Things Were Going So Well (AMBRIEL)

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

---------New York, NY-----------

Things were going so well too, that was the problem with demons, just when you exorcise one of them two more come out of the woodwork after you. Bound, gagged, (which normally would be the start of a good night for her) and now listening to them talk about her fate as if she wasn’t in the room had her wondering idly if perhaps Vetis might happen upon this scene and take it in his black heart to not only not take advantage of the situation but to also free her from the predicament she now found herself in. Maybe it was time to finally upgrade her brother, who had been training for three long years under her, from junior ghostbuster to full on hunting partner, situations like this had been happening to often to her and she needed some sort of backup.

It had started off so well. She had heard about a group of demon worshipers (I mean really? Pick a dark God or something, they can get you better benefits) who had gone onto holy ground, killed a priest and a few workers and took off with something from the rectory. While desecration of a church wasn’t something that she’d find a killable offence the murders were, so she tracked them down to a dingy home in the most run down neighborhood she had ever seen.

For a good long time now she had wondered why it was she was still hunting, it’s not like she didn’t have other options. She could take Freddy and settle down in South America, work and live out their lives in some semblance of normalcy. The only reason she could think of (well aside from the chance at being able to cut loose with the sadistic violent streak in her) was because her particular fighting style was unique. For someone who knew the Kings and their reputation, hell for a Kings, it would be a beacon that she was still alive in the world and if her parents were out there, alive and searching for her, supernatural creatures killed with swords and crossbow bolts would be a sign to them that she was still alive and they could track her. Of course if things went the way she thought they might at this point there would be nothing to track, she’d be either possessed or dead in moments, so it’d be up to Freddy to find them. While she didn’t want to leave her brother all alone in the world she really didn’t think that if she died here it would be really that great of a loss.

[ambriel]

Ambriel had a strict set of duties: serve his Lord, Castiel; serve as a communicator between heaven and earth; and help humans in trouble. Obviously, Ambriel was not able to always help people. Sometimes it was beyond his boundaries. When Ambriel did help, it was usually rather discreetly. Moving an object, allowing a distraught teen to start up her dead car, lessen an otherwise fatal blow. However, in whatever Ambriel did, the person he was helping would have a little more faith in God and the angels afterward. That was sort of the point, or, that's what Michael, Raphael and now Castiel told him.

On any other day, Ambriel would have left the girl bound and gagged in the run-down house. But this was not a normal occasion, and Ambriel was not so cruel to just leave the poor girl there.

"Aaah!"

Crash!

"Wait, please, I--Gaaah!"

Thud.

From the other room, the sounds of screaming and battle could be heard. The two men, both possessed, withdrew their attention from Whiskey and looked toward the door.

"Aaaah!"

A burst of light shone from underneath the doorway, followed by the subtle thud of a body hitting the floor.

"Dacrum, is that...?" The first demon looked to the other, worry in his black eyes.

"Shit, shit, shit. I told you we should've put up the Enochian!" Dacrum screamed, picking up a handgun from a nearby table.

"...Didn't we leave that weapon with the kid?[/color]"

"...Oh no. Crowley's gonna be piss--[/color]"

Interrupting Dacrum, Ambriel kicked the door open. Iron knife in his grasp, the angel put up his free hand, flinging the first demon against a wall. Dacrum merely flinched and fired a couple rounds at Ambriel's head.

"You're stronger than him.[/color]" Ambriel, two bullets in his face, looked to the demon pinned against the wall. "Let's see just how well Father Richard made this knife you were so keen on getting.[/color]" Turning his head back to Dacrum, Ambriel threw the knife at him, the iron blade stabbing into the demon's heart.

A flash of orange light exploded from his mouth as the corpse collapsed to the floor. Leaving the knife in the body, Ambriel made short work of the other demon, momentarily flooding the room with light.

Snap.

