Fallen, Angels, Daemons, and you.- part 2

Here's part two. I was stupid enough not to realize that I actually have a poll response! Personally, I blame it on being a blond.
Anyway, you probably don't want to here about that kind of stuff-so here's part two of Fallen, Angels, Daemons, and you. (Originally I wanted Lucifer but that was taken)
-Zella
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Eliza slammed her hand down on the alarm clock at her side table and turned back to her pillow. It smelled like my shampoo, like berries, she took comfort in the smell. But as soon as she did she shied back. Her 'mother' must have turned up the blinds last night because now a white filtered light cast through he use-to-be-closed windows. It was the kind of light that hurt your eyes and burnt your skin after two minutes of being in it.

She would have taken the burn and be glad for it, if this body could tan. But it couldn't. It was either pale, or red. Personally would rather take being a vampire over a lobster any day. Eliza remember a body she once had, of a beautiful African girl, she had such a nice skin then, coffee colored with milk AND sugar. Eliza had enjoyed that boy a lot.

"Mmmmmmmm...." She mumbled through my thoughts. Why did she have to wake up so damn early?

She stirred out of bed and walked across my room. She looked back inside it before she closed the door behind her. It had a strange yellow color that looked like Mountain Dew, with posters covering almost every inch of it. Posters of famous and not so famous art pieces, some overlapping others because she had run out of room. All of them had some kind of story, or had an angel, or something that reminded her of Paradise.

Eliza walked out of her room and placed her feet silently on the polished oak floor, shivers running through her small feet that use to be warm. She closed her door making an audible CLICK. Eliza then moved down the hall like a ghost, seen by no one, heard by nothing. She hated making a noisy entrance, despite were she was at. She loved to make an entrance by her looks alone, and that's all she needed, that and eyes to watch me.

She reached the bottom of the strait stair case and moved to the right and walked into the dinning room/ kitchen area. There was a large oak table set for four. Her 'father' already at the table and reading the paper. The paper held up to high so all she could see was the top of his brown and gray highlighted hair, his beefy hinds holding the paper and setting a crinkle in it.

Her mother was in the kitchen facing away away from her, grilling eggs. She turned, her back to Eliza, with the skillet in her hand as she portioned the eggs to the four plates that ere on the of counter. She turned to put the skillet back on the stove top. She then brought the peaces of bread she had on a plate, and put them in the toaster four at a time.

Eliza reached the table and sat on her usual spot. She waited. Her mother managed to get the toast out without burning them- a very surprising detail, Eliza had learned to get used to the taste of bread and charcoal with eggs- and got ready to put them on her plate when suddenly she jumped so high that the toast flew out of her hands and in random spaces in the air. Eliza watched them fall sullenly.... damn.

The woman placed her right hand over her heart daintily, "Oh my lord! Abby, you scared me. I don't know how you always manage your silent entries." She said, her voice out of breath.

She frowned, she thought she had made enough noise scooting her chair. Suddenly her father put down his paper and laughed. "That's out Abby for you. As silent as my Guardian Angel." He gave her a smile, wide and goofy. She gave a half smile back. Oh the irony of it all!

"Sweety." Her mother said. Her voice back to it's usual dainty wisp. "Since your down here, go get you Aaron." She said then made a grab for the toast about the living room.

She stood up. lightly scrapping her chair against he wood floor. She didn't it back in. Instead she walked up the stairs and into Aaron's room. She opened it and looked inside, a boy was laying at the edge of his bed so his arm dangled to the floor, his fingers weaved through the shag carpeting. His bare back was up and listed in even intervals, his odd colored half-wings going up with it.

The room was dark, the curtains drawn. The only thing she could see was his pale flesh and his golden hair that- like hers- could seem to shin with no light at all. But physical features had lost value to Eliza thirty bodies ago. The most striking and perfect feature about him was the odd colored black, gray, and white wings that were cut off at the joint.

He was a Fallen, like her, he was Orthen, Angel of Pain. In the human world they looked like twins that were jointed at the hip. In the invisible world of the Fallen, they looked like two Fallen who needed something to do besides remember.

Eliza sat on the bed next to him. Instantly his chocolate brown eyes opened to he looked at her. He closed them again as if to say, "oh, it's just you."

OH, NICE TO SEE YOU, TOO. She sent in thought. Fallen had the same system they did as Angels. They could send other Fallen telepathic messages any time they wanted. When you sent messages in thought, it was the old voice you had as an Angel, more beautiful than any human voice.

