Date with an Angel

By Summer

Class: Slash

Beta’d by Saura and Slip

Writer’s note: This is based and inspired by the movie, ‘Date with an Angel.’ Also, I am in no way trying to demean any characters portrayed in my story. (Especially Evi). It is just a story folks. Not real, not meant to be taken too seriously. Oh and yes, the word --God, heaven, and Angel is mentioned a lot. IF you are offended by that, then move on.

Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Orli/Viggo

1 / 5

Rating: NC-17

1

“Bring him home with love, my dearest Elijah.”

The heavenly being with blue eyes and dark brown hair smiled at his creator, and then turned, and flew from the golden gates of heaven and made for the planet known as earth. It would be his first trip and his very first assignment.

There was nothing more honorable, to an angel, as far as Elijah was concerned then bringing home one of God’s creations. Plus, he couldn’t wait to taste this thing they call chocolate. According to Liv it was THE most heavenly thing on earth.

***

Dominic Monaghan’s head felt like it was going to split in two. He sat quietly on his couch, wishing he could get the nerve to get up and make for the bathroom. He really needed the Excedrin, but he did not dare move, as his fiancée glowered down at him.

He winced feeling sick, and placed his left hand to his temple and tried to remember to breathe. This will pass--

“What am I going to do with you, Dommie! You are such a pain sometimes, I don’t know what I see in you! You’re just so irresponsible!”

She was stunningly beautiful, tall and had long dark raven hair with breasts that any man would certainly thank the maker for giving her. At the moment, however, the frown on her face and the angry tone of her voice made Dominic wish she would just disappear, vanish as she had come into his life. He didn’t even remember what he did wrong this time?

“Honestly! Was it too much to ask you to show up at my brother’s party on time? I mean, three hours, Dom! And where were you for three hours? I couldn’t even get you on your cell phone? There is someone else, isn’t there?”

Dom looked up and shook his head, trying to speak. Actually, he had been at Billy’s, poor Billy, who was still adjusting to the death of his wife, Sharon. He and Billy Boyd had been buddies since high school. He couldn’t just leave his grieving friend to mourn. So, despite the special party at her brother‘s estate celebrating his company‘s tenth year in business, he had made a left instead of a right, driving on to Bills. He figured he’d stay for an hour or two, distract his friend from his grief, and then head out to the party. Of course, after he arrived, he came down with a roaring headache and wound up flat on his back, on Bill’s sofa, and fell into a deep sleep.

Billy wakened him, nearly three hours later. He knew Evi would be pissed but, at the moment, all he could think was how he wished he could have some peace, even if he had to blow his brains out, anything to be pain free, so the headaches would be gone.

He had been suffering from terrible migraines for the last five years. He felt that he should have been used to them by now, however in the past year or so, they had just been getting impossibly worse.

Ever since he met Evi. Not that he blamed her for the onslaught of his terrible headaches. Not Evi.

It had been love at first sight. At least, she said it had been for her. He had been shopping and had accidentally backed into her car in the parking lot. They exchanged information and phone numbers. From then on, it was like a roller coaster ride. They went for a walk in the park, went out to eat, movies.

And before he realized it, he was on his way to wedded bliss. Well, that is what you are supposed to do wasn’t it? Meet a girl, fall in love and get married. Then come babies, paying for college, and finally you grow old together. The storybook cliche ‘happily ever after.’ Problem was, Dom wasn’t even sure he was really in love with her. Especially, when she was throwing one of her frequent tantrums. Like now.

She really could be a witch sometimes. She wouldn’t even let him get a word in edge wise.

Everyone said he was a lucky man, though. So why didn’t he feel lucky? Why, when it was late at night did he feel so empty after making love to her? As she slept, he stared at her unable to sleep and feeling like some used object.

Things got even worse for him when he met her family. Her very wealthy family. Most especially her very wealthy and protective brother, Karl. Who had already given him the, “Hurt my baby sister and they will never find your body.”

Dominic, a poor artist, was certainly not the man Karl expected his sister to marry.

Karl Urban was a well-to-do multi-billionaire who owned an extremely successful modeling agency. He was also handsome and artistic and knew a lot of influential people. And he had a private collection of two dozen expensive handguns plus other deadly weaponry he had shown to Dom with glee. Yeah, Dom thought the guy was scary.

“The wedding is only two weeks away and we still have so much to do! Oh, and before I forget, my brother is going to have Viggo stand up as your best man.”

Viggo was Karl’s partner in his company, and an on-again, off-again lover. In Viggo’s own right he was a very famous artist and he was also a nice guy even quite the opposite of Karl. Friendly, yet solemn, even a bit sad, Dom had only met Viggo twice - Billy he had known all his life.

“Wait, Billy…”

“Oh, don’t worry Billy can be one of the ushers.”

“But--”

Seeing her face, Dom lowered his head and groaned. How the hell did he get into this mess anyway? Then he remembered precisely. Four months ago, he had taken Evi out to a fancy restaurant, and got really plastered and then---then, she had played him like a drum.

“Dommie, we have been seeing each other for six months, don’t you think it’s time we got engaged?”

He had been roaring drunk and blinked at her fom inside an intoxicated haze.

“Engaged? You want to get engaged?” He had stammered. The next thing he knew, she was diving in his arms.

“Oh, Dommie, yes-- yes! I accept.”

He had no ring, but her brother, who had been, by coincidence, two tables away approached and handed over his late mother’s engagement ring.

And what do you know? It fit perfectly.

He had been set up. He knew he had, but at the time…it seemed the wise choice. After all, that is what you do in this life right? Find a girl and get married. Settle down. Her being beautiful and rich helped a bit too, he conceded. And believe it or not, in the beginning she hadn’t always been yelling. In fact, sometimes she could be really sweet… sometimes very sweet.

His mother had been pressuring him for grandbabies for years. Now, Mum would get her wishes granted.

Evi had already decided they would have two babies and only two; one boy and one girl. God forbid, if it wasn’t so. She would probably yell at God himself if things didn‘t go her way.

Karl had already taken care of the wedding details and he even had a house for his sister and brother-in-law to live in right on his estate. And the last bit of icing on the cake, was that Dom would work with Karl in the company.

Everything was falling into place. It was perfect.

Oh---God does my head hurt. “I’m sorry, Evi.” Was all he could mumble out, and then shook his head. “There is no one else, I swear I just--fell asleep at Bills.”

This news didn’t make her any happier and the yelling continued, turning into babbling that reminded Dom of the Charlie Brown movies when the adults began talking--Whah whah whah whah--. Dom, planned his escape, got up from the chair and made his way to the bathroom as she raved around the room.

Dom managed to get the pills in his hand, and was just about to open the bottle, when she walked into the room. She grabbed the pills out of his hand and threw them across the room.

Dom sighed and stared up into her eyes and saw she was past her merely pissed mode. She was going actively volcano.

“Don’t you walk out on me when I’m speaking to you.” she stated, in an even angrier tone.

The yelling continued for another ten minutes, and then she abruptly turned and headed out the door as if she was finally finished. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” She shouted. “It is a good thing I love you Dominic, or else I wouldn’t forgive you. Oh well, you’re just a man I guess. Oh, and we still have to get you a tux! Be at the estate at 10 sharp. Ten am! In fact, I’ll be here at 9:30 to pick you up and make sure you get there.”

Then she slammed the door closed behind her.

Dom let out a breath of air and sank to the floor. His head hurt so badly now he was sure he was dying. He had to be dying. Lying down, Dom felt something hard under his shoulders. He reached behind him with his hand and pulled out the bottle of pills.

Somehow he managed to stagger outside. He thought maybe some air would help. With a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other he sat down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool.

He opened the cap and downed about ten of them in one shot. Then, he passed out.

***

He was on target and on time. Everything was perfect and all he had to do was claim his soul. It was really easy. You just take the human into your arms and curl your wings around them and then seal the assignment with a simple kiss.

Then, off they would go, to heaven. To live out forever wrapped in God’s love. God’s plan. The next thing the angel knew was a metal object smacking into him (It was in fact a weather rocket). He felt the full force of the unexpected blow and then was falling and falling and--

SPLASH!

***

Dom opened his eyes and got to his feet when a splash and cold chlorine water fell on top of him in a gigantic wave. He ran to the edge of the deck and caught sight of a form splayed out in the pool, face down in the water. Without thinking, he simply kicked off his sneakers and dived into the pool.

Somehow, he managed to pull the body out of the water and lay him on the concrete walkway. It was a young man, in his late teens. The features of the young man were soft and he had the most perfect skin that seemed to glow with light. His face was also set aglow… and it was then that Dom noticed the wings!

Two long wet white-feathered wings sprawled outward dripping on the concrete. The young man had wings! Wings?

Then the next thing Dom noticed was that the young man had no clothes. Completely naked. Nude.

Dom swallowed hard, falling back in surprise, to gasp in shock. Then the young man’s eyes opened and Dom decided that he surely must have died. Those eyes were the most intense otherworldly blue eyes he had never seen, not of this earth. These were a pair of eyes that someone should write poetry about, or vow their eternal love to, these were eyes that would make angels…

And then the angel smiled.

***

Dom found himself on the couch, holding the bottle of pills in his hand, methodically, he swallowed down another ten of them. Then grabbing what he figured and hoped was water, he drank it to force the pills down his throat.

He had to be hallucinating. He had to be. An angel? Here? On earth? And with him? It was impossible. Wasn’t it?

