Return of the Angels
She hadn't a clue where she was brought to, but she gathered it was his 'chamber', as he had put it earlier to Ithuriel. It looked like a bedroom with the stuff that was in it. The bed they sat on was covered in black, the carpet was a rich red, the wooden wardrobe and desk were a dark oak, and the curtains that were closed over the windows were black allowing in no light. Candles were lit on the walls lighting the room in a gentle glow. But she could gather it to be something else. Whatever this place was, she knew it was not gentle like how these candles were making it appear. But since this male 'Raziel' already declared that he knew what she was, she couldn't fake or hide it. Although she had no intention to from the start!
It's strange how one can expect things from others. She had expected that all of them knew what she was, but only he knew of her. Ithuriel looked so surprised that he suddenly feared her. Would it be the same for the others? Does Sariel now know that he had been messing around with a Seraph? Or would Ithuriel keep it to himself to spare himself the trouble of having to tell his underling? She didn't care. She didn't know these people and all she could think about was escape.
She felt the bed move as he sat up. Since bringing her here, she stayed at a distance from him and sat at the very edge, extremely wary of him. All she knew that he was an enemy in her opinion. But all he ever tried to do with her is coax her to trust him. He gently and harmlessly grabbed her chin and turned her head till she faced him, their eyes locking onto each other for the second time. He looked so gentle yet dangerous, so charming yet dark, and so loving yet so evil.
"You need rest," he spoke gently to her, coaxing her like a wild animal that dared not approach.
"I don't need it," she replies stubbornly.
His eyes barely narrowed. "You're fighting me," he declares.
Before she could even respond someone walks into the room with the barest of knocks. She and Raziel turn to look at who disturbs them, but no anger blossomed from the male beside her. Instead it came from the male that had entered the room. He looked like Raziel with black hair to his shoulders but with disturbing blue eyes that made her turn her head away from him. She looked at the curtains, not willing to look at either male.
"Mikhail," Raziel says without any warmth. So this was his little brother?
"What are you doing with her, Raziel?" he points at Celine.
"Actually it should be me asking a very similar question," he responds and Mikhail turns silent, his arm fell to his side. "What are you doing ordering my men to capture her?"
"I'm only doing what you've told me to do!" he snaps, disturbing the peace that was in the room.
"I only informed you to find yourself a girl to reproduce with. Not a Seraph!"
"She's not a seraph," Mikhail says disbelievingly. He looks at Celine who refuses to look at either of them. "She's an angel but wingless, she can't be a seraph. Well the Seraph."
"But she is, Mikhail, and you are not worthy of someone of such status," he bluntly says, barely blinking his blazing eyes.
"Oh and you are?" he spat out angrily.
"Did I say that?" he says standing up. "It's nice to know you think so highly of me, little brother, but I never once declared that I was worthy of a seraph." He walks around his brother, appearing as the predator of the two. "Tell me, what exactly inspired you to go after her in particular?"
"Are you blind, brother? Have you looked at her?"
"I have and she's the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen. But that's not what inspired you to take her."
"Alright fine, it's because she's powerful."
"There are many female angels that have power." He stopped in front of him. "You wanted her just so you could stop me from having her once I found her, right?" he narrowed his eyes, daring his brother too deny it. Mikhail made no noise to confirm what his brother already knew. "If you dare go against me again, Mikhail, I'm sure you know what will happen. You know the consequences; it's no different even if you are my brother."
Knowing that he was being dismissed, Mikhail left the room, reframing from slamming the door. Raziel continued to look at the door even after his brother had left. He cursed on behalf of his brother's dimwittedness and looked back at Celine who still refused to look at him. He walked over to her, lifted her chin so that she faced him. Gentleness took control of his eyes again and in his form. He sat beside her, moving her head so she still looked at him. He released her chin, put an arm around her shoulder and moved her till she rested on him. A silent consol because he knew that deep within she was scared and lonely. It was also his only way to apologize to her for what happened between him and his brother just now.
She pushed away, defiance and stubbornness clearly in her confused blue eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to apologize for what happened between my brother and me," he replies, blinking his eyes in confusion.
"There's always saying it," she narrowed her eyes and stood up and moved away from him. "I have no need to be here, so let me go back to my friends."
He stood and swept over the distance, standing beside her but reframed from touching her because of her sudden distantness. He was about to say something and decided against it. He moved towards a window and without touching them the curtain opened. It was not individual curtains but a whole one! She watched as two windows were revealed on each side of the door that looked connected to them. Light poured in through the glass and the candles were blown out when he opened the door to step out onto the balcony.
She frowned as he avoided saying something since her declaration of wanting to leave. She hadn't come here by will to stay by his side. Her loyalty lays with her friends, not some stranger whose brother had ordered his men to kidnap her. Knowing that standing there would not get her any closer to getting an answer from him, she walked out the doors and stood at a distance from him, observing the view that he found rather distracting. She wouldn't be able to get out unless he gave her an answer, because this was his little cave labyrinth and only by instruct from him, or him himself, would she be able to find her way out.
"I could let you go…"
"But?" she presses.
"But I won't!" he says turning towards her, dismissing the scenery that held little attraction.
"And why not?" she says narrowing her eyes.
He touches her face and she flinches, stepping away from him to avoid his touch. "Because I won't," he replies. "I don't see what concern it is of yours to know why I won't let you leave."
"It is my concern since you're keeping me captive here!"
"You make a valid point, but I see it is of no concern for me to tell you."
She clenches her fists at her side, narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She was willing to display her anger but instead she moved towards the far end of the balcony and peered out at the scenery she was sure was fake. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, calming her raging anger within. She would not allow him to get to her, and why was something as small as that getting to her anyway? She placed her hands on the cold balcony, balancing herself against the gentle breeze that felt just as real as the scenery looked.
He watched her with unmoving eyes at the way she seemed so calm, although he had definitely felt her anger spike a short while ago. The peace of the angels was affecting her to becoming tamed whereas he knew she was wild and ferocious. He debated whether he should do something about that, but he forced down the urge to see how powerful she was. If she displayed her power, it could be possible that she might wipe him out unexpectedly. But he could agree on one thing. She was like no angel he has ever seen before.
He moves towards her, standing just a little behind her and observed the side of her neck that was exposed because of the gentle wind that blew it softly behind her. She must have known that he was directly behind her as he watched her body go rigid. She made a move where it was obvious she was going to move away from him. He stopped her by putting a hand out onto the balcony, trapping her against himself and the curve of the balcony. Her head was turned so she could look at his arm, either in hatred, as if she wants to put it on fire or in confusion, he didn't know.
"Let me make a valid point to you," he said stepping closer to her so she could feel his breath on her ear. "Even if I allowed you to go, you'd never make it out without me or my men escorting you."
"Someone will come for me," she said, watching him through the corner of her eye.
"I don't doubt that, but…" he brushed her hair out of the way, exposing her neck and one of her lovely eyes to him. "I'll be waiting for when they do."
"What do you plan on doing with me?" her eyes had turned solid.
"What every man want to do with you," he replies, wrapping his arms around her waist and she completely stiffens. He rests his chin on her head and looks at the scenery with her. "Of course, I'm not going to be like that, I don't think."
"I don't trust your words," she said with anger. He dare keep her captive and become so intimate with her?
He chuckled and she felt it vibrate through her being. "I have no doubt of that. But, sweet Celine, I don't need your trust to do what I want."