Blood Ties to Heaven

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ooc: I have an idea about a fallen angel (kind of like a vampire with wings one can only see when he's drinking, or when one of them) sent to redeem himself by protecting the hybrid daughter of a former angelic ''brother'' of his. She doesn't know what she is. Her human mother died in childbirth and she's been raised in foster care. Now that she seems to be showing signs of changing (sensitivity to light since they come out only at night, hyper senstive senses, feeling like she can sense the emotions of those around her...and unquenchable thirst...) he has been sent to guide her through her change and explain what she is, only he finds himself instantly attracted to her and is torn between his duty and his desire. He doubts the Council of Elders who banished him to spend eternity on Earth will allow him to stay with her but he cannot leave her now that he's become so attracted and in love with her. I want to tell this story with a decent writer who is in it for the long haul and wants to write a beautiful story which happens to have erotic nature and sexual parts to it more than just a wham-bam- thank you maam, thread.

Rules:
Fallen Angels can not be in the sun.

They drink blood. 'Sipping' Angel blood is necessary for strength, drinking human or animal blood is necessary for nutrution. Most Fallen prefer to drink from one Angel for many years at a time, usually the one who helped them transition. This forms a close bond so it is not an act they take lightly in most circles. Usally it's one 'sip' per day from a fellow Fallen and two to three drinks from a human per month (more if they are only being sipped).

The difference between a drink and a sip: A drink drains the life of the creature, a sip is just draining on them but does not kill them. Fallen 'sip' from one another all the time. A 'sip' can last anywhere from five minutes to five hours depending on the slowness and gentleness of the sipper. It usually leads to a sense if instantanious powerfulness, enhanced senses, and the rush from the blood often ilicites strong sexual urges. Most Fallen follow a 'sip' with sex since both involved become highly aroused from the act.

It is possible not to kill a human when drinking their blood but one must be very well disciplined to only 'sip' them.

Some Fallen work to better the lives of, and protect humans. Some are so despondent from their fall they spend all of eternity trying to punish themselves. Some, are so angry, they become Wraths.

Wraths: Pure chaoitic evil. The muses in the minds of serial killers and psychopaths. The enemy of the Guardians.

Guardians: Fallen who try to redeem themselves by helping protect and guide both humans and other Fallen.

Fallen can procreate. Women come into 'the calling' once every five to twelve years (every woman's exact cycle is different) lasting for about six weeks, and during this time her sexual scent is irresistible to males of all species. She becomes highly sexualized and usually takes a single mate during this period if she hasn't already gotten one before (the strongest male so he can fight off competitors who will literally be willing to die to get to her) and they will mate incessantly during this six week period. Only 30 percent of Fallen males are fertile. But, they ALL want to mate with a female during 'the calling', it's hormonal. They can't resist. It's a very dangerous time when a woman is in her fertile period. This is usually when the most wars break out among Fallen.

Fallen offspring gestate quickly. A woman is only pregnant for ten weeks. Each week equals a little less than a month of human gestation. The woman is usually in a great deal of pain during this time and often falls into a deep comatose state for the last few weeks of it. The father must be nearby when it comes time for the child to be born. He must sense the right moment to perform the separation ceremony where he slices his mate's abdomen to allow the baby to climb out of the womb. It cannot come out the way human babies do.
They are often born matured to the point of a three month old human but with motor skills well enough to crawl, sit up, and grasp things already at birth. Fallen babies are born much too big to come out vaginally. If a pregnant female does not have help in birthing her child with the separational slice, it will continue to grow within her until it kills her and many have been know to climb out of their dead mother's carcass as malnourished toddlers, having eaten her alive from the inside. Fallen children mature quickly. They are equivalent to a human five year old child in intelligence and physical appearance after just one year. Between the chronological ages of four and five (Between 20 and 25 in their developmental ages.) they stop aging altogether becoming fully matured Fallen by then.

