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As Arthur walked through the goo infested house, he had noticed many things. He could feel the torture that Alfred had given his father. Revenge from the years of abuse and Arthur could feel the satisfaction of revenge… He frowned as he walked next to and then knelt on the side of Alfred's father's body. Laying a few fingertips on the cold skin of Mr. Jones, he could see how he died, Alfred had dragged his father all around after scaring him half to death already. Alfred had dragged his father by the pant legs and his head ended up hitting the leg of the chair and his neck snapped… Removing his fingers, Arthur said a prayer for his soul and continued through the house. He sensed another death in the house and went upstairs to Alfred's bedroom. At first, he was scared for Alfred's safety, a knee jerk reaction to the other waves of death.

The whore that was on Alfred's bed died of an overdose; Arthur expected it, she was supposed to die then, but he couldn't help her.

He searched the house looking for Alfred…

"Alfred Jones, please, I only want to talk to you" he called out as he touched the doorknob to the basement. The knob burned his hand, Alfred was there and he knew it would be more dangerous than anything he had ever been involved in, if this didn't go according to plan.

Alfred however had been sitting in the basement the whole time. The revenge he had on his father had given him the power, the control the pleasure he had always wanted… He didn't want to hurt anyone else really, just the angel who watched him die, if he didn't give Alfred what he wanted to hear. He made himself comfortable on a folding chair in the basement and waited. He could feel the presence of the angel in his home. The purity that made him want to vomit wasn't supposed to be this strong, Arthur was only a lowly little angel who didn't do too much. But with a personal vendetta against the other blonde male he had a sneer on his face that he would show off to the world.

Arthur stood on the other side of the door… His heart was racing and he knew Alfred could hear the loud thumping in his chest. It was probably making the demon's tail flick around with glee at the thought of making an angel squirm from his mere presence. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the pain as his hand was burned on the metal knob again, he opened the door to see Alfred grinning at him smugly; his fanged teeth glimmering in the pale yellow light of the single swinging bulb in the ceiling.

Not saying a word, Arthur walked downstairs with a rather blank expression; the only thing possibly visible was sadness. Arthur felt sad to see Alfred like this, he was still beautiful, the allure was even more enticing and the pull Arthur felt towards him emotionally was ten times stronger. Part of him wanted Alfred, he wanted to be with him, yet he had been a man of the Lord for so long already…

"I've been waiting for you… What is your name angel?" Alfred asked, his voice a little deeper, smoother, vocal venom that drew Arthur in further. It added one more thing to the list that made Alfred seem… irresistible.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland… Now that I'm here, what did you want me for?" he said, looking a little more puzzled now if anything.
Alfred took a deep breath in, and slowly released it.

"I want to know, are… no, were you supposed to be my guardian angel, why didn't you save me when you were sitting right there on the window sill, and why of all the angels in the heavens above, did you come for me now… I could break you in an instant if I so chose to." He said with a little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Arthur took a moment and thought before answering honestly, his face was red and he finally looked like he was going to cry.

"No, I wasn't, I was helping an elderly man move on earlier that afternoon and I stumbled across your house. I was pulled in by your sorrow, depression and hatred Alfred Jones…" he said and at this point he did start to cry, this surprised Alfred but he didn't show it.

"I would have given anything to save you, truly. I had feelings for you the moment I saw you. I felt your depression, I felt the depth of your sadness and your desire to die… I became attached to the beautiful boy I saw then, and I would truly have given anything to help save your soul. However, suicide is the ultimate sin, no matter what, I would not have been able to win over your soul. If I tried, the worse your punishment would have been" he said and cradled his head in his hands, wiping away the constant flow of tears.

"I'm so truly sorry Alfred. I've been searching for you the entire time, trying to see if your soul was saved, but there was nothing. When I learned your name after your death, I promised myself, never to forget so that when I did finally meet you, I could explain all of this and say how sorry I am to you in person" he added, sniffling as his eyes were a little red.

"I didn't come here because I knew it was you. I'm happy it was, but it was pure chance I was assigned here. For some reason though, I'm happy to see you again. It probably sounds ridiculous, but I've wanted to see you, I've longed for you Alfred" Arthur said and swallowed thickly.

Barely above a whisper, Arthur added softly… "The attachment is going to kill me if I have to leave you again like I did when you needed me most... I can't put up with the guilt, and most of all because I love you. I want to be with you."

At this, Alfred finally showed his shock and even leaned back in the chair, surprised… The words processed, and he could tell Arthur Kirkland was an honest angel. The smirk finally formed and he got up slowly and took the first step.