The human simply looked at her. After a minute he nodded, he seemed to think she was safe, but without her powers she wouldn't know. She internally groaned, and she gritted her teeth, in frustration.

"And you're name madam? Rose?" his voice snapped her back to reality and she looked at him. Once more she wanted to groan and scream. The angels hadn't even thought of a human name for her.

"Why do you say that?" she asked him. He shrugged.

"You're beautiful, milady, like a red rose. Beautiful, but with thorns."

She raised one perfect eyebrow.

"You're right," she told him.

A smile played on his lips.

"I know."

Despite herself she giggled a little.

"Are you new to the village?" he asked as they began walking away from the field from what she realized were roses.

"Yes. I got lost on my way, as you may see. Do you think you may be able to help me?"

"Of course."

"I appreciate it," she answered.

"It's of no problem."

She looked at him from the corner of her eye and saw he was looking right at her. Why was it that he seemed more handsome now, than before?

She heard it first, and she stopped on her tracks. The human stopped next to her.

"What is it?" she leaned to right, trying to listen.

"Do you hear that?" she asked him. He shook his head, and she started walking away.

Near the entrance of the town, she slipped in a puddle of mud. She was going to fall, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the pain of the hit, but it never came. Opening her eyes she stared into his green eyes.

His hand was on her forearm, making her skin tingle. She was breathless as she thanked him.

"No problem."

From the corner of her eye she saw a pair of brown eyes boring into her head. A vampire. And he knew she was an angel.

Why couldn't her job be a bit easier?

3rd POV

Upon waking up, she was disoriented, instantly she knew Raphael had used his powers on her. She raised her head, her eyes meeting her best friend's. The memories from yesterday came into her mind, making her mind reel. The emptiness in her chest was unbelievable.

Leaning back she asked in a small whisper, "Why?"

The blonde angel hesitated before answering, knowing the words were going to cut deeply.

"He was caught dealing with the vampires."

Nothing else was said, nothing else could be said to ease her pain. "I feel it too," her friend said.

When she didn't answer, Shekinah asked her, "Have you seen the new angel?"

Rose only nodded. She sat up on the bed, her feet dangling, and she set her feet on the cold floor. She walked to the balcony, from there she could see almost everything. Slowly and carefully, she got up on the rail, the wind blowing her hair forward.

She extended her wings, which were as bright as the sun setting up. Not listening to Lissa, she flew away from home, trying to get away from anything.

Was she pathetic or what? She descended on the same place from before, and stood at the edge of the cliff.

"You took him."

She snapped her head towards the voice, and found the vampire from the day before standing a few feet behind her. She knew what he was talking about, Christian, Abaddon, whatever he was called now.

"And you took my brother," her words were bitter and cold.

"Fair enough," he answered.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"Getting used to his black wings."

She closed her eyes tightly. Closing her wings, she turned around, to face him.

"Aren't you suppose to be taking away souls or something?" he asked, analyzing the broken angel before him.

"You are hurting," it wasn't a question, it was a statement. She didn't bother denying it, either. Instead she looked away from him, and into the horizon.

"Why?" he was curious. An angel hurting, an angel as beautiful as she was? What could have possibly be wrong with her life? After all, she decided who lived and who died.

She laughed, humorlessly,"You don't think an angel is capable of hurting?" He pursed his lips.

"No."

"Of course."

Her eyes hardened, Azrael, the real Azrael, the old one, was coming out.

"My life was perfect. Like you said, I decide who lives and who dies. I have life and death at my fingertips, I am one of the most feared angels... One of the eldest, but guess what?"

Her hard eyes met his brown ones.

"I'm not happy. And I can not do anything about it. I fell in love with an angel, and we can't even be together."

He had nothing to say to her.

"That's right," she said harshly.

The vampire took two steps backwards, a little terrified of her. He reached out, putting a slightly cold hand on her arm. She slumped forward, feeling not better, but a little bit relieved. He pulled his hand back, shoving his hands into his black pants.

"Take me to him," she commanded.

He sighed, "Alright. Follow me."

She stood up, closing her eyes, morphing into a human. As a human her skin was bronze, her hair and eyes complementing her skin very well. She wore a white dress, reaching her knees, with silver flats.

She looked down at her feet and her hands. It'd been a while since she'd been human. Usually, only other angels could do this, but since the first time she was sent as a human, the other archangels had agreed on giving her this power. Now, she could morph into human any time she wanted, her angel powers and communication were cut off.

Her tattoo was still there, once she was done, she looked up.

"Ready, angel?" he asked her, smiling at her.

Tentively, she returned the favor, with a small, yet dazzling smile of her own.