Fallen can be killed. By tearing each other to shreds and burning the pieces, draining of a Fallen's blood, and by exposure to the sun. Lucifer,called The One by his followers, and also his counterpart, God, are both also capeable of snuffing them out at any time but never bother with them. They feel forgotten even by The One, the original Fallen Angel. Only one out of every ten new Fallen live past their first decade. The learning curve in the real world is far too steep.

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Morgan Heathers
Age: 21


Just graduated early with a Master's in Psychology. She is new to Miami, there for several job interviews but feeling ill lately. She has not been able to spend more than ten minutes in the sun any time of day for a week. Bed ridden with a fever and chills, a growing nausea and sensitivity to light, sound, and really anything... she is wondering if she'll ever make it out to start her new life in a new city. The boxes in her apartment have not even been unpacked. Her fridge sits nearly empty except for last week's take-out leftovers since she's been consisting the past four days on nothing but cornflakes and milk bought from the little mini-mart downstairs.

Morgan cannot stomach anything more yet she feels like she's starving. The telephone ringing at four o clock in the morning when she still hadn't had time to give out her new number startled her awake.

A gruff voice at the other end when she answered said simply, "Morgan, right?"

"Who is this?" she asked.

"I'm coming over. Someone needs to explain why you feel so badly lately." then with an abrupt click the phone call ended. She'd never learned who the caller was, how he knew her number or who she was, or that she'd been ill.

She spent the next hour alternating between searching her tiny apartment for hidden cameras and throwing up cornflakes into the toilet.

[Angelus]

OOC:
Alyas
So old that he can't even remember his age
6' 3"
175lbs
Dark eyes which change color whenever he is either hungry or feeding to a dark red
Dark brown, almost black hair that goes lighter when he is hungry or feeding
Athletic build
His wings which are now black in color, when unfurled do not look like feathers anymore, they look more like cloth and seem to move as if of their own accord.


IC:
He walked down the street, not even caring for the looks he was getting. To him the people around him were nothing more than a joke. There was something far more important that he had to do this day, as witnessed by the strand of lighter brown hair that fell into view. He knew that he had to feed but he did not need to feed yet.

Suddenly a person came into view which made him stop and look at her, a smile slowly coming to his lips. He saw the smile come to hers and he knew that he had her. He let out a slow breath then, "Go to the bar down the street and I will meet you there."

She looked at him and opened his mouth to answer but before she could he raised one hand and said, "Don't argue the point. I can tell that you are intrigued by the prospect and want to know what I can give you, what I can do for you. If you are still in the bar by the time I get there you will find out. Now go; I have far more important things to do right now."

He walked slowly down the road, determined to get to his destination quickly. He could tell by the phone call that the woman was intrigued and after all the time that it had taken to find her he wanted to get to her quickly. He knew that he could run there but he did not want the added hassle with trying to explain how he could move so quickly. She was more than likely going to still be there by the time he reached her apartment anyway.

Before too long he reached her apartment building, entered in and walked past the guard who sat behind his desk into the hallways. As he walked into the elevator he felt the person behind him and turned his head to look at him. He let a low smile come to his face and the man just stared at him with opened eyes. It was then that he saw the strand of hair was an even lighter shade of brown and knew that his eyes would be showing it. Before he could stop it a growl escaped from his lips and he saw the man back away from him. He knew that if he had the time that he would grab the man and feed from him, he saw his wings start to come into view out of the corner of his eyes and walked towards the man.

The elevator doors opened behind him then and he looked at the man, "You do not know how lucky you are."

Slowly he walked out of the elevator and looked at the man as the doors closed, a wicked smile on his face he knew was showing all his teeth. He saw the man's eyes go wide before he started to walk down the hallway, a half forgotten tune escaping from his lips.