Ambriel snapped his fingers, loosening the ropes that bound the hunter to the chair. "You're lucky I came when I did, or else you would have been their play thing.[/color]"

The angel had no idea that this girl was a hunter. Not by just looking at her, anyway. He fully intended on wiping her memory, he just wanted to see her reaction first. Regular humans weren't supposed to be aware of demons and angels. Not like this. Whiskey was not "regular", of course. Protocol changed with hunters.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

Okay, maybe she had finally gone crazy, or maybe this was some demonic thing, but when the screaming and flashes of light came from the other room Whiskey couldn’t help but turn towards the door in complete confusion. Really like the last thing she expected was that kind of commotion. She kinda expected a quick death, demon possession, or maybe to wake up in a straight jacket but more weirdness in her life, no really she had enough. Then mister salty goodness walked through the door with his bad self, well helloooo nurse, get down with your bad ass self why don’t you? Course that’s when the walking hawtness took two bullets to the face, Whiskey inwardly sighed, figuring that angels wept when something that perfect was taken from this world before she had a chance to hit on it…but then he kept moving….WFT?

As the room illuminated with that white light Whiskey turned from it instinctively, closing her eyes against it. She nearly toppled over in the chair trying to move further back away in fact. She missed the dagger in the demons heart, with flinching away from the sound of the gun, only pausing her eyes long enough to see Ambriel was still alive. Well he shouldn’t be for long she figured, weird creature or not, most things who got shot in the head died. That’s when she felt the bonds holding her loosen, she moved her hands up to cover her face a moment, another instinctual move, before realizing that not only had the light show totally stopped but those broken ribs she had hurt ALOT. She winced against the pain, putting a hand to her chest to try to stop the stabbing, slowly taking in a few breaths before reaching up to pull the gag from her mouth with her other hand, she opened her eyes and looked over, blinking in surprise that Ambriel was still standing, apparently alive. Now the thing about Whiskey is she is a Kings, with that not only did the huntress inherit a natural ability to kill things but also a mouth that might one day get her killed. Her shock turning to annoyance now, annoyed that this thing saved her, annoyed that she was now in quite a bit of pain and had no pleasure to show for it, and mostly annoyed at herself for getting into this mess to deal with.

“What….the hell? I totally had that under control mister I got shot in the face light show…what are you?”

You might think she wasn’t grateful but if you knew her better you’d know she was, the fact that she didn’t just simply start cussing him out indicated that, but she had to keep up the tough girl appearances if only for her own pride.

[ambriel]

Ambriel watched as the woman untied herself, she appeared to be in a bit of pain. Demons weren't one to play nicely, so this came as little surprise. The angel would fix her up and erase her memories. She would be completely fine.

"I am sorry, under control? You were bound to a chair, miss. You are lucky I decided to save you, and not just take the holy knife that the demons stole.[/color]" Ambriel gritted his teeth. He normally wouldn't let words like "demon" slip, but he had a profound hatred toward them. Besides, this girl wouldn't remember a thing in a minute. He had to let out his bottled up rage somehow. The past couple years he has had three or four different Gods, and he never dared once question it. So much confusion and anger just sitting in Ambriel...it wasn't healthy, to say the least.

He glanced at the holy knife still submerged in the vessel's corpse before looking back up at Whiskey. "I am not a monster, if that is what you are thinking. I am merely a helpful servant. Despite that look you are giving me.[/color]" Gently, Ambriel pressed to fingers against his forehead, and the bullet wounds vanished from his face. "Maybe that will help. It did not really hurt me, but I want to keep my body fresh. Cannot walk around with bullets in my head.[/color]"

Letting his hand fall to his side, Ambriel raised an eyebrow. "You look to be in pain. I can heal you, if you want. Come here and I will make you better.[/color]" A rather pathetic attempt at resolving things peacefully, but Ambriel didn't want to deal with having to chase this girl down. Once Whiskey was within range, Ambriel would heal her and then wipe her memory of recent events.

That was the plan, anyway.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

She just shook her head at him, struggling to her feet, her own pride not allowing her to ask for help no matter what the hell this thing in front of her was.

“Yea, control as in I would have gotten free and exorcised their black eyed asses back to hell for killing those people at the church, kinda my job.”

She took a moment, looking around the room, eyes adjusting finally on her sword, gun, and crossbow lying in a pile in a corner. She moved gingerly over to them, hand still over her broken ribs, carefully bending over to pick her gear up.

