Grounded, a Supernatural fanfic

Title: Grounded

Author: Not Dead Fred ... Formerly TheMusesOfOlde

Rating: Jellyfish...Squishy but deadly...

Summary: This is the story of a somewhat crazy Angel Hunter. She has been grounded, and that means only one thing...Earth...eww...

A/N: Reviews are always welcome! Reviews are love!

Chapter 4: Icky Festering Sore on the Skinned Knee of Humanity

Have you ever had to deal with snarky pixies, mentally challenged sorcerers, or lackwit humans? Okay, how about all in the space of an hour, while trying to rescue hostages from a vampire stronghold...underground? No? Well that pretty much sums up our first mission. I don't know if you want to hear the deatails, because some things are not meant for human ears. Oh, pooh what nonsense, I think I'll tell you anyway!

We departed the boat and made our way to the location of the vampire stronghold specified in our debriefing (for security purposes I shall not divulge the location). I flew ahead, scanning the area for scouts and guards. Giving the others a telepathic signal, they took care of all obstacles in the path. I landed and we entered the cavelike entrance, and proceeded underground.

It is a lovely place: dark, damp, and reeking of death...perfect for a renegade vampire coven. The coven of bloodsuckers had captured a sidhe princess, and though she could not be changed nor die from any wounds they chose to inflict, her blood was a delicacy to them. The Sidhe are amongst the most powerful and formidable of the preternatural. But as they have issues with bad press, leading an attack on a powerful vampire coven was not the makings of good PR. So they hired us to do it. Lending the use of their most powerful and diabolical...PIXIES. Pixies are small( think Tinkerbell small), and have the ability to cause complete chaos. As an example, an army of Pixies was responsible for the first Great Fire in London in the year 1212. It was part of a search for a pack of werewolves that had turned rabid and were attacking citizens. THe fire forced the rabid werewolves out of the city and to a place were they could be "dealt with." But that was then.

These Pixies were sent to distract the vampires, with illusion and mischief, to make our search all the easier. The problem is they are snarky, rude, and demonic little buggers and cast some of their illusions over the human segement of our little group. So it was, that I left the stupid blighters to harass the humans. Now do not think badly of me. I only did so because the panic of my human counterparts was a heady distraction to the newborns set in our path. None of them would come to any harm. Well maybe a scratch or two, but the others will help them.

I move through the darkness, using my senses to locate the hostages. I am unopposed as I travel through the corridors, but I know the humans will be guarded.

At last, I enter the last hallway. Immediately three mid-level vampires attack. They try to circle but in the cramped space of the hallway it is only possible for the to come at me one by one. I cut them down as I move and higher level vamps advance on me. Its not a cake walk, but I barely break a sweat. I do however, get royally pissed when one of the cretins attempted to latch onto my wings. I ripped him apart, not literally of course. Understand that an Angel's wings are exceedingly sensitive to everything and are the key to our balance and defiying gravity.

When I burst into the room where the humans were held, they were all in one corner, four of the men at the front ready to take on any new threat. Several of the women started to cry upon seeing my wings.

"Are we dead? Have you come to take our souls tto the next plane?" one asked, fear in her eyes.

"Hon, do I look like an Angel of Death? No. I don't. I am just the rescue party, part of it at least. No time to sit and chat, get up. We're moving out." I say.

Before I can get them all up and ready, Harkin, Alia, Catherine,and Timon rushed into the room.

"We have to go. Damien says they'll send reinforcements. And yes, he is aware that it is still day. But he says they have witches that canmanipulate the weather to give them cover." Alia whispers to me as she moves past.

"Alright then. Let's move. I'll take the front, David you're with me. Catherine I want you in the middle, try to keep them from panicing. Harkin, you sweep ahead, gather the others and clear our path. Alia you take up the rear, don't let them fall behind. Follow me." I swiftly move out, Harkin slinks past me and takes off at a run. Everyone else follows me silently.

We finally get out of the dark hell whole, on the horizon we see large, dark storm clouds, rolling our way.

"Its time to go. NOW!" I shout and we leave faster than most humans will ever move, and took them to a safe house set up just for them.

We all felt good after our first mission. Well, we did until two days later when we found that someone had eaten Cat and Alex's period food...that was a bad day...I shudder at the memory...

Sorry it took so long to update. R&R dearies.

NDF