Dom looked up and saw that the – ‘naked young man’- had followed him into the house. He was now staring at Dom with that beautiful serene smile on his face.

Completely dry, his wings fluttered lightly in the air. Even nude, he was absolutely the most beautiful thing Dom had ever seen. He was completely mesmerizing.

This had to be an angel!

The angel opened his hands in a graceful welcoming gesture and beckoned to Dom. The angel smiled and then raised his wings, his face suddenly crumpled and he cried out in pain. Turning into himself, the angel gingerly touched his right wing with his hand and made, what could only be called a whimpering sound.

Then Dom could see that a small section of the wing was bent. Was it broken? This angel had a broken wing!

Dom came slowly to his feet. But first things first, grabbing an afghan from the couch, he quickly moved to the angel and covered him up as best he could with the blanket.

However, the angel used the closeness to his own ends. As Dom wrapped the blanket around the angel’s waist, he realized the angel was trying to snuggle up to him. Gentle hands began roving Dom’s back and the angel’s head had insinuated itself against Dom’s neck and under his chin. Then the angel purred, right into his ear.

Dom swallowed and took an unsteady step back. “Don’t.” He tried to speak and couldn’t. He felt suddenly very hot and, down in his nether regions things tightened. His body had already started to respond to the tender assault.

Dear God! He would certainly burn in hell for the thoughts running through his mind. This whole scenario was in the very wrong category of … a mortal sin?

One, this was an angel--a heavenly being, innocent and the purest of all creations. It was also quite obviously, looking past the angel’s waist, Dom could see that he was a male angel. That put this creature on the Bible’s hell fire and damnation-do-not-touch- list. . .

So stop this! Now!

Okay, so now what?

Broken wing!

Dom hurried to the medicine cabinet to return with some bandages.

“Sit….Sit!’ Dom tried to get the angel to sit, but instead the angel smiled and repeated his words in a very lovely tenor.

“Sit, sit!”

Speaking aloud however, was something Elijah had not yet tried. So, mimicking Dominic had seemed the best course of action.

Dom shook his head, thinking that the angel did not understand English, and tried a demonstration. He mimed sitting then pointed at the angel to do the same. The angel complied, but pulled Dom down along with him by grabbing his arm and shoulder. His hands felt so soft and yet so strong all at the same time. His touch made Dom feel… tranquil and at peace.

Taking a deep breath, seated next to the angel Dom detected an odd but peaceful odor from his body, he smelled like—violets and roses and lilacs… and something else? Cedar! Wood cedar.

Dom shook his head and moved to wrap the broken wing. The angel winced, yet allowed Dom to do what he was doing.

“What are you? An angel?" Dom asked after finishing his task and not expecting an answer he continued muttering to himself, “A real live angel, in my house? With me?”

‘I wish I knew your name,’ Dom thought and getting an idea, he pointed a finger at himself and announced loudly. “Dom, my name is Dominic. What is yours?” He pointed at the angel, who continued to smile at Dom and pointed a finger back at him.

“Dom, my name is Dominic.” The angel repeated his words sweetly back to him.

Sighing in frustration, Dom figured this communing with angels was going to be a lot harder even than he thought. But then the angel pointed at himself.

“Angel...Elijah.” And then the angel chuckled.

Dom grinned back ecstatically at the laughter, noticing that he was smiling for the first time without difficulty or without forcing himself into a smile. It had been such a long time since he had smiled. His heart sang with relief.

“Elijah…that is a beautiful name. Now, why are you here?”

The angel responded by wrapping his arms around Dom’s waist, the next thing Dominic knew he was being cuddled. Again. The sensations that hit him this time were not just sexual, but had his heart beating wildly and for the first time in many years he felt loved. Completely and utterly loved.

The angel purred again and then touched Dom’s lips with his own. It felt heavenly. Was it his imagination or were the angel’s wings turning inward trying to surround him with love and peace and warmth… that was the last thing he thought, before passing out.

***

The damaged wing sharply protested his attempts to enfold the human form and Elijah found he could not complete the last part of his mission. He let the human’s body go and sighed.

The angel sadly contemplated his human charge. Several more times Elijah tried to make his wings surround the human, however his broken wing would not permit it. His mission had been botched.

Orli and Sean will not be happy about this.

He wasn’t sure how long it would take for his wing to mend, and until then he was stuck here on planet earth. Well, how bad could it be? There was supposed to be chocolate-- ?

Staring out the window, Elijah saw the sunlight. It was going to be a beautiful day despite his failing. The Angel smiled and with the patience of God’s chosen, Elijah watched his human for hours, waiting for him to awaken.

Soon, it would be accomplished—but not yet. This human was so weak now, and he was tired and hurting and heartsick. Elijah felt the tears come to his eyes. So much pain and he had been sent to end the suffering and take Dominic to a place he would never feel pain again.

But he was such an idiot. This was supposed to be a simple snatch and run mission. ‘A piece of cake’, Orlando said. Done millions of times by many other angels. And yet Elijah had made a mistake, Orli would have told him he ‘screwed up’.

A new sound filled his ears. He moved back to the window where the sound seemed to be coming from and looked out. A human woman, rather young and pretty, was sitting in a shiny metal object. A car, yes that was what it was called! A contraption empowered to transport humans from one place to another on this planet.

As he watched her he wondered vaguely why the creator just didn’t simply give humans wings to fly like his birds and his angels? It would make getting from one place to another a lot easier for them. And it would have caused less clutter and pollution and noise in the world… but there must have been a reason.

The woman was staring at her watch and then slammed her hands down and the car let out a squawk that sounded like an angry duck. She hit the car several more times and it honked unhappily. She was not a nice person, hurting that poor duck. Elijah frowned not liking this development at all.

After what seemed a few minutes only, she seemed to have lost her patience. Opening the door of the car she got out and started for the house a frown etched on her too tight features.

Elijah returned to Dominic’s side. The human, female was upset, he could not only sense it, but could see a red haze-like aura surrounding her form. Humans are dangerous when they are aroused in anger. Yes, Orlando had given him a quick run down on humans. The female must be having what Orli called PMS, when it is that certain time they could be very dangerous indeed! Elijah took the warning to heart.

When they are angry like that, the best thing to do is run. Well, he couldn’t run, he had to stay with his assignment.

The woman came inside the house, screaming loudly for Dominic. What an annoying voice she had too, worse than that other sound coming from the unhappy car. Elijah did not care for this woman at all.

The thought came quickly into his mind, that she might hurt Dominic. Elijah quickly gathered his human assignment into his arms, holding him close to his chest. Well, she would have to go through him first.

That was when she entered the room. Evi stared at him and Dominic with her eyes widening. It took her all but five seconds to add two plus two and come up with seven.

She let out a strangled cry and after looking at Dom and Elijah for a moment longer, she removed something from her hand and threw it at them.

Elijah neatly caught the object in his hand. It appeared to be a circle full of pretty sparkles. Then the woman stepped forward and slapped Elijah right across the face.

He had just been slapped. He felt the force of the blow and could feel a warm and unpleasant sensation on one side of his face. The pain almost immediately was gone, but not the memory. Now, Elijah knew he did not like her and held Dominic even more protectively in his arms.

“So, you are the reason he was late yesterday! You! He couldn‘t even have the decency to be with some blond bimbo. No! He chooses a fucking boy toy to have an affair with. OH!!!!” She then let out a scream and ran out of the house, slamming the door with a force that rattled the windows.

Elijah was glad to see her go. What a loud and unpleasant creature. He hoped his future assignments would not involve females of the human species.

Moments later, Dominic opened his eyes, blinking several times. Sunlight, he thought he was looking into pure sunlight and then he focused and saw an angelic face peering down at him. He smiled, and Elijah smiled back.

“Wow, you’re still here. You weren‘t a dream.”

Elijah shook his head and continued to smile.

Then Elijah handed him the sparkling ring and Dominic looked at it blankly and than looked at Elijah again and then he heard the sound of an engine roaring into life.

Dom got to his feet and ran to the window. He watched, in dismay, as Evi slammed into his old car-- backed up and hit it again and then backed up a final time and took off in a spurt of gravel, all the while screaming obscenities.

This was developing into a horrible, horrible day. Dominic sighed, knowing he was a dead--dead man.

2

Disgusting, horrible, terrible, sickening, even more sickening, horrendous! And the hand slapped the last photo onto his desk with a loud bang. Karl was just about finished looking over the proposed fall portfolio, unimpressed by the chosen models: not one fresh face, nor one eye catching lead model in the bunch, when he heard a door open. Which was shortly followed by the same door being slammed shut, which preceded a strangled scream and then there was crying.

Getting to his feet, Karl walked to the door to see his sister racing up the staircase. “Evi?”

She paused on the stairs and looked at her brother. Tears fell down her cheeks and Karl felt the anger begin to boil. Ever since his mother’s death, his entire life (other than work) was dedicated to his sister’s happiness. When she was happy he was happy, but when she was not happy….heaven help the person who made his baby sister unhappy. And he had a suspicion of who was at fault this time.

“What has he done now?”

She swallowed and without answering she ran up the stairs. He went after her.

It didn’t take long for Karl to make some sense of her crying babbling. All he needed to hear were the words affair and another man and he was grabbing his coat and running out the door. He paused long enough to grab one of his handguns hidden in his desk.