Before too long he came to the apartment door, reached out and knocked on it. He stood there for a second longer and when he didn't hear any footsteps coming towards it knocked a little louder. Now he started to grow a little impatient and wanted to break the door down. He knew that would scare the woman on the other side and although a large part of him did not care he knew that he had to have her trust so she would listen. With a deep breath he tried to calm himself down before he knocked again. After he knocked he leaned forward and said, "I have the answers to all the questions you cannot ask yourself. If you will let me in I will give you those answers. All you have to do is open the door."

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"I have the answers to all the questions you cannot ask yourself. If you will let me in I will give you those answers. All you have to do is open the door."

Morgan was standing on the other side of the door fighting her uncertainty. She held a baseball bat in her hands and wondered if she would be fast enough to club anyone over the head with it. Doubting herself, she wondered if it mattered anymore given how sick she felt anyway. She was all alone and knew nobody in this city. Even where she was from she hardly had any good friends she could count on and her 'family' was not the type to be fawning over a sick adult. She was basically on her own, had been from the age of 16 and usually she liked it that way, less complicated...But, being ill and all, she felt differently today. She might as well let the burglar/rapist/axe murderer in and face the music. At the very least it's someone who could be there to witness her wasting away from a diet of nothing but cornflakes or witness her suddenly odd reactions to sunlight, sound, odors...

"Why can't you just tell me through the door?" Morgan asked but heard a grumble and growl from the other side of the door.

With a sigh she opened it slowly, looking the person over. He looked like a drifter, a vagrant or some street thug...nothing trustworthy in those features...She started to close it again with an excuse ready on her lips but he pushed it open with an ease she found disconcerting and forced his way inside and past her before slamming it shut.

She automatically backed away from him. Standing in her kitchen area in her pajama bottoms and a baby t weilding a baseball bat weakly Morgan felt more than stupid facing this stranger but she didn't know how else to react to his menacing presence. "What do you want?" she asked in a small voice.

[Angelus]

Alyas wanted to laugh. Who did she think she was going to hurt with that baseball bat? She knew it was not going to be him but he thought she might try anyway, he even wanted her to try, just to show how ineffective it would be. He moved into the apartment with a grace that was contrary to his build and moved into the kitchen area, his eyes on her the whole time. He could feel the struggle she was going through the closer he got to her and even managed to let a smile come to his face.

He reached forward before and grabbed the baseball bat, throwing it across the floor then looked at her again.
"Oh please, don't even bother to scream. If I was here to kill you that would have happened by now. As I said to you earlier I am here to give you the answers to the questions you seek. You wonder why you are thirsty all the time, why you feel things differently than other people, why you feel sick and more importantly why the sun is beginning to affect you."

He let out a slow breath then and moved to one of the chairs in the apartment. As soon as he sat down he said, "Sit down why don't you. There is alot to tell you and I am not going to do it while you are standing there like an idiot."

When he saw that she was not going to move he let out a loud sigh, "Fine, have it your way."

He put his hand to his temples and said softly, "This would have been so much easier if I had of found you earlier."

He raised his head, looked at her and said, "Okay, I will put this as bluntly as I possibly can. Your parents, the people who raised you were not your parents. Your mother died giving birth to you and your father, my brother was sent elsewhere. I have not heard of him in a long time so it is a good bet that he is dead as well. Oh, don't look so shocked. If you are shocked at that you are going to be shocked by what I am going to tell you now. My brother was a fallen angel, cursed to spend eternity on this forsaken dust ball. I myself am the same and you are unfortunately a half breed, one half fallen angel, one half human."

He knew that he should let her take it all in, he could tell by the shock that was written on her face that it was far too much for her to handle but he had his orders and he did not have the time to let her figure out what was going on.
"The reason why you are sick with all the other little quirks thrown in is that you are changing, your powers are starting to manifest themselves. Yes, I did say powers; you are half fallen angel. There is something else that I have to tell you as well. What the humans call vampires are us; we are the ones who have lived through enternity feeding off the human kind."

It was then that he saw her face go pale and knew that this was going to take a long time. He got up from the chair and moved towards her at his normal speed. He looked straight at her, his eyes going even redder than before.

