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Corrupted Souls Of Angels: Fate & Destiny (Chapter Five)

Updated on November 24, 2014

CHAPTER FIVE

Mari had been giving Cameron the silent treatment. It was incredibly hard to accomplish such a feat when he could communicate aloud and through their link. However, the one thing she knew Cameron would learn from this was that she was incredibly stubborn.

She was glad to aid Isabelle and Viggo into the apartment. She needed to keep busy and tending to Viggo provided her with the perfect outlet. Isabelle was happy for the company while Viggo recovered. Both of them quickly decorated Sabine's old room to Isabelle's liking.

When Cameron came in carrying a box of Isabelle's belongings, Mari only glanced at him when he walked in after Isabelle. Isabelle not realizing the tension between the two prattled on cheerfully until she broke up abruptly.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Isabelle asked, looking back and forth between Cameron and Mari. "What happened? You two had the makings of a potentially powerful mating bond. I've seen the connection and chemistry that is between you two. You two have a natural affinity."

"Mm, maybe we should ask Loralei how strong your bond is with her?" Mariana hissed, finally locking her eyes unto Cameron's eyes. Cameron groaned, shaking his head. "What? Was I not supposed to bring her up?"

"Cam, you told her about Loralei?" Isabelle gasped, turning to Cameron wide-eyed. "Why in the world would you bring that up?"

"Ah, so I am the idiot," Mari growled. "So everyone else does know about Loralei? Did anyone bother to tell me?"

"Honey," Isabelle said then sighed. "You have to realize that Cameron and Loralei were together for a long, long time. They fell together."

Mari's eyes narrowed as she slid her gaze to Cameron. "Ah, joy," she grumbled, shaking her head. "Didn't bother to tell me that one either?"

"Mari," Cameron said. He took a deep breath. "This situation is already difficult and complicated. Please, don't make this harder. I didn't even want you to know about Loralei."

"Difficult? Complicated?" Mari asked in a strange voice. Something inside her heart constricted. It clenched, tightened, and coiled painfully. "Harder for who may I ask? You? Is-Is this hard for you?"

Both Cameron and Isabelle became tense and alert. Both of their backs straightened. The atmosphere seemed to crackle with energy. Mari just fixed her so-called mate with a deadly glare.

"Mari," Cameron warned in a whisper.

"Do you have any idea how this affects me? Do you?" Mari questioned. Her voice rising in intensity. She saw that both of Cameron and Isabelle's auras was quickly sealed up with a metallic barrier. "Ah, interesting! This is actually the first time I have ever been feared."

Both Cameron and Isabelle exchanged looks before Cameron took a step towards Mari. Mari just smirked as she put up her hand. She watched as Cameron abruptly came to a stop like he hit a wall. She projected all her pain and anger watching the colors swirl before she directed her energy at Cameron. She looked on as Cameron keeled over clutching his chest. He fell to his knees as she amplified her energy as she focused on her pain. He began to cough up blood and began to slightly glow.

"Mari! Stop!" Isabelle gasped, dropping down next to Cameron. "Please, stop! Mari, you're killing him!"

Mari just smirked before giving into Isabelle's pleas. She dropped her energy. She walked up to Cameron and stood in front him as he lifted his head to look up at her. She kneeled down slightly into they were face to face.

"Difficult is falling for someone who will never fall for you the way you love her," she hissed. Tears filled her eyes. "Difficult is knowing that you will always love a creature who shattered my soul and led me to fall in the first place. Difficult is knowing all this, but still knowing I can't let go of the emotions you stir up within me. That, Cam, is difficult and complicated... That is hard."

"Mari," Cameron croaked as he tried to reach for her.

"No, don't," she hissed. "Don't you ever touch me again."

Her energy burst through her causing Cameron to be shoved backwards by the force. She watched him slam against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she turned to face Isabelle.

Isabelle swallowed. Mari sighed, now Isabelle feared her. She looked away brokenly. She openly cried in front of the other woman. She was surprised when Isabelle wrapped an arm around her and comforted her.

