the child to see him and whispered to her in a parenting manner, his mood changed a little for the better, "Now Mary, its time you go back to your mother"

She huffed a little, and then got up, kissed the Angel and returned to her mother. Her mother took her hand, in shock an in silence, forgetting the oranges, she walked away. The little girl looked back at Janos and called back in a whisper. I'll come back later.

Janos grinned.

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Night came in a few hours. Mary was tucked into bed with her old, worn, brown teddy bear called, Ted Bear. Original… when she was sure her mother was downstairs, she slipped out of bed ,got dressed inn her polka dot dress, put on the slightly over sized, blue coat she had grabbed from downstairs, filled a small back pack with a few things , slipped it on and made for the window.

She slowly, slid the window up, climbed up, and then climbed down the wall vines on the other side until she reached the soft ground below, and then, ran…

Down the street ,over a fence, over a hedge across a busy road and across the supermarket…

Janos didn't move .Not ,once. Until he heard a sound, gentle steps coming towards him. As it emerged from the darkness, his hand shot out, grabbed and sank his fangs deep into its throat. It was dead within moments. A deer…grazing…

Then, his keen senses picked up something else. And not just the horseless carriages as they zoomed past mysteriously illuminated the shiny, black road ahead of them. Another set of gentle steps, but this time, he picked up a scent. A familiar scent, that girl! Mary! And then, a most terrible thing happened.

A high pitched scream ripped through the air, meeting his ears with shrill deft accuracy. Due to his feeding earlier on, he was able to force himself up, to come to her aid…

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He came to a small route ,it looked like she had lost herself. She knelt against a brick wall, quivering as a big, rabid dog growled at her, bearing its teeth and snarling. Without a second thought, Janos was in there!

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