“I’ve worked with things that weren’t human before, not my first rodeo Tex. It’s just shocking sometimes to see someone take bullets to the head and keep walking, you gotta give me that at least.”

She carefully strapped her sword back on her back then her belt holding her crossbow and gun onto her waist, taking a moment to lean up against the wall, looking to him as he spoke.

“Spider to the fly right? Like I said not my first rodeo tex, what you charge for such wonderful service, a favor, soul, all that fun stuff wrapped up into one? Thanks but no thanks, I can wrap myself up and take a few weeks to heal. So you want to give me what they stole from that church so I can return it or do I have to kick your ass for it? To tell you the truth I’d rather you go with what is behind curtain one cause I’m all kinds of tired.”




word count[/b] 270
tag[/b] Ambriel
notes[/b]
credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[ambriel]

Ambriel blinked, watching Whiskey as she freed herself. For being tied up and about to become a demon's chew toy, she was rather ungrateful and rude. The angel would have said something, but he knew enough about humans to back off when they got upset.

Sighing, he pushed down anything that he might have said as a remark that would have been considered "mean" or "hurtful". Ambriel was used to saying whatever he wanted to humans, so it was a little difficult.

"So, you are a hunter?[/color]" Ignoring Whiskey's question about the holy knife, Ambriel pulled the weapon from the demon's corpse and took a step back. Hopefully she wouldn't question it any further, Ambriel had orders for what he was to do with the knife.

"I am not deal maker or looking for something in return for my services.[/color]" Now that Ambriel knew she was a hunter, he could solely heal her instead of also erasing her memory. "It would be rather foolish to not accept my offer to repair your wounds. I am an angel of human protection, it is my job to keep you safe.[/color]" Coming off a bit more hostile than he thought, Ambriel kept his distance from the girl. He meant well, but Ambriel could practically sense the stubbornness of the female. If he tried to get closer in an attempt to heal her, the angel might get more than just a couple bullets in the head.

All this talking from Ambriel was a little strange. He never usually spoke this much. But hopefully it would keep the woman from remembering the holy knife.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

All this talking from Ambriel was a little strange. He never usually spoke this much. But hopefully it would keep the woman from remembering the holy knife.

Ungrateful, rude, all that could be explained away by not only a hurt pride. She should be the rescuer not the rescuee and she hated feeling like she owed someone. She knew she was being mean and really she should be grateful but damn it tasted bitter in her mouth to be saved by anyone, she was so used to being in control of every situation that her lack of control in this one made her words venom. Well that and the pain in her chest. She looked to Ambriel with her hazel eyes ad his question.

“Yea, I’m a hunter. Whiskey, Whiskey Kings is my name. You got one or is Salty Goodness gonna do?”

Her tone softening, the name she picked out from him almost having a flirtatious nature about it, perhaps her way of apologizing to him, of thanking him, something. She honestly did want healing but she hadn’t ever come across an Angel before and part of her was leery of him for a whole new reason, it wasn’t that she had been living the best life, okay on a scale of sin and hand basket to hell she was peeking out of that basket and wondering why it was so hot already.

“Human protection hua? So what all does that entail, you go around stopping people from getting mugged….no wait that still happens.”

She gave in though, pushing off the wall and walking up to him, looking up because, to be honest, at 5’2” she looked up to most people in the world.




credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[ambriel]

"...S...salty?

[/color]" Ambriel questioned with a whisper, furrowing his brow as he did so. Needless to say, the angel missed the point of the comment. He gave a half-hearted chuckle, assuming "Salty Goodness" was a joke of some sort.

Wow. That was strange. When was the last time he laughed?

"I know you humans think we don't do much,[/color]" Ambriel began to say, rubbing his shoulder, one of his nervous tells, "but we do a lot more than you think. The world would be a much worse place if we did absolutely nothing. Everything happens for a reason, even the bad things like 'mugging'.[/color]" There were also bad things that angels could not prevent. But he wouldn't go there.

The angel put a hand just below Whiskey's neck. "My name is Ambriel.[/color]" After a few seconds there was a quick glow from Ambriel's hand, and all of Whiskey's wounds were gone, like magic. Well, not completely gone, there would be an ache or two he couldn't get rid of.