"It's going to be okay," Isabelle whispered as Mari let out all her pain. "C'mon, honey, we need to move Cam out to the sofa so he can recover from that vicious blow. Then you and I can have a well-needed talk."

Mari nodded miserably as both of them got to their feet. With Isabelle's help, they managed to get Cameron on the sofa in the living room. Mari was thankful that Isabelle was so understanding about her situation and her blatant attack on Cameron. When Isabelle left to get Viggo from the other apartment to set him up for their temporary living quarter, Mari ventured closer to her still unconscious mate.

Mari sighed as she went into the kitchen to retreive a cold compress from the refridgerator. She came back and sat on the floor next to the sofa. She fiddled with the cold compress before she wrapped it in a rag then placed it on Cameron's forehead. She bit her lip as she trailed her fingertips down the side of his cheek.

Cameron's eyes fluttered open. Mari wondered how he'd react to her after that episode. When Cameron's eyes focused on her, she waited for his reaction. There wasn't any quick or rash movements. Instead, he just looked into her eyes then he sighed.

"You didn't leave," he murmured. "I was so certain you would've booked it."

Mari chuckled. "Ah, well, would you have hunted me down and scowered the security cams?"

"In a heartbeat," he told her. Mari swallowed, feeling the intensity of his sincerity. "Look, I know this situation is complicated and difficult for both of us. We both have a past separate from each other. I can't change that, Mari, but now, we are a part of one another. That fate is sealed. It can't be undone."

"But what about Loralie and--"

"Mari, we can either live in the past or look forward," he cut in. He licked his lips nervously. "We are linked together for our immortal lives. We have centuries to work through this, okay? I need you to trust me. I need you to trust me to make this work."

Mari looked at her mate. She let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding. "Yes, I trust you," she said, sliding her own barriers she had up out of the way.

She shivered when she was hit by the awareness of another presence within her mind and body. When she dared to look at Cameron, he gave her a smile before he pulled her into a short kiss.

"So I take it this means no more attempting to kill your mate?"

Blushing, Mari pulled away and faced Isabelle and Viggo. Isabelle's eyes held a playful light in them while Viggo wore a telltale smirk and a knowing look. That only made Mari even more embarrassed while Cameron just chuckled.

***

Serenity didn't wait for Michael to return. She didn't care if he located her or not. For all she truly cared, he could leave her well enough alone. She had things she needed to tend to and on her list of things to tend was absolutely not him.

She sighed, watching her ward. She had made it through school without so much of an incident. She was grateful for that. She was following her ward through the city streets when a hand snaked out and grabbed her. She struggled fiercely against her attacker as they dragged her into the alley.

Serenity's fear heightened. She was certain she reaked of it. However, flashbacks of a memory she never wanted to relive came rushing back. That feeling of devastating deja vu seeped into her veins and into her bones. She should've waited for Michael. She was a mere guardian Angel not a warrior Angel. Once again, she'd pay for her disobedience when she should've followed the decree of the Archangels.

She was thrown down and she looked up to eye her attacker only to feel the exact moment when her world stopped and crashed. Her heart jarred. As she suspected, it was one of the demons that had accosted her previously. Tears began to form within her eyes as the reality settled in.

"Look what we have here," a voice behind her boomed. The low voice sent icy chills down her back. This particular demon had been ruthlessly brutal and taunting her of her impurity. "Boys, it's our favorite rag doll to toy with."

Serenity quickly stumbled to her feet looking behind her as three other demons began to approach her coming out of the shadows. Their snake eyes glowed eerily a pale green. Why had she been so stubborn? If she had only waited, she wouldn't be in this predicament.

"It's a shame you haven't learned from the last time," the same demon taunted. Serenity eyed the puckered scar that crossed jaggedly over his eye. "Your ignorance may very well cost you more than last time. We crave more than last time."

"What do you want from me?" she stammered, glancing about at the demons beginning to circle around her.

