AN: This was for my current creative writing class. It's based on a couple characters from "Garden of the Gods," but it's definitely an AU of that.

Warning: Some of the content may offend some people. Okay, a lot of the content may offend people. I don't really want any flames, but I'd understand getting them. Also, this has implied SLASH. That's two guys liking each other. It's really only implied here, but it's still there. If you don't like it, don't read.

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Convergence

“You don’t need to understand, Kaya! I can’t do it!”

Michael paused and turned back to the alley from whence the voice had come. The voice had sounded familiar, all too familiar, but the taint of anger in it was a foreign sound.

“Why? Why do you have to be the one?” pleaded another voice, female.

A heavy sigh. Then, “Kaya, you must not press me further. It is no longer safe for our people to even walk the streets. I cannot be seen with you, or the entire plan shall be ruined. I am already being questioned every day as to why I have not killed a single vampire when the hunt has been on for months.”

Michael frowned very slightly. He had been the most curious out of all the angels on the earth as to the reason behind Ahiah’s reluctance. Angels did have Free Will, but it was rare that any would go against the will of the gods so blatantly.

“That is why you should not be doing this!” the woman, Kaya, replied. “You will surely be found out, and then you will be taken from me…”

“I won’t be found out,” Ahiah murmured. “Dear Kaya…Michael himself believes my story, when he has the power to discover the truth. I am yours for all time. I promised you that, remember?”

Michael froze, hardly believing what he had heard. He had been lied to and not known—that in itself was a first. And all he had heard…was it possible Ahiah, the prodigy among them all, was no more than a nephilim, one fathered by an angel in sin? It went against everything he had believed was possible—no, everything that should have been possible as declared by the gods themselves.

And not only had he been lied to, he had allowed himself to be led on by this false angel who already loved another. He wished he were capable of feeling anger’s fire in his chest, because it would have ignited in that moment.

Still, he could not be sure. Perhaps Ahiah was finally doing what he had been charged to do and was leading this she-devil to her proper death.

Michael stepped forward and peered into the alleyway, careful to ensure his presence remained a secret. His deep eyes widened at the sight they were presented with. The woman was clearly a dark angel, for her dark wings were folded behind her back, but so were Ahiah’s white ones, and they were embracing like old friends.

“Your father is worried about you,” Kaya whispered, barely audible to human ears. “He knows how hard the angels can be on double agents. They may already suspect you, but are hoping to lure you into a pretence of safety so they can kill you without us knowing.”

“I know,” Ahiah murmured back. “I won’t be found out. And the angels will rue the day they killed the first of us. We’re at war, and I don’t take well to failure.”

Michael walked away before he could hear more, grim determination simmering in his belly. They had never expected the dark angels to go to such lengths to save themselves as to place a spy among the ranks of the angels. That would all change, starting with Ahiah’s death.

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Deep brown eyes widened in surprise behind the opening door. “Lord Michael! What can I do for you?”

“May I come in?”

“Oh, yes, of course, of course…”

Michael’s eyes casually flicked about the room as the door was pulled open and he stepped inside. He had to admit he was mildly surprised; he hadn’t expected such a revered member of the heavenly host—no, the vampires now—to be living in such a place. The small farmhouse was no place for someone of his rank. The traitor should be living in a palace with his fellow devils hanging on his every word.

Michael turned his attention back to said traitor, the master of the house. Ahiah had closed the door and was now waiting nervously before it, as though he wished Michael would either say something or just leave. Michael was no longer sure whether that was an act or how he really felt.

When it became apparent that Michael was going to do nothing, Ahiah took in a deep breath only to murmur, “Is there anything I can do for you, Lord Michael?”

Michael sighed. “You do not need to call me that. We are in your home. You are the master here.”

“O-oh, yes, of course.” Ahiah gave him a very faint smile, though it was gone so quickly, he thought he might have imagined it.

“I came to inquire as to whether you have given any thought to the meeting tomorrow,” Michael said.

Ahiah’s eyes widened and he shook his head, refusing to meet Michael’s gaze. “I’m afraid I have somewhere else I need to be tomorrow. I’m sorry. Please tell Lord Uriel that.”

Michael nodded once. He was not surprised; he had heard the vampires would be having their own meeting the next day, and Ahiah was surely required to attend.

“Of course, telling the nephilim about our plans and where they should hide next is much more important,” Michael said softly.

Ahiah frowned curiously, though Michael could detect the faintest amount of fear in his eyes. “I am not sure what you mean. I have to oversee—”

“The vampire meeting tomorrow,” Michael interrupted. “Yes, I know.”

Ahiah paled. “You know about that?”

“I know about that, and I know about you. Ahiah, son of the fallen angel Semyaza and the vampire Mira, first of the dark angels, spy among angels.”

Ahiah took a step back, his eyes wide and unprotected. Michael felt the briefest touch of sympathy; the boy had never seen this coming.

Then Ahiah smiled and held his arms out wide. “Well, then, I suppose you have to kill me now. You could never allow a spy such as myself to go free.”

Michael had to admit, he was rarely startled, but this boy had done it again, the second time in as many days. Then again, Ahiah was right. He drew his sword and prepared to strike.

Minutes passed. Neither moved except to breathe and blink. Finally, Ahiah smiled again and dropped his arms.

“I thought so,” he said, triumph, and possibly sadness, caressing his tone. “You can’t do it. I’ve become too important to you, haven’t I?”

Michael’s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, but he stayed still otherwise. He did not want to admit it to himself, but he knew Ahiah was right yet again. In the past few months, he had found himself drawn more and more to the supposedly orphaned young angel. It had gotten to the point where he was unsure of which emotions he was feeling were natural curiosity and which were sinful love before he had tried ignoring Ahiah. But by that time, it was too late, and Ahiah knew he had been interested. The more he backed off, the more Ahiah pressed, until he had simply given up and allowed a relationship between them to form, though in secret.

However, all of the trust he thought had built between them had shattered the day before, when he had not only overheard Ahiah reveal his true identity but had also declared love to someone else.

Michael’s hands clenched around the hilt of his sword again. He would not fall into the trap that had lead so many others to damnation. He could destroy this impostor and feel completely justified.

Still, he could not bring himself to move.

Ahiah smiled and took a step forward, though he stepped back again when the sword shifted in Michael’s hand. “You don’t have to kill me, Michael,” he said gently, in that seductive, convincing tone he had used so often with the other angels. “We can just forget about all of this and go back to how it was before.”

“You are asking the impossible of me,” Michael said, hearing himself that he spoke no louder than a whisper.

“I am not asking anything but for you to let me go free,” Ahiah said, taking a tentative step forward again. “Please Michael. I love you, remember? And you love me…”

“You are asking me to fall,” Michael said. The sword was shaking in his hands.

“I am asking you to admit what you’re denying,” Ahiah said. “You know me, Michael. I would never harm you or the others.”

Michael shut his eyes. A shutter ran through his body as he made his decision. The sword clattered to the floor.

“If I fall,” Michael whispered, “because of this, I am going to kill you.”

Ahiah laughed softly and stepped forward. “Of course.”

“And I do not want to see that friend of yours again—Kaya, I think her name was,” Michael added as he pulled Ahiah into a tight embrace.

Ahiah laughed again. “Jealousy in an archangel, my Lord Michael? I never thought I’d see the day,” he teased, though he added a moment later, “You won’t have to see her. She’ll know when you’re around and will avoid coming near.”

“Good. You’re mine, Ahiah.”

“Always and forever, Lord Michael.”