***

Dominic handed over the plate of food. He watched as the angel Elijah sniffed at it. Two fried eggs, toast and hot coffee. It was every man’s perfect meal. Elijah only sniffed at the coffee and attentively tried a tentative lick.

Oh! His tongue felt like it was on fire. It burned-- and Elijah dropped the offending black liquid making a loud cry of distress.

“Oh! No! I’m so sorry!” Dom grabbed a napkin and started to clean up the mess. “I should have warned you it was hot.”

Elijah looked at Dom, and despite the pain in his mouth that was quickly fading, he couldn’t help smiling at Dominic. The human was so concerned for the angel’s welfare. Ah well yes, he had been told all about his human assignment. Orli was very thorough.

People who were supposed to be his friends have abused him, often, stealing from him. Yet, he holds no anger against them. He does have one special friend, Billy Boyd, a very nice young man who is still grieving the loss of his wife. She died a year ago in a terrible car accident. Poor bloke, he blames himself for it all and yet it wasn’t his fault. The other driver was what is commonly called ’stinking drunk’, intoxicated rather, that means he had overindulged in alcoholic beverages, and was speeding, driving too fast in a vehicle. Dominic, this good man has suffered much pain and many hurts. It is time for him to be rewarded. Bring him home with love Elijah.”

Elijah chirped and placed his hands on each side of Dominic’s face. Dom stared back stunned, and then recovering, he picked up a piece of bread and offered it to Elijah. Elijah lowered his hands and taking the offered bread, tried a bite and thoughtfully chewed it for a bit.

“Toast. We call it toast with just a little bit of butter, well actually they call it, ‘you can‘t believe it‘s not butter’. And you can‘t.”

Elijah wolfed the rest of the slice of toast. Now, that was delicious! He liked this ‘manna’ what was called ‘toast’ and this ‘butter which is not butter’. He licked his fingers and then quickly grabbed the plate of toast and dispensed with it at an alarming pace.

Elijah did not try the eggs. They looked….like they were eyeing him back somehow and waited hopefully for Dom to make some more---toast.

Dominic flipped through the channels watching Elijah’s reaction to the tv. He paused on several channels. One of them was “Southpark”

.

Elijah chirped and his blue eyes widened in horror seemingly appalled at the bloody killing of the cartoon child. Dominic quickly changed the channel to “Sesame Street”. Elijah smiled when he saw Big Bird singing to several little birds in a nest. Dominic changed it to another channel where he saw a big purple Dinosaur, singing.

Elijah chirped and purred at the lovely sweet words and Dom flipped the channel again with great haste. Elijah humming and chirping made him uncomfortable in a way he didn’t want to think about too closely.

He finally put it on the news and Elijah sat and watched, listening quietly. Seeing Elijah was distracted, Dom got up and went to get himself a snack.

After looking things over in the fridge, he pulled out a chocolate bar. He was just ripping it open, when Elijah arrived sniffing.

So much for the distraction.

Dom held it out to him. “It is called chocolate.”

Chocolate! Finally! Elijah eagerly snatched the bar from his hand and took a bite.

Liv was right. It tastes just like… heaven!

Dom watched in amusement as the angel called Elijah, literally ate the chocolate bar in three bites and then licked his lips to make sure there was none of the delicious stuff lingering. Then Dom grinned and relaxed as he watched ‘his angel’ lick the last smudges of chocolate from his fingers with much contented and very happy purrs.

***

The water looked so nice, blue and cool. Elijah put his toe in and let out a contented sigh. Removing the thing Dominic called a blanket Elijah entered the shallow end of the water and slowly began to enjoy a nice bath.

***

Dominic watched completely mesmerized again at the sight of a naked angel in his pool. Several times, Elijah would bob up and down and then gracefully splash the water upwards, sending it sparkling down around him like a sprinkler.

His wings were spread out, only one part of the wing bound, and they were waving slightly in the wind. The sunlight beamed down over the figure and seemed to not only absorb the energy and heat, but cause Elijah’s skin to glow. The white of the wings became dazzling, as the blue of the pool and the blue of Elijah’s eyes seemed to blaze, challenging the sky to be brighter. And maybe it was.

It almost hurt Dom’s eyes to look. Elijah was so pure, so heavenly, and so… well… angelic and so impossible.

Sighing, Dom turned away and headed for the phone. He dialed the number and waited.

***

She picked up the phone, her eyes red from crying and her nose dripping with mucous. “Yes, who is it?”

“Baby, it’s me Dom…”

She didn’t let him finish. “YOU BASTARD!” and then she hung up on him.

Dom sighed, again, already feeling a headache coming on and redialed the number. When she answered, all he got was a scream on the other end before she hung up for the second time.

Dom winced and sat down in his chair, and dialed once more.

This time he didn’t get an answer. He called again and again. Still no answer. Picking up the bottle of Excedrin, he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

***

He pulled up next to what appeared to be Dom’s car. Or what was left of it. Good girl, thought Karl and getting out of the car, he started for the house. He was going to kill that boy with his bare hands. Not too quickly, of course, it would be slow and with a lot of pain involved. He was just about at the door when the sound of splashing from around back caught his attention.

Son of a bitch! Evi was crying her heart out and he was hanging out in the pool. Taking the gun out of his pocket, Karl made for the back of the house. Oh, is that boy going to pay! And afterwards I will find his lover and show him a thing or two!

When Karl turned the corner, he aimed the gun, fully prepared to fire a warning round and stopped dead in his tracks. What he saw turned his world completely upside down.

Karl lowered the gun and gasped. He then rubbed his eyes with his hands and took a second look. He swallowed and took a step forward.

***

Elijah was having lots of fun with the warm blue water. It smelled a bit funny but it was clean, so he didn’t mind. Though, Elijah was sure he would have more fun if Dom would come and have a bath too. About to turn and see if he could convince the human to join him, he stopped dead when he saw a strange man looking at him.

The angel’s wings folded back and Elijah moved to the end of the pool and looked back at the older male. He was not exactly handsome, though he did have strong masculine features. He even had a rugged look, with a hint of perhaps menace about him. Maybe danger… and perhaps even evil? But right now there was confusion in his aura.

Elijah opened his mouth and made a low chirping sound. To Elijah it was a soft hello to the stranger. Perhaps he is a friend of Dominic’s? Could this be that Billy, Orli mentioned?

***

He was beautiful, as beautiful as any angel painted…no more beautiful than any angel ever depicted in the history of art. And those blue eyes--that face…his skin. This was the most beautiful creature in the world... and ‘the perfect model’. An Angel. A real live Angel. And right here for the taking!

Karl swallowed and shook his head in disbelief. Then it spoke. A soft chirping sound that reminded him of a bird. A pigeon perhaps. He wanted to laugh, and then--Karl knew, without another thought, that he was going to have him. This angel was going to be all his!

So this was the mysterious man, Dominic was having an affair with. Well, finder's keeper, loser's weepers. He removed his jacket and started towards the angelic creature.

***

Too late, Elijah saw a change in the older human. His brow narrowed and became devious. Elijah felt a twinge of panic sweep over him just before the human threw something over his head. It was some sort of heavy cloth and he couldn’t see through it.

He was blinded!

Elijah’s wings spread out as he emitted loud fearful cries. The human did not pause but scooped him out of the water and hurried towards the car with his prize.

***

Dom came out of the bathroom feeling like a new man. A shower and shave can do that. Though his head still bothered him a bit, he was now fully dressed, and decided that he better go check on his little Angel.

His Angel.

The way Elijah looked at him, Dom knew now it was more than just fate. Forget Evi! He and Elijah were meant to be together. He just knew it. Dominic had never felt so in tune with anyone or anything in his life.

His Angel.

Reaching the pool, Dom paled to see that it was empty.

“Elijah! Elijah!” Dom ran to look in the deep end of the pool and then heard a loud bird-like scream coming from the driveway. Dom ran to the front of the house just in time to see a car peeling away with Elijah trapped inside. His face pressed into the glass of the back window and his wings fluttering frantically, Elijah looked completely terrified.

Dominic made out the license plate and knew without a doubt who had taken his angel, his Elijah. KARL URBAN!

Dom grabbed his car keys and hurried to his car. Then stopped dead, when he realized that there was no way he could be able to move it. Not after Evi’s handiwork.

About to curse, Dom saw a yellow taxi cab coming down the street and ran towards it trying to flag it down. The cab stopped at once.

“Help, help!” Getting into the cab, Dom pointed to the fast moving car disappearing down the room. “Follow that car!”

The driver, a beautiful young man with dark curly brown hair and matching eyes, smiled and spoke with a very thick English accent. “Righto! Fasten your seatbelts.” He stepped on the gas pedal and when the taxi shot forward, Dom fell backwards against the seat.

The taxi made after the other car, all the while, Dom stared at the taxi man to see that he was glancing back at Dom with a smile on his face.

“Please…I--I don’t know how to explain but…a man just stole my angel.”

The taxi driver smiled. “Really? I never knew angels could be stolen before. Lucky you found another angel to help you, yeah. By the bye, you can call me Orli and as I said, fasten your seatbelt, please.”

Dom looked on, puzzled, when he saw the brown eyes on the driver suddenly begin to glow. Dom swallowed, grabbed the seatbelt and buckled himself in, then closed his eyes.

Great. Two angels in one day. Was it luck or was he cursed? His headache suddenly increased in volume.

“Hang on, mate we’re in for a bumpy ride.”

