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Summery: A girl who has fallen into the darker side of life discovers that she is destined for something greater, and for something good. But will she accept her destiny, or is it already too late to save her from her demons?
Warning: Strong language, suggestive and sexual themes throughout story, and ideas some people may find offensive. NOTE: I personally do not hold these beliefs but thought it would be interesting to use them in a story element. Don't bother flaming me for anything, because I won't listen. If you have anything to criticize, I'm more than certain you can do it in a civil manner.
Copyright/Disclaimer: I own all the characters and then entire plot element EXCEPT
I don't own any of the song lyrics found in the chapters. In this one the lyrics are taken from "Tongue" by Seether. This is not a songfic, but the lyrics simply fit in with my thoughts during this story. I don't know if this is allowed or not, but I think it is. Someone let me know if it isn't so I can edit.
Please read if you review. Comments, ideas, suggestions, and helpful criticism welcome.
Should I grow another shell and not forgive?
’Cause I don’t believe in this world anymore, anymore.
I don’t believe in me…”
“Turn that damn music down!” her father yelled across the house over her music. Kyra glanced up briefly from her laptop and shrugged, reaching to turn her stereo to the max. After a few minutes, however, she began to get a headache from the bass, and reluctantly turned it down, hating to give her father any satisfaction. Her pale-green eyes, which popped out from heavy black eyeliner and mascara, glared resentfully at her door for a few minutes before she sighed and closed her computer up.
“Damn school,” she thought bitterly. Her application for living on campus at her city’s college had been rejected, and the eighteen year-old was forced to spend yet another year with her father and his girlfriend. She frowned and pushed a piece of hair, which had fallen out of her messy bun, away from her face. The chestnut-colored mane was streaked with dark gold, and the longest pieces fell to her shoulder blades.
“Oh damn, I forgot!” she realized, and rushed from her bedroom. She still hadn’t grown used to daylight savings time, even though it was the middle of January, and hadn’t realized it was eight already.
“Damn thing, doesn’t even buzz…” she muttered, gathering her clothes up. She looked up abruptly and glanced into the spare room, feeling her skin break out into goosebumps. Nervously biting her lower lip nervously, she gathered her courage and stalked to the room. Flicking the light on, she found it empty as usual and released her breath, which she hadn’t realized she was holding.
“I’m getting paranoid,” she shook her head and turned away from the once-again dark room. Climbing the stairs without looking back, the feeling was gone once again.
“I’ll be back by morning, so be good and try not to get into trouble, all right, Pads?” she joked, stroking her silver green-eyed cat. The cat had been around her whole life, which was obviously unusual to say the least, but she had never really given it much thought – and tonight was no exception. Swinging on her long black jacket, Kyra crept to the front door after making sure her father was still occupied with his girlfriend. Grinning, she slipped outside, and the house was soon behind her as she strode down the street, illuminated by the city’s streetlights.
“I heard the Raving Raven is having another bash tonight,” she remembered, and shrugged. “What the hell – may as well try that club out tonight.”
Her mind made up, the young woman made her way down the street with the thoughts of the party at hand foremost in her mind, forcing the thoughts of her father and problems into the back for yet another night.
Can anybody save me?
And if I can die for love then I’m enslaved.
Can anybody save me?”
The time, almost hitting twelve, found Kyra dancing to the rhythm of the DJ’s music, completely engrossed in the beat. She was suddenly elbowed in the stomach by a high neighbor and grunted, the blow catching her off-guard. Seeing the time, she shrugged and made her way to the club’s doors. Managing to make it outside without any more injuries and the pain of the recent one ebbing already, she looked around the street, which was empty except for a few prostitutes. Not fancying the idea of being mistaken for one of them by a stupid john, she paused in thought before grinning.
“Guess I’ll go get something to eat while I’m at it,” she thought, her mind turning to the diner which made the best burgers in the city. Rolling her shoulders briefly, she strode in the direction of the diner, looking forward to something to eat.
“Get lost,” she ordered, not even glancing at the young man that had slid into the booth next to her.
“Oh, come on!” he protested teasingly. Checking him out from the corner of her eye, she saw his eyes were a bright blue, and his blue-black hair was short and slightly spiky, with a red streak in the front. She made a show of thinking, and then shook her head, returning to her food.
“Nope.”
“That’s not very polite. I’m Ravyl,” he said, and shook his head mockingly.
“Kyra.”
“Nice name.”
“Weird name.”
“I get that a lot,” he admitted. Stretching, his arm somehow slipped around her shoulders, and her eyes narrowed. She slammed back against the headboard, but he quickly moved his arm away to escape being crushed, and she sighed.
