A/N: Please forgive me! I've had such a bad and long case of writers block it's not even funny, but I think it's been cured, anyway I realized that I hadn't described Alexiel yet so I'll do that in this chapter, I've also had few ideas for other fan fic so as soon as I write them I'll post them, anyway thanks again!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea that sparked this fanfic

Chapter Five

After finding out that she'd slept for three days, that Demon activity had been on the rise in those three days, and getting dressed, Alexiel felt much better. She knew Lucien was right. They would have a lot to do today. The Lawyer would be by to read the will, and make everything legal. Lucien had been given clothes but due to the fact that he was longer and broader then most males on the estate they hadn't found a decent fitting shirt for him.

She'd left the men's shirt on and slipped into a tight pair of jeans. Since her chest was thoroughly bandaged she decided to forgo a bra seeing as her shoulder would only have taken it out on her later for the impact on the still aching wound. She didn't look the part of a lady at all the way she was dressed. That and the fact that her long honey blonde hair had been hastily brushed and put in a low slightly messy pony tail had her thinking that despite anything her protector may have said on acting like a lady, she certainly didn't look the part.

Unknown to her however said man had walked into her room to find her putting her hair in said pony tail only to stare at her. She'd tucked the shirt into a pair of tight jeans that showed of her bottom half nicely, yet still managed to look comfortable for her, the shirt caught his attention again, she'd let the top three buttons undone to show the bloody bandages still on her shoulder.

He suddenly got the mental image of a 1930's female treasure hunter in the middle of some forgotten dessert. He shook his head free of said image and sighed. Could this truly be the woman he'd waited two hundred years for? Or was he only seeing what he wished from the sensuous, tone, and very beautiful woman before him?

He gave a mental laugh wondering what she would do if she realized that he'd seen her bare chest three days ago. When she'd passed out he'd ripped her night shirt off her to get at the wound and heal it. He wasn't Raphael by any means, but HE could heal a wound on her simply because the wound had been made in the process of committing one of the seven deadly sins, wrath. He'd then used an extra bit of power to produce the shirt to leave her some modesty. Then he'd watched over her almost constantly until she'd awakened, only taking breaks to eat when forced, or when he found he'd fallen asleep

When he returned to looking at her he noticed her eyes on his through her mirror. She was looking him over and appraising him. She'd noted that he'd gotten his hair cut to the length it had been when she'd dreamed him. It just barely brushed his shoulders, and his bangs seemed intent on straying before his eyes. He was in a pair of black slacks and His top half was left out for anyone to view.

He suddenly found himself thankful that the blood mark had dissolved with Rosiel's Death and had to smirk as he noticed that her eyes stayed on his chest one long moment before moving back to his face, or more appropriately, his mouth. Seeing that only made his smirk grow.

"What are you thinking my lady?" He asked as she turned to meet his gaze head on. He was before her in an instant, his intense eyes burning into her own. "Or Rather, who are you thinking of?" He asked her, his silver gaze never leaving the intense emerald green gaze of the woman before him. He knew perfectly well what she was thinking, the little bit of him still within the sword telling him her thoughts at any given time, though he didn't generally pay attention unless it was important.

"I was thinking of you." She said honestly; fully aware that she could back away from him. Those damned eyes had been haunting her dreams for three, technically four days. So had something else, but she refused to think of it. Then she remembered something. (A/n: please don't chew my head off if this isn't exact, I don't want it to be.)

Those beautiful silver eyes were wide in shock and disbelief. She only smiled and walked toward him, walking on water.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to touch my hair?" She asked as she smirked at him. Once she reached the shore she wrapped herself around him. "You won't even warm up to a cold lonely woman, shivering and wet? You truly are a cruel man Lucifel." She said with a smile as she brought her lips to his.

He returned the kiss only to mumble against her mouth, "I know no such name."

She gasped slightly at the memory. It hadn't been hers; the woman in the memory hadn't even looked like her. Hadn't felt like her. The woman in the memory had been stronger both spiritually and physically then Alexi had ever been in her life. And he'd been there. He had looked younger, and there'd been some sort of mark or scar on his chest.

"Alexiel?" He whispered. It was a question; he knew that she held the same name as his beautiful angel of death. He had hoped this was her, since he'd felt connected to the young woman all her life, watching her from under her feet while she played with her father in the chapel. Was this really his beautiful Angel? Could she be the same woman he'd loved? She had unconsciously blocked something from him a moment before, what had it been?