***

3

She grabbed the wine bottle off the glass counter and prepared herself another drink. She had already emptied one bottle, and still felt too sober. Filling her wineglass to the brim, she heard a car making its way towards the house. Glancing out the window, she spotted her brother’s automobile pulling up to the doorway. With the glass in her hand, she went to greet him.

“Easy, easy, my precious little angel.” Karl quickly threw his jacket back over the angel‘s head. Unable to see, Elijah screeched and cried all the while trying desperately to get free.

If only his wings were healed properly, he could fly away. But strong arms held him in place and he was forced out of the car.

Karl was just about to the door, still struggling with his naked, still wet and wriggling prize that did manage to land a few good kicks, when the door to the house opened. His sister took one look at him and the naked boy and screamed aloud in her anger. Then she dropped the glass and went for the boy, her hands balled into fists.

“You brought that bastard here!” She cried trying to land a punch.

Now, Karl had to not only try to keep the angel in his arms, but avoid the precious creature from being battered by his beloved sister.

“Evi! No! Stop that. Stop it, I say!” Karl pushed Elijah behind him and took the full force of the blows. Seeing her brother was protecting the little whore, she now turned her venom on him.

“You’re protecting him! This… this bastard! This bastard who stole my Dom!”

“This is business, now Evi! Knock it off. Calm down, sober up. Go to Paris and buy yourself a whole new wardrobe, whatever just calm the fuck down!” He yelled at her and freeing one hand, pushed her aside, pulling Elijah into the house.

The door slammed shut behind them. Evi narrowed her eyes and with an angry cry she stomped to the car, got in and slamming her foot down on the gas pedal took off down the road.

She would have her revenge; no man would make a fool out of her. Increasing her speed, she bypassed another car entering the driveway, just barely missing it as she drove away.

***

He watched the young girl drive away and sighed in great annoyance. Karl’s sister really needed to learn how to drive properly before she wound up getting someone killed. Actually, she needed to learn a lot of things. Patience was one and learning to shut up and let someone else speak was another.

She also was one of the most spoiled brats he had ever met. He had tried several times to tell Karl he needed to tone it down a bit with indulging his sister‘s every whim. Alas, ever since their parent’s death, Karl had been trying to fill mommy and daddy’s shoes by doting on his sister’s every want, even the desires that bordered on the ridiculous.

Shaking his head, the man with grey-blue eyes started his car moving forward again to slowly make its way to the front door of the estate. A suitcase sat on the seat next to him with a few color photos splayed on top. He had a variety of new fashion shots to show to Karl and he knew that this time he had found the perfect model.

Viggo Mortensen starred down at the top photo. It held a picture of a handsome young man with dark brown hair and matching eyes, dressed in very tight jeans and a loosely buttoned shirt as he leaned against a brick wall. He was devastatingly handsome. Viggo paused to look at the bottom left of the photo on which he had made the notation ‘Orlando Bloom’.

***

He had parked the car on the side of the street and was just getting out, when he noticed a lone figure standing at the corner. The young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, had dark wavy hair and liquid chocolate eyes. He was wearing an over-sized crisp button-down shirt and tight blue-jeans.

The young man was beautiful but, what amazed Viggo was his skin. He seemed to have a soft glow, only seen before from air-brushed or computer enhanced photography in his experience and yet here was a live model standing on the corner in the full light of day. Viggo had never seen anyone with such an amazing complexion.

The boy also had full very lush, lips that just begged to be kissed. Shaking his head, Viggo took up his suitcase and made for the studio, pausing one last time to take a look towards the boy. He was still standing at the corner, only this time the boy was looking at him. Smiling.

Putting his keys back into his pocket, Viggo opened his case and pulled out his camera. Turning around, he headed straight towards the young man.

***

Orlando was like out of a dream, a fairy tale, and was perfect in every way imaginable, almost angelic. Upon seeing the young man, Viggo had been completely entranced and had taken the opportunity to do an impromptu photo shoot of Orlando. Viggo just knew that Karl would want him for the next cover of Urban Magazine. Orlando would be a superstar, was destined to become the next sex symbol and model of the year.

Pulling up to the estate, Viggo parked the car and slowly got out. He picked up the suitcase and the photos and with a whistle on his lips, headed for the house.

***

Elijah cried out and felt the tears slip past his cheeks and dribble down his neck. He could not get free; he was completely at this human’s mercy. Closing his eyes, he continued to struggle, but now was trying his best to send a message of help to one of his kind.

Karl finished tying the hands and then pulled them tightly over the angel’s head and secured them to the shackles on the wall. He often used his studio to not only get his inspiration, but also to take ‘specialty’ shots for his eyes only. With his best models. Naturally.

Tying the angel’s legs together, he secured them to the lower wall, making sure to leave the wings free. Looking over his work, he marveled at the beautiful unmarked skin of the naked angel before him. This creature was true perfection. Not a mole or any sort of scar anywhere to be seen. The skin had a glow to it that made it him just want to touch and caress every inch of the angel’s flesh. And who would stop him?

The wall was the perfect kind of background, a light sky blue that Karl whimsically thought looked like the boy was in the heavens. Seeing the tears on the angel’s cheeks, Karl, for one moment, felt a small--very small-- bit of compassion and used the tip of his finger to wipe away the tears.

“Shh! Hush now, my beautiful angel. You and I are going to make magic today. You are going to be my next model of the year… you - hell, we will turn the history of modeling on its ear, this will be the photo shoot of the century.”

He examined the nude body with consideration and wondered how he could make the pose appear even more provocative. Karl reached for a white silk cloth and draped it gently around the angel’s waist.

Flawless.

The wings fluttered and waved around the boy, as Karl went to get his camera. He set up quickly and then flipped on the work lights adjusting the spots to his taste, then he began taking several shots of the angel tied to the wall.

Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. His Angel.

***

“Karl?” Viggo opened the door and came into the house. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. “Karl!”

“In here!” A voice shouted from somewhere down the hall. Viggo took a step forward and thought he heard the sound of a camera being used. Putting down the suitcase and the photos, Viggo started down the hallway.

***

“Okay, now stop moving those damn wings. I want a clear shot!” But as Karl took another shot the wings flew upwards as if trying to cover Elijah’s naked form.

“Damn it! I said hold them still…or else!” When Elijah still failed to comply, Karl put down the camera angrily and made for his desk. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a heavy tool and began loading thick metal staples into it. Pulling the staple gun closed, he started towards the wall.

***

Viggo entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks. What he saw seemed something out of a fantasy horror movie. He could see a young man tied to a wall in distress as tears tracked down his face and he was making what could be only construed as a wailing sound. The boy was completely naked with only a thin layer of a silk cloth covering his genitalia.

However, what really made Viggo’s heart beat faster were the two long white wings that spanned out behind the boys back. Beautiful angel-like feathered wings. They seemed to be waving and fluttering in absolute desperation. What a hell of a costume!

“Karl, what are you shooting? Dante’s Inferno?” That was when Viggo saw Karl moving forward holding a strange object. A staple gun was in his hand.

“It’s okay, Viggo. I found my next model. A real live angel. My angel. I’ll explain everything as soon as I get these last few shots in.”

An angel? Viggo’s mind stumbled. Karl thought he had a REAL angel. Karl was mad, insane… but then Viggo stared at the boy and realized with a dawning sense of horror that there were no fake wings that impressive.

The wings were real. Karl had an angel. Karl had captured a real live angel.

Viggo watched stunned and with growing horror as Karl captured the left wing and held it to the wall, raising his hand with the stapler. Viciously, he fired the stapler punching the metal staple through the wing, securing it to the wall.

A loud scream of pain and terror swept from the boys lips.

Elijah wept bitterly, wondering how his human was. He had completely ruined his mission and he would probably never see Dominic again. Elijah wept even more at the very thought.

Viggo felt his heart twist in shock as Karl proceeded to use the stapler again, seemingly totally impervious to the boy’s pathetic cries.

“I warned you if you didn’t keep those wings still there would be consequences. The next time you will listen!”

“Karl, stop! I said STOP IT!” Viggo saw Karl going for another strike and raced forward, grabbing his arm that held the stapler, peeling it from his palm. Angrily Viggo threw the stapler to the other side of the room.

“What!” Before Karl could speak, Viggo balled his other hand into a fist and slammed it into Karl's gut. The billionaire hit the floor, landing hard on his back.

“What the hell did you do that for?”

Viggo only shook his head and turned to the angel. The creature was now crying piteously and was shuddering and shaking like a leaf. At once, Viggo went to undo the shackles and then started to free the boy's hands.

“It’s okay, little one. Don’t cry. I’ll have you free in a moment. Jesus, Karl. What the fuck do you think you are doing? You deserve to be jailed or worse for this!”

Karl was slowly getting to his feet and shook his head at Viggo as he reached for something. His eyes now had taken on a strange glazed look. Viggo was not going to take his ANGEL from him. NO ONE! “For what? Capturing an angel and using him as my perfect model? He‘s mine. Completely and utterly mine to do with as I please!”

He met the angel’s eyes, then, the eyes that turned to look at him, and Viggo felt his heart melt at the pain and terror in those crystal blue eyes. They were filled with sadness and wisdom and a deep loneliness that reminded him of someone… -Orlando!

So intent on freeing him, Viggo did not hear the sound of steps coming up behind him. He did not see the red haze in Karl’s eyes. But he heard the angel make a loud gasp, just before he felt something hard hit him in the back of his head.

