The Fine Line of Heaven and Hell

A/N: Okay, so I finally get my laptop back, (yay), and it has been completely restored. (Not yay). My beloved word processor no longer exists on here, so I am condemned to use the WORDPAD until I re-acquire the program disk for Microsoft Word. So now, not only have I had to restart this chapter three times, I also have to pine and cry because I have a crappy Word Processor. Not to mention my Wi-fi is gone, too... I can't remember how I had set it up in the first place. *sigh* Alright, alright, I know everyone has been patiently waiting for this. To that, I can only say, I love you peeps. ^.^ Now that that is out of my system, let's get on to the chapter, eh?

I'll do review replies after, too.


Chap 28- Renegades
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The slow, rather loud shriek of steel against steel signaled the end of Shuey’s patience. That damned angel had been smirking and winking her way since she’d gotten there, and she’d had enough. She would have stabbed the man, had she thought it would actually do some damage. She half wanted to slice that other wing of his off and feed it to his cocky, arrogantly leering face. That face said that he knew everything. It irked her…..She really wanted to hurt him. Frustrated, she slammed a mug down a bit harder than she expected, causing that damn mouth to broaden further.

She would kill him one day.

Movement in the corner of her eye directed her attentions to the newest customer; a man with russet strands similar to her own. At first she started, the glimpse of color alarming her on instinct, but the man didn’t move to even speak, let alone attack her in some manner. Upon further investigation, she realized that this stranger was not her father, and also did not lay claim to a pair of amber-gold eyes. Instead a soft hazel gazed her way, thin lips turning into a confused frown at her reaction. He was human….maybe. No wings sprouted from his back, nothing about him appeared inhuman; was it possible? The only odd thing about him was the fact that he sat in a dominantly demonic bar; something humans usually strayed away from.

While it was odd, it wasn’t entirely unnatural for a human to wander into the small tavern; the place was inside an inn, after all. Quirking a brow, Shuey waited for an order from the man to at least get an idea of what he liked in the future in case he returned. Long, tangled spikes fell backwards on his head, as if a wind had blown them back right after he’d fixed them up. He didn’t appear agitated with his appearance, so she supposed it was on purpose. A small tattoo adorned his left wrist; a dragon biting its tail to make a bracelet. Who knew, maybe it was actually eating it, but how would she know?

As if her noticing the marking disturbed him, his hand slid under the counter as he smiled slowly and asked for a soda. She found it rather wise of him to stay sober around so may demons. It was the first time she had actually taken the time to examine a customer. His smile was faint and uncertain, as though he wasn’t entirely fond of the action. He sat there for an hour, simply drinking the carbonated beverage before he nodded a thanks her way and left. Beneath the can was a tip, but she didn’t bother to take it at first. She left it there for another fifteen minutes before picking it up to clear the counter.

Hidden under the bill was a small piece of paper with a room number on it, making her pout lips tilt into a frown. The number looked familiar; maybe it was on her floor. Deciding to take caution on the matter, she slid the little portion towards Leon under a mug for him to read as well. Cerulean eyed her in confusion when she did so. “What is this?” he asked, his voice thankfully low enough for others not to overhear.

“Someone left it underneath a tip,” she stated, nearly jerking backwards when the man laughed abruptly. The redhead merely shook his head and lifted the glass, hand swiping the article away as though it had never been there. Crumbling it up into a wad, he tossed it to the floor for her to sweep up later. “What is it?” she asked in a somewhat bewildered manner. She had found it suspicious, yet this guy was just amused.

“He’s just offering to fuck you…. Maybe you look horny; Jerrick didn’t do it right?” Skillfully fending off what was becoming a dangerous punch, the angel chuckled once again. It was obvious that the entire shift she’d been thinking about it. Sometimes she’d zone completely out, which was normal, until a blush crept up her cheeks and she started working again. She’d gone through this sequence at least five times so far and hadn’t noticed the hume stare at her for an hour. Of course he wanted her, even Leon had to admit she was attractive. She had nice proportions, a lithe frame, gorgeous eyes, and pout, pink lips that screamed to be kissed. Not to mention the vibe that poured from her, drawing almost everyone’s attention naturally. She’d make a great leader some day. The best part of it all was that she didn’t even realize what kind of magnetic energy she had. Brethmel had the same allure, although his was drenched in power.

Shuey, frowning, glanced around the room as though she’d just entered, her eyes skimming each table slowly as her mind absorbed the details like a sponge. The perfectly carved features of her face tightened as she evaluated something in her head before going back to work without another word. What did that mean? Not a sound came from the woman for the remainder of her shift, at which point she turned to him with a frown, her brow furrowed. “A tattoo of a dragon on the wrist; I’ve seen it before. What does it mean?”