"Do you want a demonstration? Do you want me to take you out into the city so that I can find someone to feed on."

It was then that an idea came to him, something that would show her what she really was. He moved behind her, grabbed a knife and cut himself across the wrist. As the blood started to flow he looked at her.
"I know that you need it. I can feel it flowing from you. Taste my blood and you will know I am telling the truth."

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She gasped and stood back, bumping into her sink and the loud clang it made at the contact hurt her ears more than the bruise she was sure she'd get from it on her ankle later. "What the fuck! NO! I'm not drinking you're blood you sick bastard, ever heard of Hepatitis...HIV...AIDS!" She trembled at the sight of the flow and his seeming to not even feel the pain of his gash. She wanted to cry when she realized the scent of it smelled not coppery and gross as it should but...it smelled like the most delicious thing she'd ever smelled and Morgan felt her stomach clench and ache for a taste of it. What the fuck?!she screamed at herself mentally. This just wasn't right.

She tried to distract herself by addressing some of what had been said. "...You're research was poor, Sick Bastard. I knew I was adopted from the age of five, perhaps always knew but it was really obvious when I was five. I had just started kindergarten and the Smithey's had a miraculous surprise. She who had prevously been told she was barren had gotten pregnant. Just before the baby was born I was sent away. I then lived among a group of four foster kids in the Branston house. I was promptly removed in the early dawn hours when we all discovered that the reason Jamie had been heard crying in the middle of the night for the past year had not been nightmares but Mr. Branston taking out his sick perversions on her. The eldest boy, Trevor, called the police and then called the social services rep who was in charge of our cases and demanded she get us all out of the house immediately. I was seven, nearly eight by then. I spent a whole summer being shuffled around from different homes week by week... then, they found me the Heathers and I stayed until I was sixteen. I ran away on my own then because of a bit of a misunderstanding about some stolen family heirloom diamond ring which I had never touched...I was insulted that someone who knew me for so long could have misjudged me so harshly and it was then quite apparent to me that they'd never truly trust me or feel I was one of their own because of my background...so I left."

She grabbed her cellphone from the counter and continued, "I've been fending for myself ever since. I got my GED and graduated early at 16 and worked as a waitress and in a laundromat to put myself through college. I don't need your blood. I don't need your help either. If I am meant to die just let me die because I would rather than to have to turn into what it is you're trying to tell me I am becoming...and...I don't believe in vampires...or angels. If there were angels that would imply there's a God. If there's a God why would he abandon children like myself to be used and abused by perverted adults? Some fucked up system, if you ask me...Go away. Just leave me alone before I call the police."

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[Angelus]

((OOC: Sorry for the wait!))

Alyas threw back his head and laughed, not even concerned about the cell phone and the possibility that she would be calling the cops. Actually, he did not seem to be overly concerned about anything.

Calmly, he plucked the phone from her grasp, so fast that she would not be able to react in time. Closing the flip, he casually threw it over his shoulder and seemed to forget all about it as it bounced on the floor tiles behind him. Taking a step forwards, his eyes remained that reddish colour as he slowly smiled. There seemed to be nothing wrong with his smile - save that when she looked it would seem that his canines were slightly longer than they had been before. His blood dripped on the floor, the splatters against the tiles sounding loud to both of them and almost hypnotic.

Then he sneered, "Why did God abandon you? Ha!" Holding up his bleeding wrist to her face he clenched his fist and the cut healed, the drip of blood ceasing almost instantly, "Because you are not human. You are not even an angel. You are one of us! A Fallen Angel immortal cursed to take the lifeblood from His precious Children - just for what we are."

Then he stepped back, stilling grinning - but now it had a slightly madder edge to it - "And you are a mix of both. Even now you are cursed in both worlds. Why was it you found it so hard to fit in? Why was it you had to keep running in your childhood? Why do I smell so good?" his voice had become a feral, low growl and his fists were clenched as he hunched himself over her.

