Nephilim

Summary: She was the last of the pure Angels in Heaven. Her voice called out to the souls of all, her laughter brought peace to even the darkest of souls. She was born of light, and was loved and protected by all the Angels of Heaven... But some plot to kill her but instead of killing her, they somehow managed to drop her on Earth, making her A Fallen instead and to make matters worst she falls into the Territory of a Demon...The Demon... The Demon Lord Himself. Who takes interest in this pure little Angel thrown into 18th century Earth.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

MERRY CHIRSTMAS HAPPY NEW YEARS

Chapter 15: The Witch's Family

It was only when a young man nearly ran into me and we both went tumbling down. I moved to the side taking the impact on my forefront so as to protect my wings.

It was only when I was down and the man besides me was staring straight into my frightened eyes with worry did I begin to realize that throughout my entire outing, no one has made note of the woman with Angel wings sprouted behind her.

The man struggled up and helped me up, I was shaking. He smiled gently and looked down at me.

"Are you okay?" I nodded, still shocked by the sudden impact.

"I am so sorry, I was not seeing very clearly...Ow lord, what a nasty scrap, let me take care of it for you." I looked at his own bruised arms before looking down at my own.

"I should have been paying more attention as well...I am...sorry." My head began and I leaned against him for support.

He tightened his grip on me before lifting me off the group.

"Why don't I go take care of that for you."

"But how about your wound." I murmured.

"This is nothing. A young lady should not be scared."He began to walk away as if nothing was coming out of my mouth at all.

I turned around to see why none of the others were protesting this man's taking me away, only to notice that none of the other guys were around.

They were gone, and I am stuck with this stubborn man who intends to fix up my hurt arm despite my protests. I was going to heal, and he-a mortal- was going to see my flesh close up.

Great! Just what I needed, getting into trouble because I exposed us to the human race. The man would be in great danger.

"Do not worry, my mother is an apothecary. She'll take care of this for you." I smiled my thanks, just accepting the ultimate outcome that I was not going to win this little debate at all.

He carried me all the way to his home, a large stoned palace like structure much smaller than Darien's but somehow so much more...appealing.

Inside, an young woman came rushing forward to greet the man. He asked for the were-about of his mother and headed in that direction without paying much mind to the woman.

His mother was in a green room. Plants growing everywhere. And an old woman bending over to gently speak to a bush of white roses.

"Sorry, my mother is very attached to her plants." She straightened up when he spoke out loud.

"Dear. What brings you home so soon...and with an angel no less." That had be freezing in fear. Could his body tell I was an Angel?

"Mother, please focus. I accidentally ran into this young lady and I am afraid I ended up hurting her, I would like you to take a look at her arm for me. I will have Mia look at mine, where is she?' His mother walked over to us and looked at me head on.

"She is bathing." He nodded and turned around.

"Um dear...would you not like to put her down first, or do you intend to keep holding her all day?" He nervously laughed and released me, I thanked him before turning away to stare at his mother, whose face was upturned with a secretive smile.

"Lovely to finally meet you dear. Come along let me see that nasty cut of yours." I moved closer to her but did not immediately offer my arm.

"No its nothing serious really, I am perfectly fine. Your son overreacted." She shook her head and took my arm anyways.

"None-sense, Michael is very careful about these things. Here let me see." She looked at my arm and then looked into my eyes knowingly.

"Well, I guess there is a first time for everything... How about you join us for tea then." My arm had already healed, there was only a slight reddish bruise on my arm.

I could not refuse the apothecary as she grabbed me by the elbows carrying me to their rather cozy sitting parlor.

A butler came in with a tray of tea and small cakes followed by the young man who had brought me to his mother's, an adorable young woman in his arms.

His bruised hand was already tied in a white bandage and I could feel the flesh beginning to heal. Whatever herb the woman had offered him was very effective.

We spent the rest of the day together in that little parlor, them drinking tea and eating cakes, while I listened to their wonderful stories and homely jokes.

"Serenity its getting very late, where are you lodging, its getting quite late and you might have to stay here with us. We can send out a messenger to your guardian to inform them that you are staying here with us." I imaged it, a messenger, probably a young man, freshly in training to be a knight, heading over to Darien's castle to inform him that I was not going to be at his home tonight, in his bed, in his arms. The image had me shivering from fear...or dread.

One of the two.

"I do not think that my....guardian...would take that news lightly. My guardian is...rather...difficult to deal with." Michael looked at me; our eyes met then he looked away when his mother began to talk again about the magical healing ability of the plants in her green room.