The smirk on the angel’s face faltered, his cerulean eyes narrowed as one fist clenched. “It’s a renegade group of angels, why?” Taking the statement into careful consideration, she wondered if angels could alter their own appearance as well. It wasn’t impossible for an angel to wear contacts; that would explain the more bluish hue to the hazel eyes he’d gazed at her with. “If that guy had it, don’t you dare follow him anywhere. He probably senses that you aren’t a full-fledged angel. They do this….ritual……Don’t mess with them, just let them go by and keep your distance; you’re good at that.” He stared at her a minute before she nodded her acknowledgement, one rough, strong hand gripping her arm before she fully turned to leave. “Spend the night with Jerrick, okay?”

She shrugged, not caring if she stayed with the demon again or not, and the redhead released the grasp on her arm and let her go. As she passed the stairs leading to her own room, she felt the urge to go see what was behind that door anyway, but thought better of it. Upon further consideration, she went towards her room regardless, thinking only of gathering a few things if she were going to stay with Jerrick for a bit. The skies only knew she could only put up with him for so long before she tried to kill him, too.

She trailed up the stairs slowly, as if approaching a dangerous creature. Eyeing each room number carefully, she made her way to her own small quarters. It was at that moment, when she was sliding the key into the lock that she noticed the number she’d been watching for. It was directly across the hall. Further more, she noted, her door was unlocked and slightly ajar, leaving room for suspicion. Her dagger was out and at the ready as she peered inside, searching for the things she’d come for. She planned to gather them and leave as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, her luck was never so good; the man from the bar stood in the midst of her small accommodations, the bag that held most of her clothes dangling from his fingers. “You’re back earlier than I thought you’d be,” he muttered, auburn strands frozen in that thrown-back way. A wristband wrapped firmly around the once-visible tattoo adorning his wrist. Now that she thought about it more, it was common for bands or gangs to mark themselves, particularly their wielding hand or favored side. Before she could even blink, an arm trapped her against the wall, the door slamming in her ears loudly. “We’ve been looking for the lost daughter for a long time now.”

Another man she couldn’t see emerged from the bathroom, a low, melodious voice she recognized somewhere in the back of her mind. “Cerelia will be pleased. The priest hid her away somewhere….What a clever beast, that little hume.” The strong scent of honey assaulted her nose; it was a smell she adored, which alarmed her more than soothed her. A flash of blue and she remembered where she’d heard the husked voice before; Rivet Harux. It didn’t make sense to her; hadn’t he been one of Jerrick’s close friends?

His low chuckle was all she heard before her vision began to cloud, the air she’d been breathing seeming to run from her lungs in one huge gust. Maybe the renegade had hit her in the gut or something…. She didn’t know.

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Leon went straight to Shuey’s room after his shift, instinct telling him that was where he should look first. Once he saw the damage, alongside a small spatter of blood next to the wall, he knew. They had taken her. It hadn’t really clicked until he remembered how he and Jerrick had joked around about how the renegades were insane, chanting about someone named Cerelia. Cerelia was a middle-class angel who claimed to have given birth to a goddess; now he knew what she’d been talking about. Cerelia and her angels had been outcasted, leaving them to wander the world to gather more fucked up followers.

Just his luck to meet a girl with an insanely powerful, one-of-a-kind demon for a father and a zany, cultic psychopath for a mother…. And he’d given her his best friend. It wasn’t until that thought was finished being played in his mind a few rounds that he noticed the note. It was small, about the size of the door number he’d given Shuey, but it had been pinned to the bed and appeared to be folded. So they had left something behind?

Unfolding the thing, he noted the flowing, feminine script that told him a woman had written the small message. “The Eve of the new world has come. Hail the new Creator.”

Just peachy…. Jerrick was going to love this….Brethmel, too. With a heavy sigh, he turned with the scrap of paper clenched in his fist. Of course she couldn’t be so lucky as to fend an attack off twice in a row.

Luck was his department obviously, anyway.


A/N: Sorry this one’s so short….. I started over from scratch because I really, really hated what I had already written. It’s SO late…… x.X I’ll post another one tomorrow or Wednesday, so I’ll only have one more to go until I’m caught up after than. *sighs* Thank you again for waiting for me.


REVIEW REPLIES.

Alicat: Poor Jerrick indeed. That girl needs to learn a lot… I’m sure Jerrick will teach her a lesson soon enough. *chuckle* And he MAJORLY lucky she didn’t use teeth on her first try…I get the feeling she’ll pick up fellatio very quickly, considering it’s one of my favorite things about sex. O.o I love those scenes. *nods to self* Sorry to keep you waiting so long, but here it is. ^.^ I hope you didn’t have withdrawals. (Haha).

Anon: I’ve entertained many thoughts about killing David….as well as other things killing David…Such as raptors or maybe giant toads. Or Godzilla…. That’d be interesting to watch. I’m trying to fix up the chapters as quick as possible. I had been writing during the computer’s absence, but I hated every bit of it, so I started over. (yay) Thank you, however, for not killing my housemate David, for my other housemate Lez, would surely come after me. That, and I wouldn’t be able to think up new ways to kill him myself. *sigh*


Well, thank you for reading everyone. Thank you to Gaia for getting chapters 1-15 beta’d. (In a week, no less). AND THANKS FOR THE PATIENCE!