AW DON'T BE LIKE THAT. I'M JUST TIRED. NOW TELL ME, HOW I GONE PRO-SLOTH? He thought, making her name, Eliza the Damned Fallen and Dark Angel of Sin, a joke.

She slapped his shaking shoulders. YES, NOW DON'T MAKE ME GIVE YOU GLUTTONY TOO. YOU'LL HAVE THE GUT OF AN OLD MAN!

He chuckled and got up. From here she could see his pale, bare chest. He had worked out a lot, giving him the swimmers body. With his wide shoulders and thin waist, a six pack, and indented groin muscles, and the pecks, he was hot. She nodded and grabbed a shirt off the floor- his floors were cluttered with clothes. He nodded toward the door, a sign for her to get out now before he started to strip. She snickered at him and left.

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Eliza walked into the crowded, foul smelling lunch room. It was a Friday so most kids were exited for the weekend, giving the lunch ladies a hard time. It was weird, almost everyone serving lunch was a woman. Did they do that on purpose? Was there any man serving lunch at some school somewhere else? Were they called Lunch Men?

While she was mentally babbling to herself, she sat down at her usual table. The humans called it the "popular table" just because all the people at the table were cheerleaders, honor roll students, and lacrosse players. Basically everyone at the "popular table" was a Fallen. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we thought to each other- depending on the conversation. She sat down across from Alaizabeth and started to unpack her home-made lunch. Alaizabeth looked at Eliza and sent her a thought.

GEEZ, NO SLEEP AGAIN? She asked. Eliza smiled. Alaizabeth's human name was Jude, she looked like a happy blond- and acted like one too- she had been Eliza's best friend in Paradise. Time hadn't changed that.

THAT OBVIOUS? Eliza sent back.

WELL YA. I MEAN THE BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES ARE LIKE A DEEP PURPLE AND THE SIZE OF TEXAS. IT EITHER IS TEXAS OR SOMEONE HIT YOU WITH A TRUCK. YOU NEED SOME SERIOUS SLEEP.

She laughed at that. Orthen came up behind her then, shooing the guy to her right and sat in his place. He had a school lunch- fish sticks- and a peach. "Thanks for keeping my seat warm for me there old' Danny Boy." He said and slapped the jock on the shoulder. Danny rolled his eyes and kept up his silent conversation with Reasile.

Alaizebeth laughed, then turned to Orthen. "Say Orthen," She said and looked at him, "What do you think about life and death?"

He looked at her, stunned. "Why?" Eliza asked. Life and Death was a dead topic for Fallen, we lived, we died. That's all. We never talked about it because it was depressing.

She shrugged. "Just wondering. We die so many times, only to be rewarded with life. So I want to know which is fun for you." She said it like she was explaining a subtraction problem to a college math student. "I personally, like death. People weep, you get to go to your own funeral." She said.

Orthen smiled. "Well I believe that life is better than death. I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it had fresh peaches in it." As if to make an example of himself, his bit into the peach and smiled at her with a mouth full of chewed pinkish beige colored chunks. Eliza rolled her eyes and stared at the sandwich in front of her. She was about to eat it when she felt a sheer wave of fright. It was in the back of her mind, in the part she always kept open just in case of Fallen had something to say to her that the human's shouldn't here.

LISTEN! She yelled into her mind, signaling it to every Fallen in the world. LISTEN TO THE SIGNAL SOMEONE IS GIVING YOU! The Fallen she could see all looked confused, but did what she said. She listened, opening her mind farther. Suddenly the room disappeared and she was looking through the eyes of a Fallen that was very scared. She was in the mind of the Fallen, almost becoming her.
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Thri-

Thri was scared out of her mind. She had no idea what in the world was chasing her, all she knew was that it scared her, and that was enough to run for. But she didn't know New York at all! She ended up going through small alley and into smaller ones that smelled like cat piss. She was way way to far away from people for comfort.

She couldn't even run that fast, only like, Olympic speed style for humans, which wasn't fast enough. She needed to ditch the thing chasing her, heal her wounds, and take a nice, long shower. Thri looked behind herself and yelped. There was something there, a blotch of ugly and deep red against the warn and crumbling walls, it was ugly and a deep red figure. She screamed again, and found that she really couldn't run any faster.

