Angelle was determined to do something about this injustice. She was writing a letter to the Divine hoping she would interfere in this matter. She kept rewriting the letter over and over, throwing the discarded ones into the fire. Conna was one the floor chewing on one of them. Angelle found it hard to find the words. Her fury burning in her veins made it hard to concentrate. Her arguments seemed to be slipping. In her rage she broke her quill. She opened a drawer in her desk looking for a new when she found Anders' manifesto. For the first time she felt like she understood the meaning of the words. She could feel the desire for freedom, the worry for those who were being suppressed and a hope for a life were they could love and have a family. "No wonder Anders is so angry... wait." Then it hit her. There was to be a raid for apostates in the undercity tonight. Anders and Angelle didn't get along, but after what she had witness in the past day she couldn't hate him anymore. If he got caught, the poor people in Darktown would suffer and he would surely be executed. No, she couldn't let that happen. It was late and the templars might already be in Darktown. She was only dressed in a thin white nightgown with no sleeves, but there was no time to get dressed. She grabbed a candle, one dagger and made Conna follow her and went through the hatch and down the cellar.
When she opened the door to Darktown she could already hear the unrest the templars were causing. "I hope I'm not too late." She went to the clinic as fast as she could without tipping anyone off that she was trying to escape the templars. When Angelle got to the clinic she ordered Conna to guard while she went in after Anders. He was sleeping in the back of the room. She hurried to him and sat beside him. He looked to peaceful, she had never seen him like this. She looked at his blonde hair, his stubble, his kind face and characteristic nose and chin. He was not Sebastian, but sleeping so peacefully he looked rather pleasant. Angelle stroked his check and arm carefully so he wouldn't wake up to terrified.
Anders woke and as he looked at her his eyes grew wide.
"Hawke? What are you doing here?"
"Shhhh...The templars are searching through Darktown, we need to get you out of here." She whispered.
He nodded and quickly got up and put on his tunic and his feathered coat. Angelle signalled him to follow her when she saw the cost was clear. They moved quickly through Darktown, when they suddenly saw templars approaching. Luckily there were some large old crates they could hide behind. As they sad there Angelle could she Anders starting to turn blue, while he tried desperately to remain in control. If he didn't get it under control he would lose himself to Justice and then Angelle wouldn't be able to protect anyone. She kneeled in front of him and cupped both his checks with her hands.
"Look at me." She whispered, he glanced at her quickly and closed his eyes again.
"No. Look at me. Keep looking into my eyes, focus on me."
He starred at her with an intense gaze and she could see them slowly beginning to glitter with blue sparks.
"Take deep breaths. Look at me." When he began to move Angelle straddled him. As she sat on his lap, cupping his face and holding his gaze, his breaths grew deeper. The blue began to fade and his body began to relax. When the templars were gone she quickly got up and made Anders follow her.
She gave a sigh of relief when they entered the basement. Anders looked at her with her small grin.
"So what will the seeker order say, when they find out one of their own is hiding an apostate from the templars? I thought you were so vigilant in your beliefs."
Angelle frowned.
"Do you want to go back out there? I didn't think so."
"You must be disappointed in yourself, not being able to live up to the orders rules? Or perhaps you want to turn me in yourself, little girl?" His smile was somewhere in-between sarcasm and desire.
"You should be more weary of little girls. You see... little girls can make even great men crumble." She said with a teasingly and flirtatious smile. Then she turned more serious.
"And why do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Treat everyone like they are your enemy. You are arrogant, condescending and just because I try to see things from a different perspective you treat me as if I'm going to execute all mages. Don't you have enough problems without creating enemies that aren't there?"
His voice turned angry.
"If we all sit idly by, as you do, all mages will be executed or made tranquil. Besides you made it very clear that you support the templars point of view. I can't figure you out. One moment you say that my cause is foolish and inconsiderate to the general public. Then the next you save me from being dragged to the Gallows."
"I just don't want to see you executed. You are already at risk and if you embrace a mad cause, there is nothing I can do to stop that from happening."
He stepped closer to her. Angelle watched Conna who was on top of stairs and went into the apartment. She caught Anders' gaze and saw the brow eyes fill themselves with fury.
"I swear, I don't whether to kiss you or kill you!" He growled.
"You can just try!" Angelle snarled as she held a firm grip around her dagger.
They stood there gazing intensely at each other. The way they had done in the Gallows and at their first meeting in the clinic. Suddenly Anders grabbed her by her wrists, pushed her back into the wall, pinned her arms above her head and began to kiss her fiercely. She should resist. They couldn't stand each other. She liked Sebastian. All reasonable arguments went through her mind as he stood there kissing her. But when he started kissing her neck Angelle dropped the dagger, let out a small moan and all her reasons vanished.
Anders let go of her hands and she wrapped them around his neck. He went back to kissing her mouth and she kissed him back with more passion than she thought possessed. He lifted up her nightgown and grabbed both of her thighs. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Anders carried her upstairs, while she kissed his neck, smiling to herself when she heard him moaning with pleasure. When upstairs he threw her on the bed and placed himself above her. He began kissing her again, but this time they were passionate instead of fierce. Angelle began rubbing her hands on his chest, in and under his tunic. His hands were all over her body, caressing her waist, her breast and thighs. She let go of his kiss in order to breathe, looked into his beautiful brown eyes and smiled. His expression suddenly turned serious.
"No, I shouldn't do this." He said as he pushed himself of her and stood up."I'll only hurt you."
Angelle felt her stomach tighten and her heart aching.
"You can't hurt me unless I let you."
"No. You could have a normal life. You don't want to be with an apostate. This can only end in ruin."
Angelle stood up cupping his face with her hands and looked into his eyes, while desperately holding back her tears.
"Please don't go. Stay here with me."
He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled them from his face.
"You've seen what I am... Don't tempt me. Not unless you are ready for what that means."
Anders turned his back to her and went back down the cellars. She wanted to scream for him, begging him to stay, but she couldn't. Her heart was aching and couldn't catch enough air to speak. As he disappeared into the darkness she fell back onto her bed, tears flowing down her cheeks and felt her heart breaking.