“I bet you get that a lot too,” she noticed, and he shrugged.
“What can I say?”
“Good-bye would be nice,” she said coolly, resuming ignoring him. He was rather hot and didn’t seem to be eyeing other girls that were in the diner. Not that it meant he hadn’t been before she had come in, but it didn’t matter much to her. Hot or not, she wasn’t a stupid bitch like most girls she knew. He grinned good-naturedly and slid out of the booth.
“I can take a hint,” he shrugged. With a final wink her way, he left the diner, leaving her to finish her meal in peace. It didn’t take much longer for her to polish off her order, and she carried the dishes up to the counter for the busboy to get, not minding the extra work.
“You be careful, Kyra,” the cook warned her, “You never know what kind of people are out at night.”
“People like me, of course,” she replied with a grin and mock-saluted the former army surgeon. “I’ll watch my back. I always have before, haven’t I? See you soon.” With a final wave, she left the diner, and the elderly man shook his head before returning to his cooking. It was rather busy for such a late time, but people were always on the move in the city, and that meant that they worked up appetites as well. His diner was popular for several reasons – it was cheap, good, and he never asked questions about any of his patrons. The man had soon learned that if he did, he would have lost quite a lot of business.
“I don’t usually take ‘no’ for an answer, Kyra,” the male whispered, and she realized it was the guy from the diner – Ravyl.
“Get off me, asshole!” she demanded, trying to squirm out of his grip. “What are you, some kind of sick freak?”
“Not really – a fallen angel is more like it,” he chuckled, and she heard a ‘woosh’ as something flew past her ear. She blinked, and realized that a pair of feathery black wings with crimson and silver tints was wrapped around her, cocooning her to him. “Scared?”
Kyra froze, unable to understand what was going on. Getting the same feeling she had in her basement, she sucked in her breath.
“You were the one in my basement!” she accused him, but he merely blinked in confusion.
“Huh? Whatever, babe. We’ve got to get going,” he began, but she managed to step on his foot heavily.
“Hold on, jackass,” she snapped. To her surprise, she didn’t feel much fear after the initial shock – she was just pissed off at the stranger. “What the hell are you? And what the hell do you want with me?”
“I already told you – a fallen angel,” he said impatiently, but grinned when he saw the interest in her eyes. “I’m not a devil, but I’m sure as hell not an angel, either. More like…neither wanted me. I was ordered by someone to take you to him no matter what.”
“Is he your master?” she asked, earning an amused laugh from Ravyl.
“I don’t have a master, babe. More like…I do some work for him,” he said thoughtfully, still keeping a firm grip on her. His breath tickled her ear, and she felt shivers up her spine. “I could do some work for you before we leave, if you like,” he hinted, his voice suddenly husky and seductive. Before Kyra could straighten out her thoughts – after all, having a fallen angel sexually harass you twice in one night while he tried to kidnap you isn’t the easiest thing to digest – a rustle nearby broke her thoughts, and her head snapped around to look. Coming towards them – apparently out of the wall – was a young man as tall as Ravyl, well over six feet, with pale golden-brown hair and gray eyes which gleamed angrily.
“Get away from her, Ravyl,” he said quietly, but his tone rested in her mind uneasily. Unsure of what to make of the newcomer, she noticed he also had wings, with white feathers that shone faintly golden, and blinked rapidly, still considering the possibility she had gotten high at the club before.
“Oh sweet – the guardian angel finally gets his ass in gear and comes to rescue his ward,” Ravyl sneered, and turned to Kyra. “What do you think, babe? Here’s a guardian angel who’s supposed to keep me away from you, and look how long it took him to get here. What did you do, take a detour and get lost?” he asked, turning once more to the angel.
“You’re the one that I felt tonight!” she realized, getting the exact same feeling as she had in her basement. He nodded, concentrating on the fallen angel before him.
“Hand her over and I won’t have to spill any blood tonight,” the angel – she assumed that was what he was – said.
“Hey, you’ve got some nerve!” she stepped in, becoming annoyed at being discussed as if she wasn’t there. “Where were you, anyway? If you’re a guardian, shouldn’t you be guarding me? What’s up with that? I don’t have to go with anyone!”
“I’m afraid you do,” Ravyl told her calmly. “But if you want to choose, go ahead – me or guardian-boy over there?”
A bit surprised at the first angel’s tone, she faltered for a moment, suddenly unsure of what she wanted. Ravyl chuckled again and pulled her closer to him.