"Why are you not running and screaming?" he gave a short burst of a laugh again, "Face it - you are not afraid of me, not yet, but you will be and you know it!"

Suddenly he turned away, breathing heavily. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel so out of control? He kept seeing her legs - those lovely, lovely legs and that ass! Stifling a groan he turned back and turned his lust to anger, "You will believe me. You will accept what you and who you are and I will have your cooperation. Do - not - make - me - hurt - you."

A dark shadow crossed over his face and a flutter of breeze could be felt as his wings flickered in and out of existance, so fast and faint that it could not be a sure thing... but still, the after image was there.

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As she saw the wings Morgan's eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. They unfurled in his anger and then just as quickly they seemed to close up and dissappear into his form somehow. But, she'd seen them. He had wings, black wings...they were real. There was nowhere left to back up. Morgan lifted her arm tentatively and felt behind her...no wings...but she did note something peculiar. Her shoulder blades ached int he same way her teeth seemed to. "No...How?...This can't be real." she breathed finally starting to slowly comprehend all of thwt she'd been shown and told.

She slid slowly down the cabinet until her bottom rested on the cold linoleum floor and her elbows rested on her knees as she ran her fingers though her hair, holding her head that way for a minute as she replayed the last few moments in her head again and tried to make sense of it. There was no sense. The universe had just pulled the rug out from under her feet and Morgan had no clue how to respond. Calm fear took over. She looked up at the man standing above her and a single tear rolled down her cheek as she whispered, "...but, I don't want to kill anybody."

[Angelus]

Alyas wanted to laugh at those seven simple words. He had heard them many times before and every person who had said that to him had gone on to kill; some liking it so much that he had to put a stop to them himself before they became something more than a fallen. He moved towards the girl slowly and looked at her, his wings still moving in and out of existence with each step.

"Do you see where trying to hide what you really are gets you? You feel like an outcast all the time and because of what. Because you are trying to fit in? The only way to truly fit in is to realize that there is nowhere you can really fit it. The other fallen will hate you because you are half human and the humans will hate you because you are half fallen. To put it bluntly you are screwed."

He looked down at her again and saw the tears that were flowing down her face. He knew that she had just been faced with an existence she never really wanted. He knew though that it was not the time for her to sit there on the cold floor and keep crying, keep wishing that it was not true. He knelt down beside her and placed his hand under her chin, lifting it up until he was looking into her eyes.

"I can teach you though to harness the powers that are raging inside you. I am not saying that it will be easy but if you come with me I can teach you how you can be somewhat, normal."

He then got back to his feet and put out a hand for her to take, "It is though, entirely your choice."

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Morgan was so tired. She was weak from being ill for so long and it seemed to her she had no energy left to battle her own will let alone this fallen angel's. She took the hand offered to her feeling his strength and warmth. Just his touch alone seemed to infuse her somehow, gave her to power to stand. She leaned against him for support and he led her, half carrying her...She could feel his wing tuck around her protectively and it was like feeling suede in some places, and rough like rawhide in others. It soothed and sratched her bare arm at the same time as they moved.

"Where are we going?" Morgan asked, her knee joints aching as she moved on them. Her gums above her canine teeth itched painfully and she had the urge to rub them, or perhaps sink her teeth into something... She sobbed, "Oh God, what am I becoming!"

[Angelus]

Once again Alyas wanted to laugh. He knew that he shouldn't though as the woman would definitely take it the wrong way. He moved towards the door slowly then looked down at her. He knew that a smile would comfort her. He could not bring himself to do it though, there were limits to what he would show her right now. He raised his head again, "I am going to take you somewhere you can be safe; somewhere nobody will look for you."

With that he opened the door and walked out into the hall without a sound. He knew that if anyone came into the hall they would think this sight strange. If they thought to stop him however he would make them think again. He stopped then and looked down at her, "Do you need to feed? I can take you to a place where that will be very easy."