***

When he saw the other man approaching, Elijah tried to cry out a warning however, it was too late. Karl took the blunt part of the stapler and hit Viggo in the back of the head.

Viggo stumbled to his knees completely dazed.

“You fool! You insolent weak fool. You are not taking this one away from me. He is mine and I intend to keep him. Forever!”

Viggo tried to rise to his feet, but Karl swung again increasing the strength of the deadly blows.

Elijah still not completely free from the shackles cried out angrily in the hopes of stalling Karl from his attempt to kill the other human, who had tried to help him. And now was paying the price--

Karl only turned back a second to slap Elijah across the face and using the angel’s bewildered shocked response as impetus he hit Viggo a third and final time. Then making certain Elijah’s hands were again secured, Karl picked up the still body of his once lover and throwing him over his back, headed out the room.

Elijah had seen enough. As Karl started out of the room the angel screamed. The power of his outrage shattered every window in the house.

Karl dropped Viggo’s body, taken aback by the volume, he covered his ears, wincing in pain. But when the scream died away, Karl shook his head and resumed his task, he looked back over his free shoulder and smiled back at Elijah. “I’ll be back for you in a moment-- Angel.”

This human was completely mad! Elijah, cried out loudly, hoping that where ever his human was he was in safe. It surprised Elijah, to realize that in such a short period of time, his thoughts centered on one human soul. Dominic…Dominic…

Was this what human’s called, falling in love?

***

Karl dumped Viggo’s body into the basement and then closed and locked the door. It wouldn’t take long for Viggo to take his last breath. It was a shame in a way. Viggo had been the perfect distraction for him these past few years but, now that he had had his angel he didn’t need that old man anymore. He would get rid of the body later.

After he was done playing with his new toy, he would come back and make sure Viggo was dead. Right now, he had other things to deal with. Like the rock hard arousal of his member in his pants. It was time to end this charade and show his Angel who was in charge here.

Removing his belt and undoing his pants, Karl smiled and turned to head back to the studio.

***

The cab pulled up next to another car. Putting the vehicle in park, Orlando shut off the engine and got out of the car to open the door for his fare. But Dominic Monaghan was already out of the door making his way towards the house. Dom paused a moment when he realized that the windows of the mansion were completely shattered. Fragments of glass covered the grounds.

Before going after him, Orli looked at the other car. He knew that car. He knew who owned that car.

Orli paused and using his special insight could sense a life force ending under ground--no, under the house, in the basement. Orlando felt the tears come to his eyes when he realized whose life was coming to an end.

He could also feel Elijah! His presence was here and his fear! Narrowing his eyes, Orlando felt avenging rage come to life inside him; his eyes flashed gold and with a loud scream of defiance he raced toward the house.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!“

A golden sword flashed into his hands and the heretofore hidden wings unfolded and spread outwards in one fearsome upwards sweep.

When Dominic heard the angry cry, he turned and looked back at Orlando. When he had first seen Orlando he had mistaken him for a cabbie. Then he could see he was an angel, like his Elijah. Now, he realized he had made yet another mistake. Orlando was so much more than just any common angel.

When the glowing golden sword appeared in Orlando’s hands, his simple garb was gone, replaced with gleaming metallic armor. He had wings. But they were not the soft dove like wings Elijah had. No, these wings were golden and sparkled like diamonds, cutting through the air like giant scythes.

No. This cabbie was not just any angel.

Dominic swallowed, as he realized that Orlando must be an Archangel -- a messenger from God, who was very angry and out to gain a vengeance for his Lord Almighty.

***

4

***

Bending down onto his knees, Viggo snapped yet another photo of the figure standing against the brick wall.

The mysterious man with the dark brown hair and matching eyes, leaned further back against the wall and raised up one leg, placing his foot flat to the surface slumping into a provocative stance. With his hands in his jean pockets, he then gave Viggo a wide innocent smile.

Viggo almost dropped the camera at the unexpected pose and felt his heart beat just a little bit faster. Getting back to his feet, Viggo took several steps backward to take several long shots.

“So… what’s your name?” asked Viggo.

The young man winked and chuckled before responding, causing Viggo’s hair on his arms to slowly stand on end. He hadn’t felt this alive in what seemed like a long time.

“Orlando, Orlando Bloom, but you can call me Orli.”

Orlando Bloom. The name was exotic, easy to remember and appealing. Getting to his feet, Viggo popped out the film from his camera and quickly capped it. Looking at Orlando, Viggo once again felt the pull, reeled in like a fish on a hook. Those deep brown eyes twinkled with life and the full lips dripped with sensuality. This Orlando was positively handsome--beautiful.

Swallowing, Viggo offered his hand to the young man. “Viggo Mortensen.”

At once Orlando’s hand shot out and gave Viggo’s a firm but gently handshake.

“A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Viggo gulped down his lust at the way Orlando says "pleasure" and he can't help it but feel the warmth of his blood as it rushed through his veins. He needed to go on talking to this handsome creature! “Are you new to the area? I thought I knew most of the young men on this block, my studio is on the third floor…”

Again, Orlando quirked him a small but mischievous smile making Viggo’s heart rate pick up even more speed.

“Yes, you could say I am just visiting - passing through actually.”

“You have quite the English accent. What part of England are you from?”

“Paradise.” Was Orlando’s all too simple answer. “I like the accent though. Don’t you?”

Viggo wasn’t about to argue. All he could think about at the moment was how to convince the young man to come into his studio, so he could take some more shots.

“Look, I am going to cut to the chase. You are the perfect model. I mean this sincerely. I would love to shoot you in my studio. I--I mean, take more photographs of you.” The older man was stumbling with his words and Orlando could see that his very presence was causing quite the stir. Viggo was without a doubt attracted to him. Perfect.

“Hmm, well I would like to accommodate you; however I am supposed to meet a friend--down by the café in an hour. But--” Seeing Viggo’s stricken look he quickly added. “I suppose I could spend the hour doing something more productive.”

Happily, Viggo led the man back to the studio and it wasn’t long that Viggo had set up the lights, pushed a blue screen background and started taking snapshots of the young man.

Orlando seemed to take all of it with happy grace. Almost as if he had fully expected this to happen. He smiled when told, and moved to where Viggo pointed and despite the flashing of light; Orlando seemed quite comfortable in this setting.

When Viggo finally called a break thirty minutes later, he asked for one of the secretaries to bring them some drinks and food. The young girl eyed Orlando’s impressive looks with a shy smile. Orlando flashed her a friendly grin when she returned and placed the food on the table, afterward Orlando took her hand gently and raised it to his lips.

The girl was quite pleasantly shocked and walked away with a genuine giddy expression on her face cradling her hand.

Viggo, while setting up more camera angles, was also looking for another background scene to utilise to take more shots. He couldn’t seem to decide on the cloud look, the tropical beach, or rainforest.

Eating a ham sandwich, Orlando watched Viggo taking special interested note of the artist and his movements.

“Better be careful with that gallant stuff, kissing hands and all. Shirley just got divorced and needs little encouragement to look for her next husband.”

Orlando laughed outright, and Viggo felt his heart melt at the musical sounds coming from the young man. His laughter sounded like bells.

“No worries mate, she is without a doubt better off without that husband of hers. Jackass loved to drink too much and beat her. Her next husband will be her soul mate and she will meet him soon, of that I am certain.”

Catching Viggo shooting him an odd look, Orlando quickly added. “She had bruises on her wrists and on her lower leg. On her left hand, the ring finger has a white mark that can only be caused by the removal of a ring. It does not take a detective to deduce that she was abused and naturally it is human nature to let go of pain and move on. She has a strong spirit.”

“You’re very observant.”

“I am.” Orlando replied, as he finished the last of his sandwich and looked to see Viggo finally choosing the tropical beach scene. “Just like I look into your eyes and see such solitude, emptiness … loneliness. You have been hurt many times in your short life.”

Orlando talked in a very quiet whisper, and as Viggo turned he became lost in Orli’s brown eyes. He suddenly felt exposed and stripped bare before him.

"You were very young when you lost your parents. Oh; only seven? Poor boy. Too young to be left alone to be raised by an Aunt that spent most of her time drinking rather than caring for a lonely little boy. Is the fact that you felt so lonely what made you marry right out of high school? I see you divorced before the year was over." Orlando allowed a small smile grow in his lips for a second as he said, "…But you have a son from that marriage! I can see you are a lovingly father… Only a responsible loving father would go to as many colleges and universities as you went to just to give your son the best opportunities you could give him"

The smile on Orlando's face dropped suddenly and there was an intense pain reflected in the bright brown eyes. "Oh. You were tragically informed that your son drowned in a pool while his mother was busy sniffing drugs up her nose. I can see that his death has haunted you ever since; you blame yourself for his death? You punish yourself without love because of this? Why, Viggo? Why when I see that yet for all this, you are kind and well mannered? You never cross the line and always think everything out, looking at every angle, before jumping in with both feet. You give love but you think of yourself not worthy of receiving it? Why?"

Viggo couldn't believe how many things this Orlando had said about his life! The pain that the memory of his young son's death was too strong, yet he managed to push it back as he turned away from the hunting brown eyes that still pierced him. "You shouldn't read all those gossip magazines!"

Orlando simply smiled intelligently. "I have seen in your eyes that Karl Urban managed to break the rock hard shell you have built up around yourself made of years of loneliness and guilt. I am glad that you can feel again –though I am not certain that the emotions he has introduced you to are good ones." Orlando made a weird face. "He's not for you, Viggo. You deserve better."

