Return of the Angels

She woke up coughing. Her lungs ached, her head swam, her body was sore and she was cold. She knew she hadn't died if she could still feel. The feel of the cold floor against her warm exposed body was a blanket that didn't reassure her. The air was cold, damn and heavy that weighed down on her as if her death sentence was drawing closer. It pained her to open her eyes, so she kept them closed, just using her hearing to try and work out what was around her. There was nothing but a still silence that greeted her, and her heart bumped in panic.

She rolled onto her back, her arms were tightly secured behind her so she could feel the floor on her arms, but her arms were pressing against her back. She planted her exposed feet on the cold floor, trying to shift her arms to a more comfortable and relaxed position underneath her, but either way she tried it, it hurt her. She gritted her teeth, baring the pain and soon the feeling in her arms just disappeared altogether she knew there was going to be pain when she managed to wake her muscles up.

What had happened?

"You awake yet, my angel pet?" a male voice said just above her head. She opened her eyes and at first thought she had been blinded when she discovered that she was blindfolded. She cringed when the male above traced a finger along her jaw. "I know you're awake," she felt his breath against her face and she knew he was far too close. "You're breathing heavy," he says mockingly. "Are you uncomfortable, my pet?"

She heard shuffling as he moved, boots shifting and soon she heard him walking around her. She didn't know what was happening behind her blindfold, but she could feel his gaze boring hotly down at her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to remain calm even though all the circumstances were entirely against her. More shuffling and then she felt a body press down on hers, making her suffocate under his weight and the air that suddenly turned heavier. She turned her head away just as he loomed his face close to hers.

"I smell your fear," she heard the grin in his voice.

Her legs were tied together, she discovered, but she lifted them both up and struck her knees hard, aiming for his in between and manages to hear him grunt and then thud at the side of her. She pushed her bare feet on the floor so she could roll over until she felt she was at a distance away from him. Her arm was sliced on a rock as she rolled and she sucked in the pain. She lay on her side, located the rock with her hands and used it to cut the ropes that bound her hands. She then yanked the blindfold off and cut through the ropes that bound her legs together. Just as she stood up to run, her arm was grabbed and she was yanked back against a body. Arms encased her, forcing her arms still at her sides.

"Now, now my wild angel, just calm yourself," he whispered into her ear. "I don't want you escaping now."

"Too bad," she stated and struck out with her foot and hit him for the second time in the knackers. She elbowed him so he could release her and she turned around and kicked him in the face. The moment he stumbled to the ground she ran, through the cave that was nothing more than a labyrinth to her. She hesitated at turns that split three ways and she just raced through any of them. Sometimes she ran in circles and she then took another route, hoping so badly that she could escape.

Someone tackled her to the ground and she noticed that this one was much more muscular than the last one. She kicked this new guy in the stomach and he backed off, but came back with a vengeance. She pushed herself so she could do a backwards roll to get away. She flicked her hair over her head and looked at the male. He looked human enough, but she had a different feeling, she knew he wasn't. He had black hair and burning dark eyes. This guy reminded her of an angel, but a very, very, bad one.

"Ithuriel," a familiar voice called through the maze like cave and soon appeared round a bend. The imposing male didn't turn to look at him as he stopped at his side. He looked like Michael, but he wasn't him. Michael's eyes were blue not green and his hair wasn't that dark of a blonde. This was the male who had killed Herald, not Michael! "Ah, you found my pet," he said taking a step forward when the muscled man put an arm in his path.

"I don't think so," Ithuriel said, still not looking at him. "She's not yours to be calling 'pet'. She's our master's, remember it you disrespectful cunt." Ithuriel's voice was completely different to this 'Michael's' one. His was deep, dark and dangerous, a complete repellent, but she was attracted for some strange odd reason. Well she had to admit the dangerous kind did leave her a little bit amused since she loved to completely destroy their pride and bruise their ego.

"I'm the one that found her!" he argued.

"She belongs to our master, no matter who found her, Sariel!"

Celine scoffed and they both looked at her. "Actually, I belong to no one," she said inspecting her nails before she looked at them. "If I were you, I'd remember that, you pair of disrespectful cunts!" she said imitating Ithuriel.

Ithuriel raised an eyebrow at her and the corner of his mouth quirked. Sariel seemed to have narrowed his eyes as she had used Ithuriel's phrasing of words. It was obvious that he hated Ithuriel so much that if someone were to imitate him, he'd be pissed. Score one for her. She managed to piss off one of her enemies by using one of her enemy's words against them. She'd remember the pair of them, especially the easy to become jealous one named Sariel. Well she'd rather remember Ithuriel more than Sariel. She likes the dangerous men more, especially his phrasings.

"For an angel, you've got a mouth on you." Sariel stated.

"For a male, you sure whine like a bitch," she commented and smirked as he glared at her. Ithuriel was looking amused as he crossed his arms, looking between them as they battled each other with insults.

