Hello, people! I'm back! Well, sort of. This will possibly be one of the final chapters, as I have no further ideas for this story. Who knows, I might gift it to someone else to continue. It could be a round-robin fanfic!

I also have a cold (chest infection, more like) that coincides with a large number of my exams, including population studies, physics, algebra, html coding, and unfamiliar & studied texts. Woot. I also have to finish my fabrics project, so I apologise for my bad mood.

I am planning a sort of prequel series to this one, as this one won't go on forever. I recommend reading it just after this chapter. It explains some... Stuff. As to it's content... I shall keep that a secret. Mwahahaha!

Disclaimer:

*I want a fez is running around, screaming*

I want a fez: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Arriane: What's with her?

Molly: D'you think she's crazy?

Shelby: Nah, she's not crazy.

Molly: Then what is it?

Arriane: Yeah, what is it, Nephilim?

Shelby: Well, you see, she doesn't own fallen, Lauren Kate does.

Molly: Riiiight, and?

Shelby: Well, what makes things worse is...

Arriane: What?

Shelby: ...She has to read a disclaimer!

Molly & Arriane: Gasp!

Shelby: I don't know what to do!

Arriane: Maybe it'll help if I read it?

Molly: Yeah!

Arriane: Okay, I want a fez does not own anything to do with Fallen, apart from her OC, Evangeline, who is quite frankly the best OC I have ever seen, and therefore I want a fez should be worshipped like a goddess for the rest of eternity, and people should send her chocolate.

Molly: Biased, much?

Evangeline's POV

Something was very wrong. Very, very wrong. I had left Daniel's house as soon as I could. I was less than a few steps away from the Council's Chambers when I metaphorically ran head first into Cam. He looked as panicked as I felt. And if he felt it... This was worse than I had had we done? I looked up into Cam's emerald eyes, searching for an answer. I found nothing but more questions. I felt faint, my heart was pounding as though it were a panelbeater trying to hammer it's way out of my chest. I fell to my knees with a gasp.

"Dear Lord, guide me. Show me where I have failed you, raise me above such discrepancies. What have we done? What is she? Why is she? Show me the answers, please. Help me to lead in this time of confusion..." I muttered on and on, losing track of what I was saying and why. I vaguely registered Cam as he knelt beside me, placing his arm around my shoulders and pulling my head against his chest, stroking my hair and murmuring something comforting into my ear. People rushed around the two of us, each in their own state of panic. Just as I failed to acknowledge them, they bore us no heed. So we sat there on the Council Steps, in our own little bubble, the fallen angel and the helpless Queen.

Cam's POV

She had stopped muttering now. The incessant whispering had been replaced by a soft sobbing, after I had moved her gently to her quarters at the back of the huge Council Chambers and lain her on the white cotton befitted bed where she was now curled up in fetal position. I didn't blame her, in fact, there was nothing that I wanted more than to curl up next to her and hide for the next few billion years. Of course, if I had, she would have had to have me banished. Again.

And I knew how hard it was for her the first time. I guess that's why Daniel hated me so much, protecting his sister and all that. However, how he found out SHE had banished me was a wonder unto itself. I fell at least a millenia after he did, just after the crucifixion. She didn't know why I had done it, of course. Why I had joined the forces of the damned to reside forver in the infernal pit. Little did she know that I was pretty much as neutral as an atheist human. I hadn't joined my fallen bretheren, or, not in the pit, at least. I had fallen to save her. To stop those damned demons and their hell-hounds from reaching her. It was all I could do. In a way, I understood Daniel's past predicament. He would do anything to save Luce. He had. He'd pushed himself to the bounds of sanity and beyond, just to save her. To stop her from dying, yet again. To end their eternal dance of death and rebirth. I would do the same, if it meant that I knew she was safe.

But she'd never have me back. Not now. I was one of the fallen, no better than garbage. After all I'd done to protect her.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

I turned to see Arriane and Gabbe walk in, Gabbe going straight to Evangeline, who was now asleep, and Arriane toward me. She put her hand on my shoulder, her face looked almost aged with concern, despite the impossibility of it.

"You should go," She whispered. I knew what she meant. Go find Daniel. I nodded, extracting myself from her gentle grip and striding out the door. I was halfway out of the main doors when I spotted Luce and Shelby, the Nephilim child. Luce hadn't seen me yet, she was busy talking with another angel, who looked extremely peaceful, even for an angel. I looked away to see the Nephilim looking at me. She nodded, shooting a fleeting glance back toward Daniel's house. She obviously knew. I nodded back, before breaking into an easy jog toward the house. This wasn't going to be easy.

So, chapter seven is finally here! I'm gonna write chapter eight now, it's only fair because I kept you waiting for so long. I finished my exams, and I got an award for excellence standard in English (That's A+ to all you non-NZ peoples) and I got a merit (like an A) for Physics. WOOOOOOT!

Remember that important equasion (although now slightly altered); Me(Time + Computer Access) + Reviews = More Chapters! (a little bit of algebra in there for all you math geeks.) :)

~SQUIGGLY!~

Lots of love and Fish Custard,

~I want a fez