Viggo swallowed hard and felt as if someone had just slapped him across the face. No one, absolutely no one knew about his relationship with Karl. It was closed doors. How did---?

Viggo closed his eyes and remembered the first time he met Karl. He had just started working for Urban magazine and was finishing up the last of a photo shoot with the batty Paris Hilton. Her father was a friend of Karl’s and had indulged his spoiled daughter with a day at a professional photo shoot. Viggo did not deny that the Ms. Hilton was attractive but she was far too skinny and way too haughty for his liking.

He had headed out the door and walked right into a brick wall named Karl Urban. He had hit the floor dazed and when their eyes met, Viggo knew he would never be the same again.

However, he did not pursue Karl; in all fairness it was Karl that had pursued him. And Viggo had tried to be strong and turn away from this emotional roller coaster ride that he knew in his heart could only end in disaster.

But, it had been so long since he had let himself feel anything. He had shut down his emotions and feelings and now with a simple look, Karl had reduced him to a bundle of nerves.

It was after a gallery opening and rounds of celebratory champagne that Viggo somehow found himself in Karl’s bed. And within the very first month of their being a couple, Viggo knew that he was not the only man in Karl’s life and there were most certainly women, too. And most assuredly he was not the only person Karl bedded.

It had hurt at first, but then Viggo reasoned that this was his fortune and he was certainly no blushing virgin with delusions of a happily ever after. Besides Viggo knew, Karl was not a man that could commit to one person. Karl had aspirations that surpassed the pleasures of the flesh, that neither male nor female could fulfill. In that knowledge, Viggo could finally find his own release and not have that horrible word, commitment stand in his way. This time there would be no failed marriage and no dead son to mourn. This was so much safer.

Still, there were times that Viggo fancied he was truly in love with Karl and that Karl might feel the same. But then that was when Viggo would find evidence that Karl was back to his usual free to roam attitude to life and Viggo and the stock exchange. Karl always came back, but he also always strayed to the other fish in the sea.

Karl could seem to be compassionate and even passionate when it pleased him, but Viggo soon realized it was a show. Karl never truly gave his heart to anyone, and used whoever he could to get what he wanted.

Viggo was just afraid; afraid of commitment, afraid of feeling again, afraid of being hurt. But he didn’t lie to others and refused to give what he knew he could not. And while Karl hoarded his money, Viggo did his share to help people. His last gallery show netted nearly 3 million dollars and he donated all but costs to the Red Cross for hurricane relief.

Sometimes, though, he just wished---for something more out of life. Was this all that being alive meant, to live to try to help people that were suffering and be unable to help yourself and to what end? Death? Was it all a game for some creator’s amusement.

“You’re a lost soul, Viggo but you will find your way again.”

Viggo felt suddenly nervous and extremely open. He gestured to Orlando to go pose against the background and once again they began the formal shoot. When twenty minutes had passed, Viggo shut off the lights.

“Time’s up. I guess I better let you go meet your friend. I would like you to come back if you could - tomorrow, at the same time. I really think you can have a great career, top notch.”

Orlando got to his feet and moved towards Viggo. Nearly standing nose to nose, Viggo felt suddenly warm and the smell of lilacs and cedar wood filled his nostrils. His heart was beginning to race again. After what seemed a long time or staring into each other’s eyes, Orlando reached up with his hand and gently caressed Viggo’s hair down to his cheek.

The next Viggo knew, was that Orlando’s lips were on his. “Don’t be afraid.” Orlando whispered into Viggo’s ear before he turned and began to head for the door. “God has not forgotten you, Viggo.”

Viggo swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t believe in God.”

“He believes in you and so do I.” And then Orli was gone.

For a moment, Viggo felt foolish, and then he felt warm, and tranquil and most of all, for the first time in many years, he felt loved.

***

He could feel the copper taste in his mouth, and a wetness that was falling into his eyes. He felt cold, so very cold. Viggo closed his eyes and tried to think back on the one person in his life who made his entire existence worthwhile. Orli.

***

At the same time on the following day, Orlando had shown up dressed completely in black. Viggo had to blink several times and fight to control his emotions. He thought Orlando was not only completely beautiful but the most sexually attractive person he had ever seen.

The photo shoot lasted for hours. Viggo couldn’t get enough of this angelic person. Though, thankfully, Orlando did not talk much, of which Viggo was grateful. He did not want to talk about God or his past or about his own private pains and suffering. Orlando made him want to move on, forget his past and start enjoying life.

During the lunch break, Viggo found it hard to keep Orlando off of his plate. Orlando not only finished his own meal, but polished off most of Viggo’s fries and part of his chocolate cake.

“Hmmm, heavenly,” murmured Orlando as he took the last bite of the cake. Viggo licked his lips unable to stop the feeling of complete arousal he felt at watching Orlando eat his food, and then started sucking the chocolate from his fingers, using his tongue in the most sensual ways possible. Then Orli chuckled and bent down and with a slow but sure path touched Viggo’s lips once more with his own.

Viggo felt dazed and slightly dizzy and before he realized it he had Orlando in his arms and was kissing him back. The kiss was first soft and gentle but soon became more demanding and passionate. When the kiss was finally broken, Viggo found himself breathing hard but Orlando was not out of breath, he only smiled back at him with a serene look that could only be described by one word. Love.

The next thought that ran through Viggo’s mind was to actually run. Out of the studio into the street and drive away in his car. He felt the fear go through him. Was it love? And then the images of his failed marriage and his dead son filled his mind.

Viggo got to his feet, trying to get space, when a hand gently touched his arm.

“Don’t run away, Viggo. I’m not going to hurt you.”

But, Viggo only looked back at Orlando, he replied bitterly, as tears filled his eyes. “Everybody has hurt me. Why should you be any different from anyone else?”

“Because, I am.” Orli replied simply. “Those who proclaimed their love to you were users. They never loved you at all and only used you to their own ends. I am not a user. My life--my vocation --my very being is to heal hearts and protect them from being broken. I will guard and protect your heart Viggo, if you will let me.”

They stared at each other for a long moment and then Viggo smiled slightly and shrugged helpless as he remembered that this young man had only come here to see a friend. A friend, wondered Viggo? “What about your other friend, the one you spoke of?”

Orlando smiled and shook his head. “I have known Sean Bean for--many long years. But we’re just friends. Perhaps, someday I shall introduce you to him.” Seeing pain flash again in Viggo’s eyes, Orlando hastened to add. “Do not be put back up the wall you have spent half a lifetime building in your mind. I told you, I am not here to hurt you. Sean and I are not lovers.”

But Viggo was afraid, he had been hurt to many times, ‘especially by Karl', and he wasn’t sure he could ever trust anyone completely with his heart. Not even to this, heavenly creature. The invisible wall he had built around himself was high. He thought his defenses impenetrable and now realized they were collapsing around him.

But he could not bear to love again. He just couldn’t. His heart was too torn, too broken.

These words were no sooner said in his mind than Orli was smiling. Viggo felt his heart somersault and he went to get his case.

“Will you be staying here a bit longer?

“Paradise will wait. I will stay here for as long as I am needed - as long as you need me.”

Viggo, looked back at Orlando and with still some doubt in his eyes, he headed for the door.

“I need you to come with me to a special location tomorrow for a shoot. Can you be here early-- say eightish?”

Orlando didn’t reply, he merely nodded and Viggo made a hasty departure.

***

Viggo choked and coughed and felt as if he were fading. It wouldn’t be long now, he realized. Pain seized him at the thought of never seeing Orli ever again. Their time had been too brief, too short. Life truly was cruel.

***

Orlando felt a life force coming to an end, and with his sword held high, he made for the house. As he pushed Dominic aside, he closed his eyes briefly, reminding himself of the reason he had come into Viggo’s life. Their time was to be short, and brief; show him true love and then call him home.

Yet now at the end, his duty tore at his very soul.

***

After Viggo left the studio, Orlando slowly stood up and turned to a figure that waited in the shadows.

***

“I am doing fine; you don’t have to watch me you know?” Orlando challenged the silence.

The figure stepped out of the shadows. The man was tall and had golden blond hair. His face was weathered and looked older and yet young all at the same time. He was dressed in white with golden wings fluttering behind him.

“You are moving too fast for him. His heart has been numb for too long.”

“I am not,” pouted Orli. “Sean, you don’t understand humans as well as I do.”

“I understand them all too well, young one. You have only come to earth - what, twelve times? I come to earth daily and know a lot more about humans than you do and I am telling you, you are pushing him too fast. Slow down.”

“I’m not gonna mess up my assignment.”

“I know you won’t ‘mess up’. Not on purpose, at least. But you must rein in those emotions, keep your focus. Viggo needs to feel ‘true love’, one more time in this life, then he is to be called home.”

“Soon?”

Sean confirmed it with a nod, “Very soon.”

And Orlando felt a bit of sadness flow through his spirit.

Sean placed his hand gently on Orlando’s shoulder and smiled. “Come, Elijah is getting his first assignment today. I think he will need us both to help him set out on his path.”

Orlando laughed as he allowed Sean to lead him upwards, through the ceiling of the building and into the sky. “His first! Brilliant! He has been waiting for nearly a thousand years. He must be so excited.”

“That he will be, which is why I need you to help me keep him from tumbling all through the clouds of heaven. We need him to be calm.”

Orlando was more than happy to give Elijah a helping hand.

