Vengeance Owned:Gabriel and Milo
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,826
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Vengeance Owned: Being Human
Vengeance Owned: Being Human
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Hopelessness lingered over the city, hovering above the narrow streets. Clouds hung heavy, dark and threatening overhead, the air thick with humidity and the acrid stench of misery.
New Orleans was drowning in sorrow and a heat that clung relentlessly to all that it touched.
And his ice cream was melting. Milo Andros was in a right snit. Not only was he saddled with an angel but he was hot. He hated being hot.
Milo huffed and glared at his red headed ball and chain as Gabriel gratefully leaned back on the small bench they had stopped at with a sigh. They had only been walking about thirty minutes but the angel had complained that his feet were killing him and insisted that they stop to rest.
Gabriel had never spent much time in human form and it showed. He wasn’t taking to it well. Who knew that an angel could bitch so much?
Of course Gabriel would have said that he wasn’t complaining any more than Milo had. Was it his fault that he was thin-skinned when it came to the blistering heat? He was just sensitive that’s all! It wasn’t that he couldn’t take the heat. He just didn’t want to. Willfully being uncomfortable had never been his thing.
Milo grunted as he felt a drop of sweat roll down his back under his shirt. He glanced over at Gabriel and noticed that his nemesis had bright red spots of color on his cheeks and his flaming hair was stuck to his neck in limp sticky tendrils.
He had always wanted to see Gabriel hot and bothered, but this wasn’t exactly what he had had in mind. The demon snorted. God did so love irony. The twat.
Milo grabbed one of his ice creams and rolled the container across his forehead, sighing blissfully as the cold carton touched his skin.
Gabriel closed his eyes as a small breeze wafted past them. He had never been so miserable in the entirety of his long existence. His feet were sore and his skin felt like it was on fire. Being human was hard. Harder than he had ever thought anyway. Sure, he had known on some level that man had to endure trials while on earth, but he had never really experienced any for himself before. If this was what humans had to deal with on a regular basis he was going to have to reevaluate his opinion of them. A grudging respect for man was creeping up on him.
A young woman in green shorts and a top plopped down inelegantly on the end of the bench with them leaving Gabriel in the middle. He ignored the girl and continued to wallow in his own wretchedness until he unexpectedly heard a sob coming from her end of the bench.
Gabriel cracked one eyelid and glanced over at her. Her face was all blotchy and red from crying. She bit her lip and sniffled as he watched.
On the other end of the bench Milo grimaced. He just knew….
As predicted Gabriel was unable to leave well enough alone. The angel scooted closer to the girl with a concerned look on his face.
Milo heaved a disgusted sigh. It was probably to much to ask that the angel ignore someone in distress, but it was damned inconvenient. He was going to have to drink his chunky monkey through a straw. And he didn’t have a straw!
Screwing his face up and trying to ignore what was going on beside him the demon gazed out at the small park they were currently sitting in. A few feet to his right what was left of a public toilet littered the landscape. It looked as though a stiff breeze could knock it over but the building stubbornly remained standing. The ground was mushy and several trees had been leveled by the hurricane but still quite a few people and their children had dared to venture out.
Desperately grasping for normality in the face of devastation.
Milo observed as several kids ran around playing tag in the mud, when suddenly he spotted him. A slender man in his early twenties, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. His dirty blond hair was slicked back off his face and a smile graced his lips as he watched the kids play.
The demon sat up straighter, suddenly alert.
In his hand the man held a leash. On the end of that leash was a golden retriever puppy. It was adorable.
Milo watched the man watch the children. One small dark haired girl, about six years old, seemed to have caught the guys attention.
From the other end of the bench Milo was vaguely aware that the young girl was sobbing her heart out, and that Gabriel was making comforting sounds. Apparently she had, just that morning, had to put her dog to sleep.
Milo narrowed his eyes. The man hadn’t actually done anything yet, but he could feel the sickness twisting in the air.
“I just don’t know if I did the right thing!” Unknown girl wailed beside Gabriel.
Gabriel clucked his tongue. “I’m sure you did. He was fourteen years old and in constant pain.”