It was then the thought of the woman entered his mind and he let a growl escape from his throat. He wanted to have her blood flowing down his throat. The girl's safety was more important though. He wanted to let out a curse at the roll he had been given but he knew he could not walk away from it; at least not yet.

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"Feed?" Morgan repeated his question back at him, unsure of how he meant. She was so thirsty but his wound had closed up and she didn't feel bold enough to tear him a new wound without him offering...and she was terrified of having to drink from anyone else.

[Angelus]

Alyas noticed that she was looking at his wrist and let out a loud sigh. This was all so predictable that he could have scripted how things were going to go. He stopped, placed her back down on her feet and moved to open up his wrist again. It was then he realized exactly where he was and stopped himself. He took hold of her wrist and started to walk down the hall to where the elevator was. He looked at her when he pushed the button and saw just how hungry she was.

It was then the elevator doors opened with a ping and he saw that it was luckily empty. He guided the girl inside before he walked in, pushing the button to the ground floor with a fluid motion. The moment the doors closed he pushed the button to stop the elevator. As the alarm bell started to ring he looked at the girl.

"You need to feed. I told that you needed to."

He opened up his wrist again and watched as the blood started to flow from it.

"Now; before the maintenance people decide to find out why this elevator has stopped drink my blood. You know that we do not have that much time. Now - drink."

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The scent of his blood was overwhelming. Morgan found as he put the gash in his wrist before her face she almost leapt for his arm, taking it in both hands and tentatively poking her tongue out to taste at first. She was expecting the metallic taste she had been familiar with as a human...but this was nothing like that at all. It was sweet to her tastebuds, sensuously delicious! She clamped her mouth down on his wrist and began sucking in earnest now, drawing mouthfulls of sweet blood into her mouth, lapping at his wound with her tongue like a kitten would a saucer of milk. And, as she did this he seemed to swoon, he looked positively horny from this. She would have stopped to wonder about that if she wasnt so damned thirsty!

As Morgan drank she felt the pain in her gut decreasing and the itchiness in her gums increased exponentially as her teeth seemed to elongate, piercing his flesh as she drank even more deeply. He fell to his knees, holding her against his muscular chest, Morgan was too intent upon the drink to care how fragile she felt in his grasp at the moment. She drank, and drank, and drank until she blacked out, still attached to the wrist like an infant at the breast.

The warmth spread throughout her body as she dreamed, in and out of consciousness, reality seemed to drift and swirl around her. She felt her hunger subsiding and a new aching need began. Her cunt felt like it had a heartbeat all it's own. She was more damp in her panties than she'd been in ages, and all this from a little drink of blood? The warmth throughout her body from this powerful blood made her head spin and it made her throb, achingly sensitive in places she had not expected. All she could think about was wanting more blood and needing something to fill the emptiness of her pussy as much as she needed her stomach full of more sweetness...She moaned huskily, grinding herself on the body which still held her close, drunkenly frustrated by the clothing blocking her from the contact she sought. Eyes still closed, "Mmmmmmm...." was all she could manage to say.

[Angelus]

Alyas closed his eyes briefly and then forced them open again to watch as Morgan fed from his wrist. He groaned and suppressed a shudder as he sank to the floor with her head cradled in his arms. She latched onto him, hungrily snatching at his blood, her fangs piercing his skin with ease and he allowed himself to groan, his eyes blood red as he watched her feed.

Ripping his arm free from her grasp when he felt it was enough, he bent his head and watched as she drifted into darkness, watched as her body curled around his and moved against his skin, undulating sensually with ease. Clenching his fingers tight, Alyas tried to suppress his instinct. He tried to stop the fangs that grew inside his mouth, the blood that roared in his veins and the cock that rose without his bidding.

Groaning, he resisted the urge to feed. Feeling the hunger deeply - for both flesh and blood, he gripped his own fingers, physically holding onto himself. He would not take her - not like this. If he did - when he did - she would know it and he swore she would be conscious enough to scream his name over and over again.

