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A/N: THANKS SO MUCH ALL OF YOU FOR REVIEWING AND ALERTING! :D So, welcome to the second chapter, and PLEASE review for those who just alert - :D
Now, I think I should probably back up a bit to explain, okay?
Hmm. Lets see here…
Oh yes. It all started – Cliché, cliché, cliché… Hold on, lets see if there's another way to start this.
…
Nope.
Suppose its cliché for a reason, eh?
So, it all started about three or so days ago… When I was busy practicing blowing stuff up- AND YES that does take practice.
Of course, Oh so wonderful Erik decided to embrace me with his worshipful presence whilst I twas in the middle of finding new ways to set fire to a hay bale.
Hey! That's actually really useful you know- and very important, setting fire to hay bales…
But the point is, I saw him about a mile away, Black and silver wings tucked behind his back, black hair in a "natural" wavy style, and grey eyes coolly examing everything around him. Anguls fell over his feet, giggling and flirting…
Excuse me while I barf.
I rolled my eyes, and continued setting fire to the hay bale in front of me, calmly imaging him sitting on it…
Needless to say, it exploded, making a rather nice BOOM when it disappeared into ash and nothingness.
"Blowing stuff up as usual, Annie?"
"It's Anne, Retardo."
"Got to love your comebacks, Annie."
MUST NOT KILL ERIK. MUST NOT BLOW HIM INTO TEENY TINY PIECES. MUST NOT KILL ERIK.
God, I hate Holly for liking Artemis.
"Look, Retardo, Why are you here-?"
He smirked, and I was stunned for a second- Thinking, OHMYGOD, IT'S DRACO MALFOY INCARNATE! - But that moment passed, thankfully- though seriously, he could have been- all you would have had to do would dye his hair bleach blond…
Anywho- speaking of idiot characters, I wonder if he sparkles like Edward Cullen..? He DOES look like a vampire…
Ahem. Sorry.
"I'm here, Annie, because Holly and Artemis have another mission."
KILL ME. PLEASE.
Or rather, KILL HIM.
"Ah."
My brilliant response- aren't I intelligent?
"Is that all you can say?"
"Nah, Retardo, I'm just thinking up new ways to make your life miserable."
"I'd like to see you try."
"You do have a point- I've already made your life miserable- now I have to out do myself!"
Queue Noticeable Silence.
"Please grow up, Annie. And Zachary will be coming in a few moments."
Erik spun on his heel and strode out, his usually calm grey eyes flashing in irritation.
I will admit that I felt childishly pleased with myself.
I tapped my foot, glanced around at the grey walled room- and sighed. So, Zach would be coming to brief me on our mission, eh?
So, Zachary was a bit of a crossbreed- He was a defender/destroyer Angel- and twas very buff. He was also Guardian Angel to Butler.
And since I don't like the name Zachary- I nicknamed him Buffy.
Actually, I should probably go over all my friends before Buffy comes in-
I am rather fond of Buffy, and Midget. Probably my two closest friends. Midget's real name is Tara- but I like calling her midget.
She's a very short Earth Angul, and happens to be Guardian to the one and only Mulch Diggums..
Why are you giving me that confused look- OH! It's the whole Angel class thing isn't it?
So- There are two main classes. The Elemental Class of Angels, and The Ability Class.
In the elemental class there are …
-Earth Angels- (Power over moving dirt, rocks- finding gems especially.)
-Storm Angels- (Power over weather, obviously.)
-Chaos Angels- (We aren't really well liked- but we do anything that has to deal with Death and destruction elemental wise.)
And perhaps the most common one- Light Angels. Who deal with different types of energy- Emotional Energy, physical energy… that type of thing.
The Ability class on the other hand has…
-Defender Angels- (Some of the best guardians out there..)
-Destroyer Angels- (A different class of the Chaos Angel- more mental than elemental really)
-Weapon Angels- (Gotta love 'em.)
And their most common Angel-
Psychic Angel (Lots and lots of different mental abilities.)
Wing colors vary- but most have to deal with their abilities.
Now that explanation is over- lets move on with the story, shall we?
Buffy walked in, his simple black and white wings- which were HUGE, mind you- awkwardly tucked in behind him. He looked uncomfortable, and I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Look, just brief me, OK?"
"So, Artemis has this idea-
"He always has ideas."
"Yeah, but the general idea is that-
I would never EVER figure out what happened or what Ol' Artie's idea was, because at that moment in time, the red alert went off.