***

Viggo was surrounded by darkness, and though he was cold and felt himself falling deeper into the shadows, he could also feel a strong energy beginning to surround him. The energy reminded him the last time he was with Orli…the last time they would ever be together…

***

Orlando had arrived in plenty of time for a ride to the next location shoot. He was dressed in shorts and wearing a red open buttoned shirt. When he strolled up, Viggo pulled him into his car and quickly made their way onto the highway. An hour later, they arrived at a national park area. A ranger greeted them at the gate, tipping his hat to Viggo. The ranger recognized the famous photographer as he had used the park several times for special modeling jobs over the past two years.

Viggo parked the car in front of a trail head that was marked as Lonely Springs. “Come!” With Orlando at his side, he took them to his most secret photo site. He had only taken pictures of two other models here and neither one of them had appreciated the beauty as he could see that Orlando now did.

The mountain in front of them was huge and had a tinge of blue and green to it with an icy cap sparkling in the sun at the summit. Upon reaching the banks of a nearby stream, Orlando smiled to see a fountain of water cascading over several large rocks. All around them was the sounds of nature. No planes, no smog, no people, just fresh clean air and the sound of falling water and off and on the singing of birds. This was a true haven from the harsher realities of the corporate world. This was a place that Viggo not only loved to photograph but also a place to think and get inspiration for his painting.

He directed Orli to stand near the stream, perched on one of the several large rocks and began his work. Before long, Viggo was taking shots quickly here and there and using as many different angles as he could think of trying to capture the light and shadows to Orli’s best vantage.

It was nearly two hours later, that Viggo finally decided on a break. The older man as he unpacked lunch could see that Orlando wasn’t tired. If anything he seemed more energized. In fact he glowed with health and vitality and Viggo could only hope he was catching a fraction of it with the camera’s eye.

Orlando lifted up the insect in his hand and smiled. The wings fluttered slowly and then the brown and yellow butterfly took off for places unknown.

Viggo smiled, watching Orlando look at the butterfly. He looked at it with such a deep concentration and appreciation, it was the way the young man looked at everything around him. Respect and love. Viggo felt completely mesmerized by this very strange and mysterious being. Recovering from his momentary lapse into staring, he handed Orlando a turkey sandwich and reached for his ham and cheese.

“So, what brought you to the states, anything other than to visit a friend?”

Orlando smiled knowing that Viggo was seeking information about his mysterious new model. “Well, I hadn’t been around here in a long time and I really wanted to see the place again.”

“Oh, you’ve been to California before?”

“Three times. My first time was during an earthquake - very sad, the loss of life.”

Viggo shrugged, but agreed. Any life lost was sad, but earthquakes were part of the course of living in California. “And your second visit?”

“I came to help give others hope, during a hard time of depression.”

“The third?”

“I--had to help a child find his way home.” Orlando refused to elaborate any further on this third visit.

He was curious of this cryptic statement, but Viggo let it slide for now, “Do you have any family?”

“Oh yes, I have a large family. I have a wonderful father, whom I love with all my heart. He is a very good soul. I also have many brothers and sisters. Astin, Liv, Elijah…and Sean.”

“I thought you said this Sean was a friend?”

“Did I? Yes, a friend but also a brother to me. Not all families have to be of the same blood you know.”

Nodding, Viggo finished his sandwich and then took a swig from his water container before moving to his camera.

“Why must you always hide behind the camera?” Asked Orli.

Surprised by Orlando's candid remark, he looked up and met those deep brown eyes and felt held in place, “I am not hiding.”

“Yes, you are. You are hidden away behind that camera, seeing life though a lens but never through your own eyes. There is so much more living a life, Viggo.”

The older man only shrugged and continued to play with the camera. Until Orlando’s hands touched his own hands. The camera was dropped where it lay and the moments that followed filled Viggo’s soul.

He could not remember the last time he was actually held in someone’s arms, or was caressed and touched so gently and so lovingly. Karl had never been one for open affection. Making love was just sex to him, the act itself, sometimes brutal and a rough coupling. And sometimes slow and determined... but never loving.

This was truly a loving touch. This was love. Viggo lost track of time as Orlando’s lips touched him everywhere, gently, sweetly warm and full of passion. He fell endlessly, lost in the sensations and tried several times to return the affection, but, Orlando just brushed his lips to Viggo’s ears whispering softly, “Shhh, this time is for you, let love give back what was taken from you.”

And when Viggo, hours later eventually reached his climax, his eyes were only on Orlando, who looked back to him with equal love and affection. Viggo knew that he would never be the same way again. For he knew now, what he did not when he first laid eyes upon Orlando three days ago, he had a word to describe this beautiful being.

He had fallen in love…with an angel.

5

Dominic watched the archangel, the one he knew as Orlando, brush past him and enter Karl Urban’s mansion. For a moment, he felt tense and afraid but then Dom’s concern for his angel, Elijah helped him to overcome his fears and he followed.

He was just entering the house when a bright light seemed to appear from nowhere and Dominic found himself unable to move. Then an unfamiliar voice spoke to him, “Stay, Dominic.” The voice was strong and male and though Dom didn't know who had spoken, the tone demanded obedience. Swallowing hard, Dominic obeyed staying right where he was.

***

Elijah could only glare at the evil human as he was immobile, still held prisoner against the wall. This Karl had stripped to the waist and was now touching the angel most provokingly on his chest, making circles with his finger around his nipples. Then those hands moved on to different areas, always followed by his tongue, pausing to lick here or there on Elijah’s corporeal form. The angel was neither impressed, nor aroused by any of these actions.

If anything, Elijah could feel only rage at the indignity and the lack of respect in this assault. He turned his head away, closed his eyes, shuddering and began to keen an unearthly cry at his violation.

Suddenly, Elijah knew without a doubt that a familiar being was coming to his rescue. Not just one, but two strong energies, were here. This Karl was about to pay the supreme penalty for daring to sully one of the Almighty’s special creatures.

Karl moved his head upward licking and kissing the golden unblemished neck. The angel tasted wonderfully clean and cool like a breath of fresh air. Karl’s erection was rock hard, but he was not going to rush this. He was going to take his time and savor the moment. Afterwards he would… well, what ever came afterwards would come.

A tremendous thud from behind caused him to freeze in place. A blaze of bright sunlight entered the room causing a thrill of fear to shoot through him. His hair stood on end, turning Karl gasped at the sight of not one, but two strongly muscled male figures standing aglow in the now open doorway.

Like Elijah, they had wings, only their feathers were made of gold and silver. And where Elijah was soft and beautiful with a shimmering fragile quality, these two forms were built as vengeful warriors… shining avenging angels. They glowed fierce with purpose, great golden swords held ready in their hands.

Karl knew without a doubt that his time had run out. And yet, he could only smile. Three angels. Just for him. Karl Urban felt privileged. Even in the face of judgment he felt no remorse, only a dark unnamable thrill, deep in his gut. And Elijah was shocked at the depth of this human’s capacity for depravity.

***

Dominic was tired of waiting. He wanted to get to Elijah, to his angel and make sure that he was okay. Anything could be happening to Elijah and that worry caused Dom to move forward. With a broken wing, his angel was completely helpless and would need him.

But then screams filled his ears, and then a roaring sound followed and even more unholy screaming. It was deafening and Dominic covered his ears in total despair.

‘What was happening to Elijah!?’

The new found love he held for the angel rose inside of him and he darted forward despite the fearful din. Come what may, he was going to save Elijah.

Dom entered the room, or rather what was left of it and came to a dead stop. The walls were almost black and a smell of something burning, the sickening sweet smell of which could only be burnt human flesh, filled his nostrils.

In the middle of the room smoked an ominous dark oily stain. Karl? After looking frantically around, Dom swallowed with difficulty when he finally saw Elijah lying on the ground. Someone was with him. It was not Orlando but another angel, with golden wings and had light brown hair. He lifted Elijah into his arms and seemed to be speaking to him softly, almost lovingly, in a language Dom did not understand.

The new angel removed the bandage and touched Elijah’s broken wing. At once the broken section mended and with the healing the light that surrounded Elijah seemed to become a deeper and more penetrating hue.

With his head now throbbing painfully, Dom wasn’t exactly sure what he should do now. He had hoped to rescue Elijah and instead he seemed to just be in the way. Should he leave? What good was he anyway? He had let this happen to Elijah, that stain was supposed to be his brother in law… this was all his fault, he thought mournfully. He really was as worthless as Evi had said he was.

The angel rose to his feet, helping Elijah also to stand. Turning to Dominic, the stranger smiled at Dom and beckoned him forward all the while shaking his head seemingly as if he was dismissing the negative thoughts in Dom’s head.

“You risked everything, to save a life,” supplied the angel he did not know. “You are worthy of God’s grace.”

Then just like that, the other angel was gone and only Elijah stood in the room. Dom slowly took several steps forward, then stopped again. Fear overtook him. What was happening? He just didn’t understand anything anymore.

“My brave Dominic,” Elijah stated solemnly and the angel took those last few steps to place his arms around him. A second later, Elijah’s lips were touching his.

All thought ceased, and Dominic became lost in the sensations coming from Elijah. Once again he could feel how loved he truly was. Then he felt a needle sharp pain in his head and he passed out.

***

“Vig. Viggo---it’s me. Orli. I’m here.”

Viggo heard a familiar voice calling to him and coming out from the darkness Viggo opened his eyes to see Orlando was with him, holding him. How did he come to be here? Did Karl--

“Karl--is no more, Viggo. It is over.”