"I found him!" A soft voice within her whispered.

She did push him away finally, only to suddenly find herself missing his intoxicating sent. She let out a slow breath then trying desperately to still her now fast beating heart. She found herself wanting his lips on hers, his arms around her, but some small part of her still refused him.

He wanted to groan and kick himself at the same time. All he could think of was taking her mouth for his own again. Yet she'd pushed him away. So he found himself asking the question on his mind. "If you're thinking of me, why push me away?" He asked instinctively pulling her closer into the circle of his arms.

She sighed, everything in her screaming for the taste and feel of him but she pushed that back and away. "Because I hardly even know you, I've only seen you in dreams Lucien." She said softly trying to clear her mind of him. "I…I can't…" She let the sentence die and was suddenly surprised to have his mouth on hers. The only outstanding difference was that this time it was real. And while her mind fought for freedom from him a single though seemed to douse any attempt at her freedom.

He tastes wonderful.

When he finally broke the kiss she sighed and found that her arms had found their way around him. "You can't what?" He asked with a smile.

"I forgot…but when I remember you can be sure I'll rip you a new Arse." She told him, the slight Irish accent she'd picked up from her mothers side of the family kicking in.

"I'll be sure to remind you then." Was his only reply.

"Are we…interrupting?" Alucard asked as he and Integra walked into the room. Alexiel felt Lucien tense a moment then loosen once he recognized the man and woman. She pulled free of their embrace and smiled.

"No, Lucien was simply offering sympathetic arms." She said, the lie coming easily so as to protect both her and the man in her arms from an interrogation. She saw the grin in Lucien's eyes that didn't make it to his face. She'd just lied for him, and a plan was already forming in his mind of how to win this beautiful woman over. He knew almost as soon as she'd given into his kiss that she would be his, and was his already. But he'd let her convince herself that she did or didn't love him.

He'd help though, help her see that even though she didn't remember, didn't out right know who she was, what she was, that she loved him. Not because of who they had been. They would never be who they had been again. However he could help her fall for him for who she was now. She was still his angel, but somehow his beautiful Angel of death had changed into something more innocent and beautiful, and he found himself liking the change more and more. It suited her well.

"We were called here by your fathers Attorney, apparently, he left us something in his will, and wished for us to be with you after his death, though I'm not sure why." Integra explained as Alucard sized the young looking Angelo protector up. Then a sudden realization flashed in his eyes and he nodded to the young man.

"So that's who you are." He said simply. "I'd almost forgotten about you." This caused her protector to smile.

"I would hate for you to forget me Alucard." He said with a bit of a chuckle.

"What's your name this time?" Alucard asked.

"Lucien." He answered with a nod.

"So she's given you most of your power back then." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Alucard and Integra had been around when he'd first come to the family, and both knew who he truly was.

"Yes, but still not all, I don't want it all back." Lucien answered honestly. In truth the power he'd once possessed as Lucifer scared him now, it was almost too much…He'd ended up giving his power to this family and one other being, one he trusted with his entire being. Now he was who he was…nothing less, and hopefully, nothing more.

Alexi looked at the two and smiled. "Nice to see you both." She said simply.

"I'm sorry about your father. He was a good man, both in what he did, and in raising you." Integra said simply with a slight bow.

"There's no need for you to be sorry. He was going to die anyway, it's sad, but it was bound to happen. There's nothing to be done but move on, and remember him. It's what he wanted." Alexi said simply. "Right now we need to go see that Lawyer, Lucien, would you come with us?" She asked.

"I will, but might I ask why?" He asked smiling. She still refused to give him orders.

Alexi thought for a moment, why did she want him with her? Why did she want him close? An image flashed through her head of the dark croaking voice that had slowly smoothed out as she'd asked for help. Remembered how, though he'd probably been weak, he'd helped her anyway, and lastly she remembered those damned kisses. She gave him a genuine smile.

"I would like you to come with us because I simply feel better with you around." She told him honestly. This time the smile reached his eyes.

"As you wish, my lady." He said stepping to her side but managing to get a hold of her hand.