In her mind, it seemed like all of the Fallen were with her, silent and shocked, unable to help her. All except one mind, there leader- since Lucifer fell-, Dark Angel Eliza. She was now the most respected and loved Fallen on Earth.

IT'S A DEVIL! DEVILS DON'T KILL FALLEN FOR FOOD. THEY KILL HUMANS. THEY THINK FALLEN AS DISGUSTING BEING BECAUSE OF OUT BLOOD, OF HOW PURE IT WAS. DID YOU DO SOMETHING TO TICK IT OFF? She said.

NO! Thri whined, scared. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. I WAS WALKING TO MY NEW APARTMENT WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN-

A sharp, agonizing pain shot through Thri, making it impossible to continue her thoughts. She fell, half crumpled on the ground to see that her hole side was a blood and gashed wound, half her organs hanging out of her body in a bloody mess. She then looked up at the figure as she fell to the ground to stare at her attacker for her last seconds on Earth.

It was a skinny and ugly. It's skin seeming to be made of some dry, clumpy clay. There were cracks in it's horrible skin, oozing out it's vile black blood. His eyes seemed to be just slits on it's deformed, clay like head. Black as coals with no pupil.

The most interesting thing about the Devil though, was his sword. It was a long, jagged blade that was covered heavily with dark red liquid that was steadily dripping off he blade and into the dirty alley floor.

A DEVIL'S SWORD, THE ONLY THING IN THE WORLD BESIDES A FALLEN'S OR AN ANGEL'S SWORD THAT CAN PERMANENTLY KILL A FALLEN. AFTER YOU'RE KILL WITH ONE OF THOSE, THEIRS NO HELL, NO PARADISE, NO EARTH... JUST LIMBO. Eliza's voice said sadly in her head as her breath stopped and the pain became to much for Thri.

She passed out and died.
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Eliza-

The connection died, the Fallen was dead.

Slowly, Eliza stood up, a slight feeling of pain in her side were the girl- Thri- had been struck. It hurt, like fire. She sighed sadly and opened her eyes. Alaizabeth was on the ground, one of her legs still caught in the seat that was attached to the table. She looked at Alaizabeth to see her spasaming, her green eyes rolling back into her head and her thin tan body moving violently. She must have been too deep in the connection, Eliza thought, having to look away from her best friend in embarrassment.

All around her, Fallen were crying in horrible sobbing tears, with humans at there sides asking what was wrong. The ones who weren't crying were staring at nothing in particular, the look of sadness and confusion on there faces, some were just dumbfounded.

Suddenly something inside her clicked. Eliza's need to protect her people had kicked in. The reason she was now the leader of the Fallen kicked in.

"SHUT UP!" She screamed, the numb people looked at her, mentally slapped, the crying people were staring at her in shock. She had no idea what she looked like, wingless to them, with blond hair and brown eyes. She wanted her midnight black wings, she wasn't her night time hair, her rose colored lips, her milky white skin. She wanted HERSELF.

To bad life wouldn't give it to her.

"Stop crying and listen to me. All of you." Eliza said, her voice rung authority even though it was her Abby voice, the childish, impish sound. "Get Alaizabeth to a doctor. Make sure you keep in contact and make sure that you all go in groups of two to three till things settle down." She said to her Fallen. The Principle came it, starting to say something.

"Now listen here-" He began, human.

All it took was one look for him to shut up and freeze. She turned back to her Fallen then, repeating her words to everyone. "I'M GOING TO FIGURE THIS OUT,"

She looked down to Alaizabeth, then realized that one either side of her, was a pool of red blood. Eliza unclenched her fists so her nails were no longer in her palms and stormed out of the cafeteria, out of the school, furious.

She got to her car and just... drove. She couldn't think yet. There was something preventing her from doing it, so she just drove to Make Out Point to look over the city. When she got there, she walked out of her car to see that it was starting to rain, tears falling out of the sky, mourning poor Thri.

As soon as she got out and to a certain spot, she fell to the ground. He knees hit it first, stone jabbed out into her skin, braking it. She half stood, half sat there, looking out onto the town.

She could only think of one thing.

"LUCIFER!" She yelled. Oh how it seemed to ring in her head and in the air around her after she said it. How that one word seemed to make everything all right. Only because it was HIS name. My Lucifer.

She closed her eyes and let herself cry as the rain beet down upon her.
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Sorry I kind of got sloppy at the end.... >.>~~~~~~~~~~
-Zella