“I guess since she isn’t as confident as she likes to think, it’s finders-keepers,” he decided calmly. The angel’s face darkened angrily and his right hand began to glow with a white light.
“Let her go or there won’t be a piece of you big enough for a rat to eat,” he said quietly.
“Come on then,” Ravyl challenged, certain that his opponent wasn’t going to attack as long as he held Kyra in front of him. Sure enough, the angel remained motionless, and the fallen one smirked, his wings stretching out as far as they could in the cramped space. “We’ll see you again then,” he called, rising into the air. Kyra, never being much for heights – especially when she wasn’t even buckled in – squeaked in protest and closed her eyes tightly, praying he wouldn’t drop her. Suddenly, a white light blinded her even though her eyes were closed. Hearing a yell, she opened her eyes the exact moment Ravyl dropped her. Finding herself at least sixty feet over the pavement and falling fast, she did the only thing she could think of.
She screamed as loud as she could and prayed it would be a quick end.
She caught her breath when she felt something underneath her, and realized the angel had caught her and was now holding her against him bridal-style. Looking around, she didn’t see any trace of Ravyl, and wondered if the angel followed through on his threat.
“What kind of an asshole are you?” she demanded, not caring how loud she was. “You made him drop me, didn’t you? Didn’t you ever consider that you wouldn’t have been able to catch me, or did that not occur to you in the three seconds you thought up your plan?”
He gazed calmly at her as her mouth snapped shut, and she felt a twinge of guilt at yelling at the guy who had saved her from being a pancake on the pavement, cooked by gravity. Still pissed off however, she merely looked away in embarrassment, and felt herself turning red.
“I don’t think it’s safe for you to go home,” he said after a few moments silence, seemingly brushing off her words.
“Oh no, don’t even go there!” she threatened, freaked out in a whole new way. “I’m not saying I like it there, but I have my cat that I’m not leaving to that bastard people call my father – and what do you think I am? Or do you think I’m some slut that’s going to go off with strange guys with wings that have suddenly appeared?”
“My name is Alaer,” he told her suddenly, apparently ignoring her again.
“Do you even listen to me?” she asked in frustration, turning as he strode past her towards the street. “Hey! Hold on, whatever-your-name-is! You can’t just–”
“I’ll take you home to get your cat and whatever you think you’ll need, and then I’m taking you to a place where I can safely explain everything that has happened tonight, understand?” he asked, interrupting her. Kyra sputtered momentarily, and then squeaked when he began to pick her up.
“We’re not going to fly again, are we?” she asked more quietly. He glanced down at the uneasy young woman in his arms, and looking slightly sympathetic, placed her back on the ground.
“Then we’ll walk fast,” he decided, and didn’t even wait for her to get her bearings before going, leaving her to catch up.
“Are you going to be much longer?”
“Why?” she snapped.
“Because Ravyl will more than likely be here soon.”
“I thought you blasted him or whatever!” she protested, and he eyed her.
“I tried, but he dodged it. I merely injured him, which doesn’t count for much. I suggest you hurry up.”
“You’re pretty rude for a guardian angel,” she muttered, eliciting a short laugh from him. “What now?”
“Nothing. I suppose humans’ cynical attitudes begin to rub off on us when we’re around them for so long,” he explained, and she peered sharply at him.
“How old are you, anyway? And how long have you…watched me?” she asked, a bit uneasily.
“A few hundred years old – young by our standards. And I’ve guarded you ever since your birth,” he told her. “And if you’re thinking of me as a peeping tom, I request that you cut that out. Just because I guard you does not mean I watch you constantly.”
“I don’t get it,” she said, looking at him blankly.
“It’s complicated – it’s more like I sense your presence. Visual contact isn’t necessary,” he said with a small sigh, and then glanced at her bag. “Are you done?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she nodded reluctantly, and placed Pads securely in the bag as well, zippering the bag up and leaving a small part open for air. “So…I have to fly now?”
“Well, I’m dong the actual flying,” he smiled at her, and saw she wasn’t amused in the least. “It’s the easiest way, trust me.” She looked at him doubtfully and he smiled reassuringly at her. “It won’t be as dangerous as last time, and it’s not that far away.”
Kyra considered her options – which all sucked in her opinion – and sighed heavily.
“All right,” she agreed reluctantly, and swung her bag on her shoulder. Hoping she didn’t look as embarrassed as she felt, she let the angel pick her up again and step out the newly-opened window. She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut as he stretched his wings out in preparation for the flight. Glancing down at her briefly, Alaer held her slightly tighter as he levitated off the ground. They were soon in full flight, and she was too terrified to open her eyes.