"At least I ain't wingless!" he snapped.

"Ha! I'm gaining them soon, dipshit. I'm just sure glad that I ain't a pussy, unlike a certain someone who tries to imitate a very famous angel." He growls. "You should spit that out in the toilet, it can do some serious damage to your throat. Oh wait, better idea, do it more, that way we won't have to hear your bitchiness."

Ithuriel chuckled.

"Shut it, Ithuriel!" Sariel snapped.

"Is he always such a girl?" she asks Ithuriel who looks at her and pretty much nods as if she doesn't know the half of it.

"I am not a girl!" he shouts.

"I beg to differ! You sure whinge like one, so I really can't tell the difference." Celine told him. She points at Ithuriel. "That right there is what I call a man." She looks him over, taking in his highly defined muscles with a slow caressing of her eyes. "I'd only allow someone of his calibre to touch me. Those like you…" she looks him over and cringes. He was definitely not Michael. Michael had so much more muscle that he did, but he wasn't as stocky as Gabriel. "You're just wastage that should be given to someone else."

Ithuriel struggles to contain his laughter. "Sariel, go to your chamber. I've been ordered to take the angel to our master."

"I'm taking her to master!" Sariel argues.

"No, you'll just end up killing her and then you'll be killed." Ithuriel said, narrowing his eyes. "Although I wouldn't mind the 'you being killed' part, but I'm not having her killed by your pathetic hands and I'll get the blame for it."

"He gets you into trouble?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I'm in charge of him, so if he doesn't do something right, I get punished but I deliver much worse punishment onto him afterwards."

"Ouch, I'd love to stay and watch, but I've got somewhere to be. And it's certainly not here!" she smiles and then she runs away.

"Hey!" Ithuriel calls after her and instantly gives chase.

She turns as many corners as she can, trying to get him to lose sight of her but he manages to come charging around the corner, without having to slow down, and keeps her in his sight. She was really beginning to get annoyed. She turns and runs across the wall, over his head, and runs down a new corner and again made an attempt to lose him through the maze. But it was as if he was able to see through walls, or track her scent, and manage to keep on finding her. She was not going to be able to keep this up much longer.

She turns a corner and runs down the long hallway that just continued to stretch and stretch. At least he wasn't gaining on her; instead he stuck at a specific distance as if something was making him slow down. She turns her head to look at him, but as she turns to see if there are any corners to get off of this freakish path, she nearly smacks into a door. She manoeuvres around it, but she smacked right into a body taking the pair of them down, with her on top. She felt Ithuriel stiffen as his energies turned still in the air. Her arms were grabbed as they steadied her as she tried to get up. Instead of getting up, she looks at the person who held her still.

Blazing blue eyes met dark sapphire blue.

In her eyes she was gazing into a man so gorgeous it was impossible. He had jet black hair that were portraying and amplifying the depth and blazing brightness of his blue eyes. She could tell through the structure of his face that he was by far a heavily built man in muscles. The strong grips on her arms were gentle, but she could definitely feel the manly feel to them. They were definitely hands that had wielded many weapons, but they were now holding her gently.

What he could see was something that had stolen his breath away. A female with gorgeous dark sapphire blue eyes had mysteriousness within. Her white blonde hair portrayed those eyes and made her even more innocent; despite the fact he knew there was a really deep stubbornness to her. He could feel she was a warrior, but of what he couldn't guess. When she had accidentally knocked them both to the ground, he could tell that her body was curvy in all the right places. But he couldn't look away from her eyes that had drawn him in.

"My lord, Raziel, forgive me for this," Ithuriel said bowing as the man looked over at him.

"Who is this, Ithuriel?" he asks authority, demand and even annoyance clearing in his voice.

"She is Lord Mikhail's," he replies.

"Why did my brother order you to take a girl?" Raziel asks angrily, still not letting go of her or getting up. He obviously liked feeling part of her on him.

"She's not just any girl…my lord," Ithuriel looked away from those menacing eyes that wouldn't allow him to explain why he was obeying someone that he shouldn't have.

"I shall speak with my brother," he says and gets up, gently lifting her to her feet as well. He looks into her eyes once more and brushes her hair behind an ear. "You must be the Seraph," he says, addressing her.

Ithuriel's eyes widened. "She's the Seraph that those angels have come for?"

"You did not know this, Ithuriel?" he said turning to face him. "What exactly did my brother tell you?"

"That he wanted a white blonde, sapphire eyed angel brought to him."

"For what reason…?" he says narrowing his eyes.

"He said he wanted to make her his…my lord…" had he done wrong to listen to his Master's brother?

"Call my brother to my chamber, Ithuriel, and make sure he gets the message that if he doesn't come I'll kill him." He turned, placed an arm around her shoulder and steered her away from Ithuriel who watched after them with wide eyes. "Now, Ithuriel!" he shouted over his shoulder and Celine heard him running away to go and deliver the message.