Disclaimer: I do not own any of TDI or TDA's characters. I only own the idea of the story.

Author's Note: Oh, hi people! Thank you so much for your great reviews on the first chapter! I was so happy when I read them, so I decided to start on the second chapter right away.

Please enjoy!

Chapter 2

The pain in Courtney's head was dull and throbbing. She reached up and rubbed tiny circles on her temples. No help, at all. She dug her fangs into her lower lip, and groaned.

"Aah, stop it!" She yelled. "Just leave me alone!!"

His dark, chill-inducing voice echoed in her head. You know what to do, Courtney…just stop holding back…and the pain will go away… Embrace your destiny, Courtney…

She shook her head, clutching her hair. "No!" She shrieked.

Suddenly, a stinging, burning sensation erupted in the very center of her chest, like a claw gripping at the spot where her heart used to be. Its grip tightened.

The voice's volume raised to an unspeakable level, yet, unsurprisingly, the people below heard nothing unusual.

You are mine, Courtney. Your wretched soul belongs to me. And I will not hesitate to destroy it! Now, do as I say!

With her left hand holding onto her chest, she swept her right hand over the city below, casting a black fog over the people below. Of course, the fog was invisible to them.

Screech

The sound of tires screeching, and a woman screaming filled her ears. She fell onto her hands and knees, and crawled over to the ledge to watch the entire scene.

A young woman, leaning over the unmoving body of a man—her husband, perhaps. She was crying. And there was blood everywhere. The man was definitely dead. The car was still over the man, covering his bottom half.

The driver had crashed right through the windshield, also bleeding profusely. Two men dead, one woman mourning. The voice grunted in approval.

Can you feel that, Courtney? Can you feel all the sorrow…and anger coming from that one woman? We've just secured another soul. What else can I expect from one of the best? The voice cackled, before fading away completely, along with the pain in both her head, and chest.

She stayed in the same position for some time, watching the people below crowd around the whole scene.

She slammed her hand down onto the floor continuously, until black ooze began to seep out from the cuts forming on her hand. "Damn it!!!" Courtney cursed over and over again.

Suddenly, a warm, soft...nice feeling wrapped itself around her wrist, and pulled her up. And she then felt a presence. The presence made her feel safe and relaxed—something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. She looked up at her wrist, which was raised above her head, bleeding.

A soft, barely audible gasp escaped her lips.

Courtney jerked out of the warm, gentle grip, and whirled around to face the intruder. Her dark lips turned down into a frown. Damn it. She inwardly cursed. This was something she definitely didn't need right now.

She took in the appearance of the Angel standing in front of her: he had skin that was paler than a normal human's; his hair was formed into a short Mohawk, with a tint of green to it; he had several piercings on his face and ears; and a pair of devastatingly beautiful teal eyes. The Angel looked unusual(ly handsome) to Courtney, for he was wearing a black shirt with a large skull in the center, and a pair of much-too-baggy shorts.

He looked much more like a demon, but definitely had the presence of an Angel. She took a slow step to the side.

Before she could open her mouth to talk, the Angel began to speak.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was low and devoid of any emotion except anger.

Courtney stood up straight, and regarded him with her usual, cold expression. "My job." She answered bluntly.

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Duncan stared at the (gorgeous) Demon in front of him, eyes narrowed, fists clenched tightly. Right now, he was absolutely…pissed…off.

All I wanted was a few hours to cool off and relax, but nooo. A Demon had to show up here of all places, and choose this exact freaking moment to kill somebody! Dammit, why the hell can't I ever have my fun?!

He took a small step toward her, and she took a small step back. He sighed in exasperation. They stared into each others' eyes for a few moments.

What now? Duncan asked himself. He was an Angel for the love of God (no pun intended)! He watched over people and made sure they didn't die accidentally before their time or in their sleep. He wasn't an Archangel. He had no idea how to deal with Demons, especially powerful ones like this. He was way out of his league here.

His eyes wandered up and down her gorgeous form, until they landed on her wrist, which was bleeding (if you could call it bleeding) rather profusely.

Duncan shifted his eyes to her face, staring into her eyes. What he saw in her eyes surprised him. He saw guilt, over the horrible things she'd done in her life; agony, over the pain she felt everyday; and…a sort of bittersweet satisfaction over what she'd just done.

The tension between them was almost unbearable. He decided to break the silence. "I've never seen a Demon beat themselves up over something they did to a human." He said with a sneer. "Why are you so guilty?"

She turned away from him. "That's none of your concern." She said firmly.

"I know." Duncan said, "But, I'm curious."

The Demon looked over her shoulder, at him, with narrowed, blood red eyes. She then, without another word, disappeared into thin air.

Duncan stared at the spot where she used to be, and let out a breath he forgot he was holding.

He could still feel her cold skin on the surface of his palm.

And he could still see her intriguing red eyes flashing with danger.

From that moment on, he decided that there was something about Demons that the Archangels didn't tell him about at the seminars they held. There was something that they didn't want him, or any of the other Angels to know about.

His large, feathered wings burst through the black fabric of his shirt. His 'human clothes' faded away, transforming into the usual, bright white ensemble he had gotten used to, but still secretly loathed. Now, he was in full Angel form, and was invisible to the humans below.

Duncan took a step back, and then sprinted forward, and off of the roof. The cold wind rushed through his clothes, and the feathers of his wings. It was invigorating. Nothing but the rush of adrenaline that only came from leaping off of tall buildings gave him more excitement.

His wings began to flap, and soon, he was flying upwards, towards Heaven, his home.

Duncan made sure to fly faster and swifter than any time he'd ever flown before, because he had some questions that definitely needed to be answered.

A/N: And that's the end of Chapter 2. Aw…poor Courtney! Don't worry; I'll explain what happened to her in Chapter 3 or 4. The meeting between Duncan and Courtney was kind of short, but there are plenty of other times for them to meet. Now, anyways, please review! I wanna know if you guys liked it, loved it, or hated it. All opinions, thoughts, and suggestions are definitely welcome!