The girl stopped bawling for a second and stared at the angel. “How did you know that?”
Gabriel had a distinct deer caught in the head lights look and Milo would have laughed at him if he hadn’t been so busy watching.
“Ummmm…” Gabriel replied eloquently.
“You did the right thing.” Milo suddenly said from out of the blue.
Gabriel and the girl both turned to gape at him. The demon shrugged. “Sure you could have doped him up and waited for him to die on his own. Let him suffer as much as possible with the same end result just so you could hold on a little longer to something you had already lost….” Milo sneered and glanced quickly over at the two sitting beside him. “Luckily for your dog that sort of cruelty is most often solely reserved for humans.”
Gabriel shot him a filthy look as the girl next to him opened and closed her mouth a few times like a fish. Milo grinned.
Beside him Gabriel leaned in closer to the shocked looking girl. He gently patted her on the shoulder.
Milo turned his head back and observed as the man reached down to unlatch the leash from his puppy. The dog, ecstatic at being free, loped off behind the nearby restrooms.
The man turned back and made his way over to where the little girl was playing. He crouched down next to the girl and Milo saw him point to the empty leash. The little girl stared up at the man with big blue eyes and slowly nodded.
Together they started off towards the back of the restrooms where the puppy had disappeared to.
Milo wrinkled his nose and looked around. Where were the child’s parents?
The girl was following a few feet behind the man. Milo smirked.
He glanced over to make sure that Gabriel was still occupied and then he slipped from the bench unnoticed. Through trial and error they had discovered that the link between them was about twenty feet and that it varied depending on whether or not they were fighting. When they were going at it they had very little leeway to get away from one another. Twenty feet was the average though and that should just about be enough.
Milo walked behind a nearby tree but an exact replica of the little girl walked out the other side.
The man had just cleared the corner of the restroom and the small girl was about two steps behind when Milo caught her. He watched in amusement as her eyes went wide at seeing herself standing there, then Milo let his eyes flash red and nearly laughed out loud as the girl turned tail and ran.
The girl was obviously no fool.
Pleased with himself the demon allowed a small smile to adorn the childs delicate features as he stepped around the corner and followed the man into the shadows.
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Hopelessness lingered over the city, hovering above the narrow streets. Clouds hung heavy, dark and threatening overhead, the air thick with humidity and the acrid stench of misery.
New Orleans was drowning in sorrow and a heat that clung relentlessly to all that it touched.
And his ice cream was melting. Milo Andros was in a right snit. Not only was he saddled with an angel but he was hot. He hated being hot.
Milo huffed and glared at his red headed ball and chain as Gabriel gratefully leaned back on the small bench they had stopped at with a sigh. They had only been walking about thirty minutes but the angel had complained that his feet were killing him and insisted that they stop to rest.
Gabriel had never spent much time in human form and it showed. He wasn’t taking to it well. Who knew that an angel could bitch so much?
Of course Gabriel would have said that he wasn’t complaining any more than Milo had. Was it his fault that he was thin-skinned when it came to the blistering heat? He was just sensitive that’s all! It wasn’t that he couldn’t take the heat. He just didn’t want to. Willfully being uncomfortable had never been his thing.
Milo grunted as he felt a drop of sweat roll down his back under his shirt. He glanced over at Gabriel and noticed that his nemesis had bright red spots of color on his cheeks and his flaming hair was stuck to his neck in limp sticky tendrils.
He had always wanted to see Gabriel hot and bothered, but this wasn’t exactly what he had had in mind. The demon snorted. God did so love irony. The twat.
Milo grabbed one of his ice creams and rolled the container across his forehead, sighing blissfully as the cold carton touched his skin.
Gabriel closed his eyes as a small breeze wafted past them. He had never been so miserable in the entirety of his long existence. His feet were sore and his skin felt like it was on fire. Being human was hard. Harder than he had ever thought anyway. Sure, he had known on some level that man had to endure trials while on earth, but he had never really experienced any for himself before. If this was what humans had to deal with on a regular basis he was going to have to reevaluate his opinion of them. A grudging respect for man was creeping up on him.