She let out a scream when the demon with the scar vanished then appeared in back of her. He had grabbed a fistful of her and bowed her body backwards. She hissed against the sharp pain, but she cried out when she felt her flesh begin to burn and sting.

Her eyes widened as the demon lifted his offending hand revealing droplets of blood dripping from his claws. He laughed darkly as he forced her around to face him. She tried to fight him off when the demon lunged at her and lapped at the blood oozing from her clawlike wounds across her upper chest. He then abruptly attacked her with a bruising possessive kiss then ended with him biting down on her bottom lip.

"Your blood," he cackled madly as he licked his lips. He then smacked her across the face. "We're craving extremely violent things. We've been waiting for the most opportune moment to act upon our dark desires." He shoved her further down the alley a little away from the group of demons. "We'll give you a head start, Sweet Blood. We always love a good chase before we take all hope away from our victims."

Serenity didn't have to be told twice. She ran further down the alley. When she looked over her shoulder, she watched as the demons disperse and vanish before her eyes. She cried out as she slammed into a wall. Her eyes took in the deadend with panic as her hands felt the wall.

She heard laughter echoing and coming closer. Her breathing quickened as did her heartbeat. Tears slid down her cheeks as she looked up to the Heavens. It had gone silent -- too silent.

"Forgive me," she murmured.

More laughter came mocking her. Serenity turned around to face the demons stalking her. She didn't see anyone, but she knew they were there. She growled as they refused to appear, but they gave hints of their whereabouts by kicking dumpsters and using bits of trash as flying projectiles.

"Cowards!" she shouted angrily. If she was going to die, she was going to go down fighting. She accepted her fate. "Show yourself! You want my blood come get it!"

The demons suddenly appeared revealing their presence. They regarded her in surprise. The demon with the scar snarled as he rushed at her in a disturbingly fast pace. It almost looked like his feet didn't touch the ground. He came to an abrupt right in front of her, but she refused to flinch. She just stared him down. She tipped her chin upward an inch to show defiance.

The demon reeled back then smacked her across the face. Her face whipped to the side sharply. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain then she turned her head back to face him. She rubbed her cheek as she smirked.

"Is that all you got?" she asked nonchalantly. "For such a big guy, I thought you would pack more of a punch." She frowned when she swore she heard a hint of a muffled chuckle. She glanced around, but she only saw the demons. "Sorely mistaken?"

Serenity let out a scream when the demon sank his claws deep into her side. Horrified, she looked down to see his claws embedded within her.

"Is that enough of a punch for you?" the demon hissed into her ear. She gasped when he grabbed her throat and forced a rough kiss on her mouth. "A little fire left in this one, boys," he said, quickly withdrawing his claws causing her to groan. He glared wickedly at her. "It'll be our pleasure to show you your place."

Then Serenity frowned when the demon was being flung backwards away from her. Her eyes widened when five Angels materialized in front of her facing down the demons. Three of them including Michael was standing in between her and the demons. The two others behind the demons blocking their escape.

She blinked. She had to be seeing things. How was Michael actually here? She stared at his back and then eyed the other four Angels surrounding the group of demons.

"It will be our greatest pleasure to show you yours," Michael retaliated thickly. He had drawn his sword pointing the tip of the blade at them. "Truly Hadrian? Is that all you are capable of? Accosting an innocent little Angel even the mighty have fallen."

"Ha, innocent? Sweet Blood over there?" Hadrian, the demon with the scar, laughed. He shook his head. "She's no innocent. I made certain of ripping away any shred of innocence and purity in that one. We all did."

Humiliation slammed into Serenity as the truth of her predicament was now beyond just the Archangels. It was only time before all of the Heavens knew. Tears began to fall as she curled her arms around her body. She noticed a drastic shift in the atmosphere. The tension was so thick and stifling that she forced herself to push out of her mind and take in the scene before her.

The Angels usually held off and waited for the best moment to strike. Serenity had seen a showdown been the warrior Angels and the demons before during her time on the ground. They were patient and very rarely reacted without impulse. However, all of the Angels including Michael reacted instinctively and impulsively. They rushed the demons, who were expecting the old technique and strategy.

