Once the fighting had settled down, the bodies had all fallen, and the blood settled on the ground like fallen rain, Adam stopped.
He was shaking from anger, grief, and adrenaline. Never before had he alone caused that much carnage. He took a look around and was proud
Of himself of the vengeance he got for losing his beloved Eve. But, he was sickened by the smell of the blood, bile, and Death. The cost of it
All! All these people were not solely responsible for the death of his love, only one was. That person was going to pay soon enough. Strangely
Enough, he looked around through the misty rain and his blood soaked face, he did not see the one person he thought he would see. His eyes
Opened in terror again. Maybe she met her end tonight too. Maybe this whole night was one big set up from the start....a punishment....a
Fitting end. Just as well, he thought to himself. She was just as much to blame for this. Her desires were just too much......his desires were just
Too.....it was all too problematic. He should have listened to Eve the first time, and left her alone. No good could ever come of them getting
Together. Look at where he was standing now. Blood-soaked, a stake in his hand, a hunter? He thought....NO! I am not! My love is not with
Azrael. It is, and was with, Eve.
He walked back over to where she was killed. Nothing remained excepted clumps of ash, her clothes, and a locket he had given her
On an anniversary in France. Taking the locket, he placed it to his lips, and fell to his knees, weeping heavily. It seemed as Mother Nature
She mourned with him, for she opened the heavens and rained on him.
Getting up slowly, Adam walked among the dead, looking for signs of Azrael. He wanted to see if she too, was killed. He saw no
Sign of her. On one hand he felt relief, on the other, he wished that she had met her end. Adam was angry at Azrael, but at the same time, he
Wished she was there to ease his pain. But, the memory and the sight of Eve's death replaying in his mind, was all too much, and wiped out
Any tender thoughts he had of his beloved Angel. To him, his Angel was now his Demon.
Azrael slipped under the water of her bath. Her head was splitting in two it felt. She had only been home for two hours from the
Heated battle since Anthony, her former partner, saved her from impending death. Anthony had fixed the bathroom the way she liked it, with
Candles, soft music, and incense. She wept in the bath as she recalled the events of the night. If she had just gotten over to Eve a few seconds
Earlier, she could have saved her. Then her mind flashed to all her fallen comrades. She had never seen Adam like that, but she understood his
Anger. She would have been the same way. She hoped that he was ok, and wanted to see him. Her body wanted to be next to him. She wanted
To be held, wanted to hold him, to rock each other until the tears and pain stopped. Suddenly, a pain, a searing cramp, grabbed her in her
Belly, she sat up in the tub with a start, gasping. Getting out of the tub, she rubbed her belly, and noticed a tightness, a tiny knot, plus a dark
Line starting at her belly button going to her pubic bone. Puzzled, she dressed, and thought no more about it. All she needed was rest and
Adam, but knew all she was getting was rest. Climbing into bed, she felt nauseated, but started to fall asleep. Anthony crept in the bed, slid
In beside her, and wrapped himself around her. She took his hands in his, but all she could feel was warmth from her belly and Adam. "Adam"
She whispered, and fell asleep.
Adam trudged in the apartment wanting to collapse. He went into the kitchen, grabbed a flask, and chugged the contents. He
Already drank someone on the field, but he vomited at the mere thought. As he drank, he looked around the apartment. Instead of weeping,
He raged. He tore through everything, ripping through furniture, throwing this, tossing that, cursing, then he fell into the bed. What to do?
He knew Azrael would be around soon. The point was he did not want to see her right now, if ever. In a rush of thought, Adam, undressed,
And jumped in the shower. He wept a little for his Eve, but he felt a tingling sensation through his whole body. A warmth, a connection of the
Soul. His manhood was standing at attention.....for her.....his Angel. Here he is mourning his Eve, and he is crying out for Azrael. He tried to
Will it back down, but it wouldn't work. He needed her, desired her, and wanted her. There was only one thing to do. He took his hand and gently
Stroked his shaft slowly, imagining her tight, wet folds. Quickening his pace some, he could picture her surrendering to him, getting wetter
With each thrust. It didn't take long, for him to spasm, then orgasm. He just wished it was within her. Oh God! I do love her! This can't happen
Now, it's too soon. I can't....
Adam dressed, grabbed his bags and packed his most personal belongings. He would get in touch with his landlord about the other
Stuff later. Going to his desk he grabbed a pen and paper, he sat down, writing Azrael his thoughts and goodbyes.
Nausea hit Azrael like a thunderbolt the next morning. She ran down the hallway to the bathroom, and narrowly missed the toilet.
She swore she saw her shoes come up. She washed her face in the sink and rinsed out her mouth. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed a
Shiny glow in her face. Uh oh! Anthony had already gone she noticed, but he had fixed her breakfast, with a rose and a loving message. She
Smiled and ate most of it. She was surprised that she was in a halfway decent mood, but her mood darkened when she began to think of
Adam. She must go see him today, and see how he is holding up. Comfort was what they needed most today.
Azrael dressed and made her way over to Adam's home. She knew he would probably be in his Dead Sleep, but what would it hurt
For her to cuddle up to him. He would like that. She opened the door and went in. She was surprised that all was dark. Flipping the light on,
She saw that there was minimal furniture left.
"What the HELL?" Azrael exclaimed.
Running upstairs she saw that it too was empty of all things Adam. No bed, no clothes, no guitars, no studio, no...Nothing! The door
Creaked behind her. She whirled around. A man was standing behind her.
"'Scouse I miss. Would you be looking for Mr. Adam?" he asked her.
"Yes. I am." Azrael answered. "What happened here?"
"'e left miss last night." the man replied. "'He said a woman might be around looking for 'imp. Says I'm to give 'err this."
He hands her the envelope, and toddles off, quickly with a raise of his hat. Azrael shuts the front door, and sits on the step. Adam
Left. He just left. She begins to feel nauseated again. How could he just leave like that? She knows he lost Eve, his love, but they could talk it
Out. That is what she was there for. Oh my God! I do love him! Oh my Adam....she was wracked with sobs. She opened the letter, even though
She already knew what it said.
Azrael, my Angel, my Love,
By the time you read this I will be gone. Please do me a favour and just let me go.
Do not try and find me. Live your life the way it was intended. Go back to the Council
And reason with them, they may understand.
I want you to know that I blamed you at first for Eve's death, but I know now, that it was not
At your hand. The one who did this will pay, I assure you.
I also want you to know that there are no regrets for any of the time that we have spent together
Or any of the love we have made.
You are very precious to me, Azrael, but I cannot indulge in this at this time.
I do not know if ever I can.
Just know that I love you very much, my dearest Angel.
Love, your Adam
With that Azrael stood up in tears, but nausea and weakness took over, all went black for her. Azrael tumbled down the stairs and
Laid motionless in front of Adam's home.
(Sorry it took so long)