A young woman in green shorts and a top plopped down inelegantly on the end of the bench with them leaving Gabriel in the middle. He ignored the girl and continued to wallow in his own wretchedness until he unexpectedly heard a sob coming from her end of the bench.
Gabriel cracked one eyelid and glanced over at her. Her face was all blotchy and red from crying. She bit her lip and sniffled as he watched.
On the other end of the bench Milo grimaced. He just knew….
As predicted Gabriel was unable to leave well enough alone. The angel scooted closer to the girl with a concerned look on his face.
Milo heaved a disgusted sigh. It was probably to much to ask that the angel ignore someone in distress, but it was damned inconvenient. He was going to have to drink his chunky monkey through a straw. And he didn’t have a straw!
Screwing his face up and trying to ignore what was going on beside him the demon gazed out at the small park they were currently sitting in. A few feet to his right what was left of a public toilet littered the landscape. It looked as though a stiff breeze could knock it over but the building stubbornly remained standing. The ground was mushy and several trees had been leveled by the hurricane but still quite a few people and their children had dared to venture out.
Desperately grasping for normality in the face of devastation.
Milo observed as several kids ran around playing tag in the mud, when suddenly he spotted him. A slender man in his early twenties, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. His dirty blond hair was slicked back off his face and a smile graced his lips as he watched the kids play.
The demon sat up straighter, suddenly alert.
In his hand the man held a leash. On the end of that leash was a golden retriever puppy. It was adorable.
Milo watched the man watch the children. One small dark haired girl, about six years old, seemed to have caught the guys attention.
From the other end of the bench Milo was vaguely aware that the young girl was sobbing her heart out, and that Gabriel was making comforting sounds. Apparently she had, just that morning, had to put her dog to sleep.
Milo narrowed his eyes. The man hadn’t actually done anything yet, but he could feel the sickness twisting in the air.
“I just don’t know if I did the right thing!” Unknown girl wailed beside Gabriel.
Gabriel clucked his tongue. “I’m sure you did. He was fourteen years old and in constant pain.”
The girl stopped bawling for a second and stared at the angel. “How did you know that?”
Gabriel had a distinct deer caught in the head lights look and Milo would have laughed at him if he hadn’t been so busy watching.
“Ummmm…” Gabriel replied eloquently.
“You did the right thing.” Milo suddenly said from out of the blue.
Gabriel and the girl both turned to gape at him. The demon shrugged. “Sure you could have doped him up and waited for him to die on his own. Let him suffer as much as possible with the same end result just so you could hold on a little longer to something you had already lost….” Milo sneered and glanced quickly over at the two sitting beside him. “Luckily for your dog that sort of cruelty is most often solely reserved for humans.”
Gabriel shot him a filthy look as the girl next to him opened and closed her mouth a few times like a fish. Milo grinned.
Beside him Gabriel leaned in closer to the shocked looking girl. He gently patted her on the shoulder.
Milo turned his head back and observed as the man reached down to unlatch the leash from his puppy. The dog, ecstatic at being free, loped off behind the nearby restrooms.
The man turned back and made his way over to where the little girl was playing. He crouched down next to the girl and Milo saw him point to the empty leash. The little girl stared up at the man with big blue eyes and slowly nodded.
Together they started off towards the back of the restrooms where the puppy had disappeared to.
Milo wrinkled his nose and looked around. Where were the child’s parents?
The girl was following a few feet behind the man. Milo smirked.
He glanced over to make sure that Gabriel was still occupied and then he slipped from the bench unnoticed. Through trial and error they had discovered that the link between them was about twenty feet and that it varied depending on whether or not they were fighting. When they were going at it they had very little leeway to get away from one another. Twenty feet was the average though and that should just about be enough.
Milo walked behind a nearby tree but an exact replica of the little girl walked out the other side.
The man had just cleared the corner of the restroom and the small girl was about two steps behind when Milo caught her. He watched in amusement as her eyes went wide at seeing herself standing there, then Milo let his eyes flash red and nearly laughed out loud as the girl turned tail and ran.
The girl was obviously no fool.
Pleased with himself the demon allowed a small smile to adorn the childs delicate features as he stepped around the corner and followed the man into the shadows.
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