He wasn't as quick as some of the higher tier angels with the healing, Ambriel simply wasn't on the same level as them. The angel had also tired himself out, tracking the group of demons and slaying all of them. "Phew,[/color]" Ambriel shook his head lightly, the sudden surge of energy he used had tired him.

He removed his palm from Whiskey's upper chest. "There. You should feel much better. No side effects.[/color]" That he knew of, anyway.[/blockquote]

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

Her hand reached up to cover his, a soft smile caressing her lips. Sighing softly when he took her hand away from hers, she had begun to let that anger like venom in her veins drain away. His touch against her skin felt good, she couldn’t help but notice it, and she silently wondered if angels had the same urges as humans and if that nervous move was any indication that maybe he felt the attraction that she did, but first…business.

“That thing they killed those people for, I should return it to the church they took it from.”

She bit her bottom lip, feeling oddly young in this angel’s presence, like a child who’s parents had told it that they weren’t perfect, shattering her childhood idealistic fantasies. Thing is she would never admit she had idealistic ideas about angels, that they were watching over her or there when she needed them. She figured the closest thing to an angel she had was Vetis.

“We probably should get out of here though, in case more of them show up. Someplace for you to rest too…we can go back to my hotel room.”

She motioned for him to follow her, putting her weapons back in their various holsters, stopping to kick one of the bodies on the way out. If she could she’d bring the demons back from the pit one at a time so she could kill them all once again, hating that she was denied revenge for what they had done to her.





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[ambriel]

Whiskey's presence had...changed a bit. She was a bit more friendly rather than standoffish and sort of rude. It was a pleasant change of pace. He had never told a human that he was angel without the human acting out. Ambriel was grateful to Whiskey for this.

"Right, the knife.

[/color]" He sighed, plucking the weapon out of the corpse's body. "The Greenwell Church is not a safe place for the holy blade anymore. If demons were able to influence people to get the knife, they can do it again. It has to be kept somewhere else. A different church, I suppose.[/color]" In all honestly, the holy knife was the least of heaven's concerns. It didn't matter where it went, as long as it was safe.

The angel had hoped that Whiskey forgot about the weapon. She wouldn't let him take the knife and run. Plus, Ambriel was too weak to be looking for a place to keep it, he didn't have the energy. So for now, he'd have to stay with her.

Ambriel nodded. "I do not usually do this. But, I will stay with you for now. Using up any more of my power would be a risk.[/color]" A faint smirk appeared on his face as Whiskey kicked one of the corpses. "Plus,[/color]" he cleared his throat, "if there are any other demons, they would likely try to track you. I doubt it, but it is my duty to make sure you are safe. I will rest in your 'hotel room', and protect you. Killing two birds with one stone, right?[/color]" What a morbid saying.

For now, Ambriel would stay away from angelic transportation. Whiskey would need to drive him back to her place. Hopefully she would understand this.[/blockquote]

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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Friendly, well she was trying for damn right flirtatious, but friendly would do. Of course she’d met a whole load of things in her travels, so why not an Angel. He’d already shown her that he had powers with the healing and taking bullets, also healing her. It could also be that she’d been fighting monsters so long that she’d become jaded to anything new in her life. Nothing was really magical anymore.

“I know some people who can keep the knife safe if you are willing to trust me with it. Hunters, contacts in Chicago, good people who would rather die than let any demons get their hands on it.”

The truth from her lips, she honestly stopped judging creatures as good or evil based on what they were a few years back, except for vampires they all needed to die, but when it came to holy relics she knew people who would keep it safe no matter what.

She moved out of the building and over a few blocks to where she had parked her car was parked, unlocking the drivers side door, tossing her gear in the back seat and sliding in. After a moment she unlocked the passenger door and opened it for him.


‘Get in, buckle up, and hold on, I don’t think you’ve ever flown this fast before.”

To accent the statement she started up the car, revving the engine to a loud growl.

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VELVET BURNS WRISTS WHILE OBSTRAINING, YOU BLUSHED.
DANCE AND EXPLODE

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YOU BLUSHED AND SMILED, AND SAID YOU WOULD STAY.
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