Together they all walked into her father's old study, her study now and met the lawyer. Alexiel knew him well; he was middle aged and slowly balding with a plump pleasant look to him. He'd reminded her very often of a grandpa, or what a grandfather would look like.

"Mr. Ladson, how are you today?" She asked taking the hand he offered.

"I'd be better if I didn't know what I was passing on to you my dear." He said pulling her into a bear hug.

"Not to worry Mr. Ladson, my father knew what he was doing, he always did." She said as she pulled away and Lucien's hand slipped easily back into hers. Why did she feel safe with his hand there? Why did she feel connected to him?

Because you are, my lady. She heard his voice, yet it sounded different, held more power. And some how she knew he hadn't said those words aloud. Mr. Ladson seemed to notice him then as well.

"And who might this strapping young lad be?" He asked looking from her to Lucien hopefully. He'd always thought she should find a good husband.

"His name is Lucien, he's the Angelo protector." She said easily.

Mr. Ladson looked very surprised. "This is…The protector? He looks…human." He said trying to absorb the information.

"I'll take that as a compliment Mr. Ladson, I always admired the human spirit.." Lucien said with a smile as he offered his hand to the other man. There were two reasons behind it. The first was simply to show respect, the second, was to see how sinful the man really was. What kind of protector would he be if he let something like a human kill his master? Not to mention the woman he might love.

Ladson took the offered hand and smiled. The protector didn't seem so bad. "Shall we get down to business then?" He asked looking to Alexiel.

"Yes we shall." She said with a smile. "We can talk more after the necessities are finished." She told him with a smile.

"We'll the basics are that everything belongs to you, the family business, the house, everything. Except for a few things he left to your guardians." He said gesturing to Alucard and Integra. "He left a series of weapons here for you. With a note to tell you that they were designed to target Mock Angels specifically." He told them. "He also left a few weapons of that nature for you, he said you would know where to find them." Ladson said simply to Alexiel.

"Might I ask what Mock Angels are?" Alucard asked.

"They're a new breed we've been having trouble with the last few years." Alexi explained. "They are vampire ghouls that have been given Demonic or Angelic blood. It makes them harder to put down and require a mix of silver nitrate and holy water to kill." She finished. Lucien stood up suddenly then an old katana appearing in his hand.

"My lady, he said you would know where these weapons are kept?" He said simply, calmly, softly. That voice scared her for some reason, or maybe it was the fact that her adrenaline had been activated and she didn't know why.

"Yes I do, why do you ask?" She said standing behind him. Before she received an answer the alarms started sounding. "Oh, that's why." She said simply She spun as a black blade appeared in her hand. "Mr. Ladson, behind you there is a secret passage, get in it and stay in it until I myself get you." She told him in a dead pan voice as she moved to a large picture frame and revealed a key pad and after pressing a few keys had the painting sliding away revealing what could only be described as a small armory.

"Alucard, these are yours." She said tossing a few guns at him that looked very similar to his vampire hunting ones. "And these are yours Integra." She said tossing Integra smaller versions of the guns she'd given Alucard. "They're loaded and they're yours." She said as she put several clips into her belt loops and grabbed a few guns of her own.

"We ready?" Lucien asked, in the same calm voice.

"One moment please." She said pressing the intercom. "Daniel, where are they in the house?" She asked. She knew that once the alarms went off Daniel would be in the video room keeping an eye on things. "And why the hell are they in the house! I thought there were spells!" She growled. Lucien's soft laughter interrupted her. "Why are you laughing?" She asked.

"The spells last only as long as the Angelo who sets them. Your father set them last, and he is no more." He said simply still chuckling.

"Perfect." She growled.

"They're moving down the hall toward the study, it seems they know exactly where you are." Daniels voice said through the intercom.

"Don't let them get your blood." Alucard and Lucien said in unison.

Alexiel smiled and Lucien suddenly knew that his angel was there behind those Emerald eyes, even if she hadn't woken up yet. "Where do I go to set the spells?" she asked.

"You need to get to the chapel." Lucien answered.

"Then let's go." She said simply as the 'mock angels' as she called them, broke through the door and all four people still in the room rushed to meet them.

A/N: I know you hate me don't you? My first chapter back in action and it's a cliffy…but don't kill me! I promise I'll get the next chapter up sooner! So don't worry too bad, and sorry again for the wait, and the cliffy