"How long? When did you find out? I just.. WOW!"

There was a moment, when the way was still new. I was afraid to hope - you put your hand in mine. Nothing had ever felt like that way to me, like your touch. I wanted to weep, you turned and looked at me, your eyes filled with dancing light and I was bathed in your warmth. And I believed in that moment; that even for me -- all things were possible, in that moment in your light I felt what to is to be beautiful.How many lives were touched by you? How many lives transformed by your courage to give and to love? How many became beautiful in your light? We promised always to share the truth - always. There was a truth beyond anything - beyond everything I had ever known or dreamed. It was the truth of all you gave, of all you sacrificed for me. The truth of your love humbled me, silenced me and the truth I could never share with you is the truth of how deeply I love you.

I will remember

I will remember every moment,

every word,

every look,

every touch,

our love lives -- it will live forever

nothing will destroy us

love does not die

you're safe- you're safe now -- Sleep my love

::: Kelie wipped away a tear. She called her angel. To let him know she had returned ::::

She had a good dream about Michael and prom and Ms fathom confessing all. the dram fast forwarded to prom. she just had a nice safe evening. no war to worry about one night off. Michael had taken her out to dinner, there was a nice chauffeured car so neither of them had to drive. They danced most of the night. He held her close and she placed her head on his chest. after the prom they went for a walk in the park. and finally took her home.

it was a good dream and wanted to stay there longer but the attendant had woken her up they were landing. She sat up right and buckled herself in. "Welcome back to San Francisco Ms Coey."

But what would make her happy? She was in a furry at this moment. The damn prince still had her heart. She could what he asked and try and get that angel or she could be come an angel. Oh how that would be fun. She thought as she moved destroying things in her path. It would be easier if she could just become human. They were allowed to be dark and harbor anger and yet still be selfless if they wished. The coffee table was over turned and some chairs were tossed and broken as she crashed on the couch and looked around. What a mess she had made? She thought as she leaned back and closed her eyes. She would have to go to hell and steal her hurt, but first she would do what Andrealphus wants of her once again. Maybe she could earn back some trust, so when she entered hell he would not kill her on sight, though she did not think he would do that since he seemed to think she would be some pawn in his game and he would learn one way or another that she was done being a pawn.

Laying down, she closed her eyes as she waited for Aki to return. She knew she should attempt to clean the place up, but she did not want to at the moment. She liked being surrounded by some random destruction and she had other things on her mind as she waited for him to return.

Her date with Michael the other night went poorly. She just didn't have it in her. Michael was so sweet to offer his help. Kellies little fishbowl of a life had shattered. not even Pizza, her favorite food, could raise her spirits. So she did what ever spoiled little rich brat did -- she went shopping. She took advantage of her fathers table at the restaurant her parents frequented. The freedom of no cell phone meant no one could get ahold of her. and she planned her next step. Wether to stay and the academy or leave for a different school. Her parents wanted her to leave the school and in that sense leave Michael.

Poor Michael. He lives a life as a human --- as a punishment. He cares about her. she cares about him. why was everything life or death at 17? she gets into her beetle and drives to nowhere in particular. Just to think.

Now Andrea sat in her apartment cold. The little bastard had set this up. She knew it. And that meant she was going to have to get rid of him. Sitting calmly she coldly contemplated her revenge. This had endangered her Tasks, would get her in trouble with her superiors when they found out, and just pissed her off. She was going to kill him.

What Kellie is concerned about is Michael real feelings. Having discussed this before. How sometimes he would have to do things that were not friendly to their relationship. But she wondered -- How much of what Michael was doing with Ms Fathom was just an act????

Good Archangel Vapula spoke to me of the lies spread by the demons of Network 66...whom he is using as a pawn for God's Will without their knowledge, and how they would have sullied his name for their own reasons. The flies claiming superiority as they buzz about in the face of a true Archangel. On the corpse left behind by the fallen Demon, there was an artifact of Ethereal purpose...that I turned over to the posession of Archangel Vapula. What better way to smite the demons than turning one of their own trinkets against them? For my loyalty and strength in the face of adversity, Archangel Vapula saw fit to honor me with farther experimentation. Grafting a piece to my soul, as well as softening the Symphonic noise that has been booming throughout this city since I had arrived. The body he bound me to, also, seemed stronger. No doubt this was for so skillfully crushing the strongest of the Demons' forces. Once I am finished healing this fleshpile...I will, again, return to my duties. For now, though, I am forced to keep a lower profile.