Her mouth dropped open as the warrior Angels completely manhandled the demons. Bodies were flying across the alley and crashing into the wall. She watched as one by one the demons escaped using their cloaking ability and popping a little bit away. When the Angels reached for them, the demons cowardly ran heading back up the alley.

The only demon left was Hadrian who had received a blow by Michael and was sprawled out on the ground. Michael grabbed him by the throat and dragged the demon's struggling body towards Serenity. She began to shake uncontrollably as Michael forced the limp and sagging body of Hadrian up so he was level with her eyes.

"Last words, Serenity? What do you wish for Hadrian to know before he is properly disposed of?" Michael questioned.

Serenity's eyes widened at that. "Michael, you cannot mean to give him the eternal death blow."

"Serenity," one of the other Angels whispered to her as he placed a hand on her arm. "He does not deserve your sympathy."

"No, he does not," Michael told Serenity still holding the slowly losing conscious Hadrian upright.

"I-I know," she stammered. She looked at Hadrian. "Believe me, I know, but I cannot condone any violent act that would cause any to lose their life over me."

Michael looked like he was about to protest, but Hadrian had cut in before him.

"See!" he wailed, before he coughed up blood then spat it at her feet. His snake-like eyes met her as he gave her bloody grin showing his jagged teeth. "See how Sweet Blood loved every moment of her ravishing. She's even defending my life."

"You sick, twisted, and delusional..." one of the Angels growled before punching him in the gut.

"Sweet Blood," Hadrian purred as he attempted to reach out to her, but Michael jerked him back. "You know you want it! You crave it! You're mine, do you hear me? Sweet Blood, you belong to me. I claimed you as mine when I took your innocence."

He broke free of Michael managing to powerfully shrug him off when he lunged at her. Her scream was muffled when he silenced her with a rough and bruising kiss. He was roughly pulled off of her by one of the Angels, but he barely fought him off. However, Serenity found herself being pinned against the wall. Her head smacked then bounced.

Hadrian groped at her body. His hands touched her. His claws scrapping at her skin. Tears filled her eyes as an onslaught of memories flooded her at his revoluting touch. When Hadrian was recaptured and hauled backwards, Serenity sagged and fell to the ground. She was on her hands and knees as she felt the nausea overtake her. She stared blankly at the vomit on the ground in front of her face. She felt a hand on her back and she looked to the side. A look of concern covered the Angel's face. His eyes asked her if she was alright. Instead, tears fell down blurring her eyesight.

"Don't touch what's mine!" Hadrian roared as the Angels shoved him flinging him backwards.

"Go, Hadrian," Michael said in a clipped tone. "Go now."

Hadrian got to his feet and made a show of dusting himself off. Two of Angels were helping Serenity to her feet when she caught the possessive gleam in Hadrian's eyes as well as his lustful intentions. Another roll twisted sickly in her stomach as he grinned. Her blood had stained on his teeth.

"Sweet Blood, I'll find you. You will see. I always get what I want."

His words brought fear into her eyes. She glanced at Michael who was looking over his shoulder at her and he took in her fear. He tensed then growled as he turned back around and faced Hadrian.

"Go now before I go against her wishes!" he barked.

Hadrian just burst out laughing while he regarded Michael. "Michael, Michael," he called out. "One of these days, you won't be here to protect her. I'll be waiting for that day to reclaim what is mine."

"That day is not today."

Hadrian smirked at Michael who was leveling him with a stony look. Serenity watched as Hadrian's eyes slide to hers. He winked and gave her a mocking bow before he turned and began to walk away.

When Michael turned around and started to walk over to her, Serenity watched as Hadrian sharply looked over his shoulder then disappear. She gasped taking rushed steps forward towards Michael. Michael just frowned and was about to question her when Hadrian popped up behind him.

"It could be today," Hadrian growled, grabbing Michael's shoulder then shoved him around.