"Come back to me Morgan. You are not done yet. There is more you need to know. There is time later... for that." His voice broke through her thoughts and burrowed deeply into her consciousness. "Come to me Morgan. Come."

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But, when the rough voice bade her to come Morgan at first took it another way, and like a servant to her master, she shuddered, a little ripple of pleasure running through her core at the contact of simply rubbing her clothed crotch against his thigh. His command in this state of half awareness made her release and she came, fast and hard, creaming the inside of her lace panties with her warm, thick, sweetness.

It was once that moment had passed and she heard him laughing again that she recalled where she was and what was happening and was sickened by her own behavior and by her weakness. She opened her eyes and stared into his, her's wide with shock and humiliation. Struggling against his might, she managed to stand on her own feet again and hissed, "Let me go, I'm fine!" when he reached out to hold her again. In truth, she was standing on wobbly legs but her embarassment made her remain on her own for the moment. She blushed deeply and whispered, "What is in that stuff?"

It occurred to Morgan that perhaps she should ask more than that, like what would become of her once she had fully transformed into one of thes...Fallen? She felt the newly elongated incisor teeth in her mouth with the tip of her tongue. She wondered when her wings would grow. It seemed logical to her that they would grow out of her back much the same way these new teeth had elongated and strengthened. Morgan turned to her companion through this change and asked him, " I supposed I have to just trust you to help me through this? Do you have a name?"

[Angelus]

He looked at her, a smile forming slowly on his lips. He knew the affect his blood would be having on her and a large part of him wanted to take her here in the elevator but he knew now was not the time. He moved his hand behind him and hit the button for the roof then the button to start it up again. He felt the elevator moving beneath his feet but looked at Morgan the entire time. As he did so he still debated whether or not to tell her his name, even though she had asked for it so nicely.

He then heard the ping and looked behind Morgan to see out at the night sky. The instant he walked out he closed his eyes and let another smile come to his face then turned, put out a hand and waited for Morgan to take it. The moment she did he walked towards the edge of the roof, looked down at the ground and turned to face Morgan.

"I brought you here for a reason; trust. If you trust me take my hand."

He looked down at the ground again, "My name is Alyas. Now that you know it never use it lightly."

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He stood on the very edge of the roof, poised as if to take a casual leap. How did he know of her fear of heights? Morgan wanted nothing to do with jumping off of a roof...Then again, a few minutes ago (Had it been minutes? Time seemed to have stopped.) she had wanted nothing to do with the drinking of his blood. Now, a major part of her following this man had to do with the way his blood tasted, and how he smelled, and how his arms felt holding her...She needed him in ways she could never fully explain. It was something primitive that she knew. She sensed her survival through this change absolutely depended upon his willingness to help her. And, even more compelling was that he said he'd known her father, her real father! She had to find out if that was true and what he knew. All her life she'd dreamt of finding out about her birth parents.

Alyas held out his hand, smiling at her in a gentle way for the very first time since they'd met. Morgan nodded slightly, swallowing her fear back and trying to control her urge to run in the opposite direction. She needed him, she reminded herself as she took his hand. His strength was frightening as he pulled her off of her feet...

[Angelus]

As he looked down at the ground Alyas held Morgan close to him. He could feel, even now the sheer terror that seemed to be flowing through her. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her and without a sound, without any other conscious thought stepped from the edge of the roof.

The instant he did he heard a scream being ripped from her throat and let a slight smile appear on his face. He looked down at the ground as it came closer and closer before he willed his wings into existence. As the wind caught them he felt himself being lifted slowly and softly into the air. This was the one feeling that he craved, the feeling of gliding softly on the slight breezes of the air. He wanted nothing more than to stay up here.

There were several reasons that he could not though. Morgan was a major factor in those. Even now he could feel her holding onto him so tightly he knew that if he were human he would feel the pain of it. He looked down at the ground, saw a safe place to land and angled his descent towards it.

The instant they were on the ground he put Morgan back down.
"That wasn't so bad now was it?"