My travels through Chinatown were much more successful. The Mu Shu Palace saw someone getting punished for arrogance, someone else punished for impacience...and the loved ones of the guilty were able to see justice being done. I feel a bit more...whole...after this goings on. The tightness inside this vessel eased a bit. The pounding headache subsided. Perhaps worrying about seeking out the Demons hiding in the world and focus more on the weak at hand.

What remains is what to do with Roy. I fear he may be a demon, and thus...it would be within my realm of responsibility to end his suffering...his wallowing in the pools of his own cowardace and send him back to whatever hole his frail Heart is located.

It's been a long, stange day. There was a man named Roy Jones, that I met a few nights previously, who is something of a fan of something he describe to me as 'steampunk'. I'll have to look up what that is when I get the chance. But, returning to my point, I was speaking to him about my profession as a Demon Hunter...only to have some oversized human come trotting by covered in the wool of a human sheep. iPod, Nike Air Force...whatevers..., singing along to some mainstream, garbage rock-and-roll, or whatever is being passed off for that on Vh1 these days. The weakness that oozed off the belly-crawler brought a twitch to my eye and my meat-suit started to move almost on it's own. I raised my middle finger to the cattle, and he accepted it as provocation. A fight ensued...and the man died. Sometimes I forget how soft and weak humans are. He'll never learn to stand on his own. His own weakness has limited him, and I cannot hope to end his weakness, short of sending him to Hell.

I spent the rest of the night sharing a cell with Roy until we could speak with the Public Defender. Self defense...such a loose term. It allowed me to keep my freedom after a clear murder...or suicide by Celestial...which isn't far from my own purposes. On some level, I accept that he can't ever become strong enough to stand on his own...but a part of me revels in sending a worthless belly-crawler to Hell. At any rate, the world is how it is. Some Angel of Steampunk seems to drift about this city...watching the goings on and taking notes like a Grigori. I haven't made up my mind about this one... He might be one of those demons that would have kept the meak alive and undeveloped. Worthless creatures, those demons.

They always came to him when things calmed down, and boy did they calm down after earlier that day. His head still rung from the disruption that had happend earlierthat day, he knew there would be questions to be answered, but that wasn't where his thoughts lay.

The Red-Headed Knig ht filled his thoughts. He knew she had Honor, it had what drawn her to him and what drew her to him now. But she was one of the Others, which kept his actions in check, if one of the Others had Honor in such a way, then what could it mean about the rest. That made him think deeper thoughts and memories of one above him.

"I know what you're thinking," whispered Michael. "But sometimes, you are who you are. I know you're going to report it, but I am who I am, and this is a part of me."

Without further admonishment, the reliever allowed Michael this, watching and reading over the boy's shoulder at the generally infernal information.

"What? I'm going to the library."

"I still have to go with you."

"They don't allow dogs in the library. You won't be allowed in."

The dog lept onto the bed, continuing its argument with Michael. "I still have to go with you."

"You can go in celestial form. That shouldn't cause too much disturbance. But ... What are you? You can't have more than five forces for simple sentry duty."

"Three. And that's beside the point. I have to go with you."

"Then come along. I have some studying to do, and I prefer books to computers."

The dog's body fluttered like a cascade of feathers and only those truly perceptive could discern the slight fluttering glow near Michael's head.

"You ready," asked Michael.

"Yes."

She asked about my sexuality. I hadn't decided either way. I had never kissed a female. I had never done more than some kissing with tongue and fondling with males. I thought sexuality was something that was decided in College. I didn't have much to use as a reference. I have what most girls do their friends. It was a little embarrassing listening to the conversations in the girls bathrooms about what they did with their boyfriends. There is this ad campaign going on about abstinence till marriage. Maybe marriage was too far away for me and If sex was so horrible why do people make it out to be this great thing. It has its own drug like qualities.