Before Hadrian could take a swipe at Michael, Serenity launched herself at Michael. They both tumbled to the ground with Michael striking his head and momentarily losing conscious. She warily looked up at Hadrian who was glaring down at them with a furious look. He grabbed her by her hair and forced her to her feet.

"You dare attempt to save his life?" he shouted. He watched her closely as she nervously glanced down at the slowly stirring Michael. "Oh... Oh, I get it, Sweet Blood, you love him -- the protector of all," he spat as Michael frowned looking at Serenity. "Well, that won't do."

Serenity gasped when Hadrian stooped low kneeling before Michael's fallen body. He raised his hand with his claws ready and was about to deliver a blow when Serenity grabbed Hadrian's head. Her empathic gifts zipped through her like pulses and vibrations of electricity. It began to rise up within her. She gasped as she forced herself inward. She thought of her vicious rape, the kiss between Michael and Emilia she witnessed that one day, the loss and betrayal when Emilia fell, feelings of never being good enough and never coming out from Emilia's shadow, Michael's constant disapproval and belittling her, and the fact that Michael would never and could never desire her and love her and nobody ever would now due to her stolen innocence. She watched Hadrian scream out in pain as his hands attempted to grab at her hands. She forced him to the ground and watched him arch off the ground. His entire body was contorting and twisting.

"Serenity! Serenity, stop!" Michael's voice broke through her concentration, but he had reached out and grabbed her arm.

Serenity's eyes widened when Michael gasped as he squeezed his eyes shut against the pain ravaging his mind and body now. No, he wasn't supposed to feel, see, or know any of her intimate thoughts. She watched him fight through it all and grab her about the waist yanking her off Hadrian. He drew her into her arms embracing her tightly. She didn't know how he was withstanding the pain, but he was.

"Serenity," he whispered in her ear. "Focus. You need to come down from this. Shut your eyes and come back to my voice."

Serenity did what he instructed, letting herself reign in her emotions and gain control. She felt her barriers and shields slide into place as she held tightly unto Michael. She shuddered against him as the energy began to settle to a calmed level. He soothed her as he stroked her back and whispered endearments.

"Is he gone?" Michael questioned. Serenity's eyes popped open.

"Yes, he disappeared before we could grab him," one of the Angels told him. "We chased him through the alley, but he must have regained a little of his strength, because he disappeared into thin air."

"Okay, that is fine. I will be ready next time when he returns," Michael assured. "Go, go find your new posts and protect them. We underestimated how vicious and brutal the demons have become to attack the guardians."

When Serenity felt only Michael's presence, he gently pulled back and looked into her eyes. He sighed then swallowed hard.

"Michael--"

"I need to take you to Raphael," he told her. "He will be able to heal you physically and may be able to be a slight balm for your emotional wounds."

"Michael, please. Please, forget what you have saw and felt."

"So much pain, little Angel," he whispered devastated. He swept her body up in his arm bridal-style. "If I had known--"

"It would not have made a difference. This-This does not change anything, Michael."

"Of course not, it just changes about everything."

Serenity opened her mouth to protest, but Michael looked up to the Heavens. She watched in awe as his wings spread out around them. She felt slight tension in his body before his body took flight ito the air. He was taking her home and she didn't have it in her to fight the comfort of his body that he offered her. She sighed then snuggled up against his chest. He looked down at her briefly and their eyes locked a moment before she gave into exhaustion as she closed her eyes.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Well, well, Michael DOES care after all. The cold, ruthless side of him seems to be a facade if I remember what I read last time. I like the twist you added by throwing in a sex-hungry demon. Makes things even more interesting! Voted up awesome and beautiful!

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      MaeMG 4 years ago

      Well, I think it's hard to see what Michael is all about when we see him going against people we know about thus far. However, when he shows who he truly is defending the defenseless and protecting the innocent from actual demons who desire harm, we get to see the real Michael. In a way, we see him now at his best rather his worst. Thanks for reading! :)

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Wow. That was really intense.

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      MaeMG 4 years ago

      vkwok-- yes, I think I like intensity too much. Thanks for reading! :D

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