"Yes, nature is the most powerful being in existence, near to the Heavenly Father that is. Nature is a force on its own. It is more powerful than man and any other supernatural being because its one giant creature, more intelligent because all of its parts share a common mind and more fair because its view is far wider than that of any other creature's on this earth. Nature is truly amazing." Michael's mother, Liana nodded her agreement to me, I could tell from the feel of her aura that she was taking a liking to me.

And I was pleased, she was a nice and very interesting woman, she had a deep sense of the supernatural, she also had an otherworldly aura about her.

The way she was looking beyond my head or being made me feel like she was really seeing my wings. Which made me immediately nervous whenever her eyes fell on me.

"You are not like other people Serenity. Where do you hail from?" I turned a bit red trying to think of a good way to lie through everything.

"Um...I come from higher up...somewhere on the upper..." The young woman who had entered with Michael nodded, leaning in closer to me, her cup of tea long ago forgotten as she listened to me speak.

"You come from the High Lands, you do not have the High land look about you. But your tone does indicate a rather Asiatic, African heritage, but its almost impossible to indicate correctly where you originated from." Amanda; she was Michael's younger sister and a scholar by heart. She was very intelligent and listened more than she talked.

I simply laughed, thinking about what would happen if I explained to her that I actually have every ethnical background in me.

That as an Angel, I was technically all the ethnicities in the world; that is the one best thing about being an Angel, you were not classified by race, we all just have one race.

But, her little comment has just freed me from having to make up a lie-or telling the truth- about my home country.

"So what is your ethnicity...huh....are you African mix with perhaps European...or are you Asiatic European...Perhaps somewhere in the Russian Empire...tell me...tell meeee..." She leaned so far into me, that the cup of now cool tea she was holding spilled all over me.

I sprang up and she pulled back, gasping in surprise.

"I am so sorry Serenity...God I tend to get far too excited with new study cases...I apologize for my careless impudence. Here let me..." She turned over the pile of cakes, and those also happen to fall over my dress.

"Why don't you sit down dear Amanda. Michael escort Serenity to the bathing room, to wash off and get a change of cloths for her. Amanda go get a maid to clean this up; I have work to attend to." She rose from her seat and I was certain that I could see plants in her wake as she exited the room.

Amanda apologized once more before leaving to do as her mother has ordered. Michael took me upstairs to get ready.

"I am so sorry for my sister, she does not get this excited on a daily basis, so I am happy to see her so optimistic, I am sorry that it was at the expense of your rather beautiful dress though." I shook my head looking down at the dress.

"Its just a dress... I am just sorry I could not answer her clearly enough." Michael chuckled as he bowed low pointing to the bathroom entrance.

I entered.

As I worked to remove the dress, I remembered that I could not open this dress...this was the monstrous contraption Molly had asked me to adorn earlier after she had purchased it from a store.

"Do you mind opening this contraption for me. I cannot reach the mid-rift." For some strange reason, Michael's aura flared, and his entire body became warmer.

I could feel the tension in him, it was so palpable.

"Um...would you not prefer a maid..or perhaps a..."

"No. Just hurry, its getting sticky."

Michael complied, I heard his silent nervous steps as he approached me. He was about to unzip the back of my dress when the door burst open and everything just turned horrid.

Darien.

I had not felt his presence.

But now I could feel his wrath.

Michael went slamming into the wall behind me. Chocking. As I stood staring into the eyes of Lucifer.

"Darien. What do you think you are doing?" I frowned at him, standing there angry as if I cared about his anger.

"Malachite is not at his best...I think someone cast a spell on him. And if my right hand is disabled, I cannot take a chance at you being off without a guard. So from now on you are not going anywhere without me...especially when everytime you go off on your own like this, its to be with another man." He walked towards me, taking my head into his palms.

"I have a right to be with whoever I want to be with...And noting that, do you mind releasing my friend?" I did not have to ask, but I indulged his superiority complex for the moment, in order to save the life of a dear friend.

"Can we not do this until we get home." He released Michael who went galloping to the ground. This was becoming a bad habit of his-chocking my male friends to near death that is- and I was beginning to dislike it very much.

"We will. As soon as we find Malachite." Darien grabbed my shoulder and turned around to look at Michael on the ground.

"Be careful boy. Even one such as you can feel it, do not temper with what is not yours." With that he walked away. I wanted to say something to Michael but I was far too concerned about what Darien might do next to further upset our friendship.

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