Sexual Life wasn't like the romance novels. Ms. Fathom did offer though secrecy and no pregnancy and being that those are some of my biggest fears about sexually next to STD's . I had have the cousins and the friend who have had the abortions or gotten married too young and given up their freedom for regret and being tied down by an obligation to a little person that cannot care for itself. I did not want that. I want what freedom I have. If having a child would be anything like my childhood then I don't want it. I refuse to be an absentee parent. I don't want to leave my child with a nanny.

anyway Ms Fathom made me uncomfortable and I didn't really say much I just got my stuff and left the class room without my grades. Without my resume. Without anything but confusion --- I have to go find Michael but what will he say. I like him too much to screw this up. He didn't appear to want me for my body. He has always been kind and gentle. Don't screw this up Kellie. You don't want to go off to college and the rest of your adult life kicking yourself in the ass for stupid mistakes.

there was this weird time period in the middle of the day. The afternoon classes went by like a breeze. I have my assignment from the school paper. Ms fathom wanted me to return after school to make up my assignments. She gave me the option of doing it as extra homework. I wanted to take it home i had a coffee date with Michael but no she made me stay.

What is it with this teacher. the casual glances. She had her favorites all teachers do. I was not one of them but i keep my nose clean and did the assignments the best i could. tomorrow i need to go check on my grade. one of the good things that came out of the after school assignment --- it turns out ms fathom knows someone at the TV station. I was going to apply but being only 17 it would require a work permit and good grades but the benefits in the long run. It would be a good reference. College would take notice. I could be on my own legally. Go to college get a degree grow up.

Michael took me to this great coffee place. i had never been there before. it had the ld 1050's beatnik environment. I had Tea with honey. Michael insisted on paying for it. That was unusual but he agreed to let me buy him lunch if he took me to a movie. Michael ... never dated anyone more than once? It wasn't bad but somehow it wasn't typical. Michael defined definition and that was almost.... thrilling. He told one thing before saying goodnight. "try not to be alone with ms. fathoms."

there was this weird time period inthe middle of the day. The afternoon classes went by like a breeze. I have my asignmentg from the school paper. Ms fathom wanted me to return after school to make up my assignments. She gave me the option of doing it as extra homework. I wanted to take it home i had a coffee date with Micheal but no she made me stay.

What is it with this teacher. the casual glaces. She had her favorites all teachers do. I was not one of them but i keep my nose clean and did the assignments the best i could. tomorrow i need to go check on my grade. one of the good things that came out of the afterschool assignment --- it turns out ms fathom knows someone atthe TV station. i was goignto apply but being only 17 it woudl require a work permit and good grades butthe benifiets in the long run. It would be a good reference. College woudl take notice. I could be on my own legally. Go to college get a degree grow up.

Micheal took me to this great coffee place. i had never been there before. it had the ld 1050's beatnik enviroment. I had Tea with honey. micheal insisted on paying for it. That was unusal buthe agreed to let em buyhim lunch if he took me to a movie. Micheal ... never dated anyone more than once? It wasnt bad but somehow it wasn't typical. Micheal defined definition and that was almost.... thrilling. He told one thing before saying goodnight. "try not to be alone with Ms. Fathoms."

Once upstairs, there were no introductions. But it was obvious that one was a Seraph, one an Elohite, and the third could have been anything.

"Have you been fraternizing with ethereals?"

"Yes." Oh, that answer got a raze out of the three.

"You do realize that this is why you are being punished, yes?"

"Yes."

"You are not even going to try and defend yourself?"

"There is no need to defend myself. I have been building alliances to defend the students placed under my care. If I can get the help of ethereals to keep students safe, then they will trust me for favors. In the meantime, I will have thwarted a local demon who is in a greater position than I am at the school. With this mutual beneficience, the ethereals might be willing to work with us instead of Hell."

"That is a possibility," said the apparent Elohite. "However, why should we consider such a deal?"

"It won't be a deal, but rather a mutual respect. They have abilities we lack and vice versa. And if properly motivated, can aid humanity as well. Otherwise, why bother with an Archangel of Dreams?"

"This demon at the school, why has it not been dealt with?"

"The death of a teacher, at the possible hands of a student, will cause more problems than the demon. After all, Nybbas can get a hold of that kind of story, tighten security on the campus and thus a retaliation from some of the students. Or perhaps a change in policy that would allow others to be infiltrated in. As it stands, I am gaining intel on this demon and determining its goals."

"It is apparent you believe what you have told us, and the Symphony does confirm in some small way, however, a reliever will be assigned to you to maintain watch over you on your, 'dates.'"

With a groan, Michael acknowledged. This was going to make things harder. An entire lifetime as a human, this could be so much worse. At least he didn't have to deal with Dominic directly.