Gabriel watching over his daughter

Opening my eyes, feeling the kink in my neck muscles looking around not full aware when my eyes go to the small body on the bed, she was a bloody mess, she hand cuts and bruises all over her forearms, she was so thin, Sky was her own worst enemy right now.
Standing up and moving around, looking out of the window this place was horrible, there was no safety measures, there was water stains down the walls and it smelled like death, and loss. It had been a long night Sky had been fighting nightmares all night images of what she saw the night of the explosion, to say it was bad is a understatement, she lost the connection to all of her family one by one, first Ramiel, then her daughter, and last was Lass.
By the time I got to them it was to late, I could not save any of them all I could do was hold back my daughter from running in to the fire herself. She fought me so hard, and that was the last time I held my child until last night, looking at her chest as it rose up and down, she didn’t even look relaxed in her sleep.

I remember walking back in to there house was hard, nothing had been touched it look eerie, clothes still scattered on the bedroom floor, shit kickers nicely lined up, the bed and sheets still looked like someone had left in a hurry, Ali’s room still looked prefect and bed made everything in its place.

Sky never attempted to go back there she just went off the radar, Ramiels room had computers everywhere , music posters and his clothes scattered around the room. In the

kitchen there was still empty cups on the counter and sink, Sky’s friend had come and grabbed the dog, but other then that everyone just agreed to leave the place in piece, till sky was ready no one knew if she ever would be.

I knew I had to tell sky about Ali, but I needed her mind in a better frame of mind and right now she was losing her will to live, to fight and to even care. Telling her about Ali would help but at what cost to Ali?

Walking in to the living room when, I see the recorder and the envelope adressed me, picking up the recorder and hitting rewind and then play, I hear Sky’s voice and she is talking about her family, my breath hitches when I hear the wobble of her voice, then I here fuck it and it stops.

I saw her bags in the corner, she was getting ready for her trip back to the gravesite she did it last year and I had to wonder if she would go to the house this year. Hearing moaning and groans and then earth shattering scream from her room, I run back to the room and see sky kicking and trying to hit something, as she screams “NO! ”

“Shit” going over I restrain her and force her mind to sleep again, feeling her body go like dead weight, I release her arms, as I see tears making tracks down her face, how do you help someone so broken? I

look over her body her shirt had moved up and I saw her mating tattoo, lifting the shirt a bit more I see the signs of it fading, pulling the shirt down again, wiping away the tears on her face.

It was time to push Ali more, and get her memories flowing again cause, I felt I was on a time limit and my daughter was a ticking time bomb ready to go off, and that would not be good with anyone involved and I was afraid she would try something stupid and try and end her own life, in a fight.

Here a ting, I see her phone light up, grabbing it from the bedside table I see a Txt:: Sky still not heard from you, we need to talk ?:: it was from Sydney.

Maybe it was time to pay Syd a visit see what she was doing for Sky, first I had to check on Ali, time to introduce myself again.

Character Bio – Naveen MacLachlan

Angel warrior, protector and has always done what she was told by her superiors but her world has come to an abrupt halt in the face of lies, deceit and suspicions not all is black and white. 



She is finding out that no one is really safe when evil wants and has the perfect weapon to bargain with will she fight for her fate or give in to the dark hole that has been plaguing her soul for years in the face of loss.

You- Keaton Henson

It was coming, the hurt the numbness the pure anguish, pain I did not want to do this again and yet I knew it was coming the day I would take the bottle of JD the shit kickers, the flowers and the newest cd’s of music, I thought my babies would like in hopes they would fight over them where ever they were resting, I knew my mate would be keeping them safe, but where was that place, I could not touch or access.

Looking around the room I called home now was like me a shell of nothingness, void of feeling. I did not want to feel anymore my father, my friends my world was just a void of nothing and no one. I liked it that way no getting close to anyone then no more loss, no more hurt.

Losing my family broke something in me, forever felt like I was being punished for what and why was beyond me, I loved hard, fierce protected those I held dear but I could not save them, could not help them or even hold them I failed them, for what nothing, I begged my father to save them “I can’t Sky its to late there gone” what good is having a Arch angel for a father when he is useless to bring back my only family, that was the day I tuned out my powers walked from everyone, there was no point, that was the day I swore I would ever use my so called gifts and powers I was done I was gone.

I was not gone the pain was not gone, I had the yearly and daily reminder of what I had lost , what I would never have again it was like a choking smoke that killed me day after day, it was the reminder I was alive, I begged my father to take me, to kill me make the pain stop, I begged like a dying animal. “No, Sky” that was the only answer I got.

I felt the day moving closer the day I would head back and collect the bottle of JD for my mate, select the most expensive shit kickers, remembering the fights over his leaving stuff all over the room, or him getting mad at the dog for chewing on them, running my hand over my back knowing my mates mark was fading day by day, I miss him his love his beauty and his fierce loyalty to help other.

The next day is the trip to the music store talking to kid who would remind me of my son Ramiel and our trips to the store and on some level when he spoke, so enthusiastically about new music, who would tell me about the best bands, the best artists around I would hear Rammie, or even feel him bumping in to my shoulder and then hug me when no one was looking, and kiss my cheek.

The morning before the trip to the graveyard I would go to mine and Aless’s favourite flower shop and collect the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers for her, I will hear that bell above the door and hear Aless’s voice, like when her and I would spend time in the florist shop admiring the flowers, then go shopping and lunch it was a weekly trip, I would have to do it all over again.

Wiping the tears away , I stand up and head to the kitchen when I hear my phone beep, grabbing it seeing it is from Kelsy:: I have the info you asked for, it is small but good lead, when are you coming back to the states Sky?::

Throwing the phone on my counter, head for the glass when it hits that wave of pain screaming as I throw the cup against the wall as it falls and shatters to the ground as I follow it to the ground “NO BRING THEM BACK PLEASE SOMEONE” Hitting the ground with my arms, till I am spent and my voice is gone and blood is everywhere from hitting my arms so hard, I lay on the ground feel the wet cold of the floor as I feel the faint pain of my tattoo dying away ever so slowly, “why did you take them, why ?” closing my eyes as my body shakes from exhaustion.

“One more year one more reminder please someone just take me too so I can be with them, I can’t be alive with out them anymore, PLEASE” I yell in to dead space as my anger pours out in sobs one more time before I let sleep take me.