It was then that he saw her shivering and let out a sigh as he took of his coat. After he wrapped it around her he looked into her eyes, "You cannot be so squimish. That was nothing compared with what I have in store for you. Now come on; we have to get home."

[slippedhalo]

Morgan was trembling and tried to act as if it hadn't affected her as much as it had, but facing her fear of heights on the same day she found out she was becoming a fallen angel after days of being physically weakened and ill was sending her into the worst spiral of emotional shock she could ever imagine. She nodded numbly to everything Alyas said but was feeling cold and...strange. The blood inside of her made her feel nothing but horny, achy, and hungry for more. "I thought your blood was supposed to make things better. I feel miserable, Al." she said softly as he led her.

....She had made it on her feet but barely. She'd been in a daze, not entirely conscious for the whole of the journey. Hours had melted into what felt like minutes or years...But, the house he had brought her to woke her up more as she looked up at the towering, gothic mansion akin to something out of a horror flick but with modern embelleshments.
"Holy, crap!" Morgan breathed, awe overcoming the numb. "This is your house?"

[Angelus]

"For now," Alyas said turning to her, a ready smile on his face, "I tend to move around a lot. Not aging does have its disadvantages."

He unlocked the front door of the house, walked through it and after turning off the alarm system turned and looked at Morgan, beckoning her to follow. He watched as she seemed to walk in slowly, unsure of what was going to happen to her as soon as she walked through the door. He had seen the look so many times at that door and wondered why he felt as though this one was different.

The instant she was inside the house he closed and locked the front door behind her, "Do not worry. I am not keeping you prisoner in this place. You are free to leave whenever you want but if you wish to learn everything there is I suggest that you not leave for a while."

With those words still hanging in the air he walked away from her, towards the stairs. He stopped when he was halfway up and turned back to look at her.
"If you want to find a room for yourself I suggest you follow me now. Please hurry because I do not have much time left."

He started to walk back up the stairs but stopped before he reached the top, "Oh, and please do not call me Al. My name is Alyas; it is the only one I will ever answer to. I suggest you keep that in mind."

With that said he started walking again.

[slippedhalo]

"Sorry." Morgan muttered as she followed him upstairs. She was so tired. It was hard to move her sluggish legs which seemed to ache more with every step she took. She found the nearest bedroom, not even looking at it before stumbling into the doorway she asked, "How about this one?", collapsing into a heap onto the lush, carpet before shrieking in agony as it felt like her shoulder blades were splitting through the skin of her back.

[Angelus]

Alyas watched as she walked into the bedroom and turned to walk away but stopped as soon as he heard the scream come from the room. He moved into the room as quickly as he could and saw Morgan laying their, writhing around on the floor. He moved towards her, knelt down and watched her for a second. He knew exactly what was going on with her.

"There is nothing to worry about. What you are feeling is completely normal. It is just your wings coming to you. You will feel pain as they come out but if you wish I will put you to sleep so you will not feel a thing."

Without waiting for her reply he picked her up off the floor and moved to the bed, placing her on it gently. He looked at her as she lay there.

"Look at me. You will not feel a thing. All the pain that will wrack your body will feel like a distant memory, like it is happening to someone else. When you wake it will be like it never happened and you feel as though you have had the greatest sleep ever."

He waited until her eyes closed before he walked slowly from the room, closing the door behind him. As he walked from the room to his a tuneless whisper escaped from his lips. For once in a very long time he felt at least a little happy.

[slippedhalo]

She slept deeply, dreaming of strange things, like flying above her city and bathing in blood but truely these were happy things in her dreams....

When she awoke, she was incredibly thirsty, and covered in cream colored feathers. Her new wings were wrapped around her body protectively, soft, and beautiful. Morgan sighed as she petted her new developments. She spent a long while admiring this new thing and though they were still a little tender to the touch, she thought she could get used to having wings much more than fangs. At least her's were lovely to look at, not weathered black, frightening menaces like Alyas's.