“The boy--that angel…” Viggo found it hard to speak; the taste of warm copper filled his mouth.

“He is fine. Elijah is fine. You were so brave, my dearest. To give your life to save another an act of giving unparalleled, where I come from.”

Blinking, Viggo thought he saw golden wings fluttering behind Orlando.

“What--?”

“You said it once, Viggo…I am an angel, an archangel to be precise. I was sent to bring you home.”

Not understanding, Viggo raised his hand and touched Orli’s cheek. It felt so soft. Was he hallucinating? Angels don’t exist.

“Angels do exist, Vig. We have many different types of angels who do many different types of jobs. There are choirs of angels, cherubs and rescue teams of angels, messengers for the lost and guardians to bring His chosen home. I am, a specialized unit, an archangel. We are sent to guard and to protect souls from the forces of evil.”

Viggo blinked again. He had to be dreaming.

“Something happened---Viggo. I cannot explain it fully, however let’s just say that whether or not you had tried to rescue that boy you saw--Karl was going to kill you this day. The One that sent me knew this, and wanted you to feel real love before calling you home. Only, He does not always tell us how much time we have, and I botched it, Viggo. You are still in doubt and your faith is broken. I was supposed to repair your faith. But I needed more time. I am so sorry I failed you. But I promise you, that after this moment you will never again know sadness and loneliness. Trust me, believe in me.”

Viggo smiled. He didn’t care if he was hallucinating or dreaming, all he knew was that he was loved. Orli was here with him in his last few moments and that was all he needed.

Is this the end?

Orlando pressed his lips upon Viggo’s and a voice filled the human’s mind. “No Viggo, this is not the end. Only a new beginning” With tears forming in his eyes, Orlando folded his wings around the human’s body and continued to hold and tenderly caress the man in his arms.

‘Not the end’, wondered Viggo. And the darkness faded away and he could see light, and felt a warmth flooding throughout his body--surrounding him, entering him, filling him and as he took his last breath he felt truly at peace.

Orlando continued to hold the body even though the transition was complete. Searching the heavens, tears fell from his eyes; another human’s life had ended. But, somewhere out there he also knew another life would be born.

So short, a flare of life so brief, so bright…!

***

The sound of a stream and birds chirping filled his ears. Taking in a deep breath, the smell of lilacs and roses filled his senses. Viggo opened his eyes slowly and saw two familiar piercing brown eyes staring down at him. Everything felt so peaceful and beautiful…especially with this one staring down at him.

He reached up and touched Orlando’s cheek with his fingers. “Orli? Where?”

A small smile came to the young man’s eyes and Viggo felt a thrill run through him.

“We are in a special place now. A place where you will never again feel pain or sadness…despair.”

Viggo looked all around him and saw that he was no longer in Karl’s basement. Around him were woods and… a waterfall. This place reminded him of his special retreat, the place he had shared with Orli. And yet, it all seemed even more colorful and vivid to his eyes. More real, if that were possible…

“It is possible, you are in Paradise, Viggo.”

Laughing, Viggo sat up slowly, his hand absently touching his head. Nothing, no blood… he felt no pain at all. Funny, he could still feel his fingers, they felt human still and he studied them closely… they didn’t appear to be ghastly white like a gh--

“That is in books, movies and all people’s vivid imaginations, love. This is heaven.”

Viggo stared at Orlando. He could see his wings now, fluttering ever so gently. His hand reached out and touched them reverently. They felt so soft and silky that a thought came to him then, and he wished he had wings.

“That is good, because I have been having a discussion with my superior and he has made a suggestion…that is if you would be willing to take it on... not right now, of course… but later.”

Viggo was still trying to lock in the fact that he was no longer living and was indeed in Paradise, with a winged angel at his side, when a small form standing hesitantly a few feet away caught his attention.

A familiar form.

“Daddy!”

“HENRY!”

Viggo rose to his feet and gleefully met the small boy running headlong into his out-flung arms. Moments later, Viggo was twirling the little boy around in circles, both of them whooping and laughing.

Orlando watched them and smiled beatifically. Sean appeared at his side, with a small echoing smile also on his lips, “So, Orli did you speak to him about our proposal?”

“Not yet but I have a feeling that he will be most amicable to take up the job offer.”

Sean grinned, slapping his hands together. “So, who do we bet will get the task of breaking him into the role of our newest archangel?”

Orlando at once wrapped his arms around Sean’s chest and put his best pout on his lips.

“Fine, spoilsport he’s yours to train.”

Hugging the larger angel and then lowering his arms to his sides, Orlando headed over to Viggo and Henry. Upon reaching them, Viggo smiled brightly up at Orlando and pointed to Henry with delight.

“This is my son, Henry. Henry, this is Orli…a very special…friend of mine.”

Both Orlando and Henry laughed, shaking there heads.

“Dad, we already met. Orli was the one that took me to heaven when I drowned.”

The double take on Viggo’s face was priceless and Orlando kissed his love on the cheek. “No child, is allowed to leave the earth without a personal escort. Now, I will leave you alone to get reacquainted. See you later.”

Noting the worry in Viggo’s eyes, he repeated himself. “I will see you later, I promise. I just need to pop in to see an old friend.”

And with a parting hug the archangel disappeared leaving the father and son to their joy filled reunion.

***

He felt something soft underneath him. He was on cushions,--a sofa. Opening his eyes, Dominic realized he was no longer at Karl’s mansion. He was home. How did he get here?

Dominic turned to his left and saw a vision of beauty looking down at him.

“Some hero I turned out to be.” Dom muttered almost bitterly.

Gentle hands touched his cheeks.

“Well, I am only good old Dom? Good? What mortal good am I to anyone?”

Again the angel looked down at him, his eyes narrowed. If Dom could believe it, Elijah looked almost sorrowful.

“I’m dying aren’t I? I can feel it…”

Everything seemed to be getting dark, his head was throbbing with pain and…Elijah seemed to be further away.

“Who is going to look after my mom? What about Billy? Billy--he can’t take care of himself, he never has been able to, gets himself into the most terrible messes… ”

Dom shook his head painfully, as he began to fight for breath. He was having so much trouble breathing. It was hardly worth the effort. What was happening to him? Was this was death.

Dom reached for Elijah and the angel was there to take hold of his cold hands. “I’m frightened--”

The sound of a car engine was heard from outside. Elijah knew immediately that this human was of no danger to Dom. Letting go of Dom’s hands Elijah took several steps away from him.

“No… no don’t leave me, please. Please don’t leave me.”

Moments later, the door to the house opened and a man about the same age as Dominic, entered the house.

“Dom! Thank God. I tried calling you, but you didn’t…” As Billy got closer to Dom, he gasped and came to a sudden stop. Dominic didn’t look well, he was pale and seemed to be having a difficult time breathing. “Mate! Are you okay? Buddy!”

Bending down to his friend, Billy checked Dom’s pulse and realized it was too fast. “Dom! Dommie, can ye hear me?” Billy patted his cheek trying to get Dom’s attention, but the other man was looking over his shoulder and seemed to be trying to speak to someone else. But he couldn’t make a sound.

“Hang on buddy. I’ll call an ambulance.”

“Don’t leave me!” Dom finally managed to cry out reaching toward Elijah with his hand.

Billy mistakenly thought Dom was calling to him. “It’s okay, man. I won’t leave you.” Grabbing the phone, Billy dialed 911.

Elijah stood silently in the corner. His eyes filled with regret and sadness. When he had been given this assignment he had truly no idea what the mission entailed. He had never met a human before and though Sean had tried to be very thorough in his explanation, the reality just was not what Elijah had expected.

Humans can be greedy, vain and even evil as he realized when he met up with Karl Urban. But they can also be warm, friendly, kind and sweet…like Dom. He was special in a way that made him stand out from the crowd. Dom was unique and beautiful in Elijah‘s eyes.

Elijah closed his eyes and realized that he had done what was forbidden. He had allowed himself to get emotionally involved with his mission. Yes, he was supposed to be loving and gentle and kind to the one he was sent to collect, but he was not suppose to get attached emotionally to them.

That was forbidden. There were rules. And he had broken one, a rule with terrible consequences. The angel had made a mistake. He had fallen in love.

After Dom’s life-force came to an end here on earth he would go to Paradise. As for himself, Elijah had a job for all eternity.

Elijah could not think he could learn to bear this parting…and what it truly meant.

Elijah’s eyes flew open as he heard the sound of a siren closing in from the distance, Dominic’s time was up and Elijah felt his very essence splinter and shatter into pieces.

After today, they would never see each other again.

***

The room was too sterile and too quiet. Billy sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at Dom’s unmoving form. Dominic appeared to be hooked up to every machine and wire in the place. Shaking his head, Billy felt the tears come to his eyes. He had just lost Sharon and now he was going to lose his best friend. It wasn’t fair.

Sobs caught in his throat and Billy reached for Dom’s hand. It felt cold.

Dominic’s mother hadn’t stayed long. The doctor had been blunt and to the point.

“Your son is dying. He has a very advanced malignant tumor over the left lobe of his brain…has he not been complaining about having headaches, blurred vision?”

Dom’s mother stayed only long enough to make some last arrangements with the hospital staff and then was gone. She wouldn’t stay to keep Dom company, she would not be with her son even in these last few precious hours.

Typical. Billy knew he should not be so judgmental, but he wasn't surprised that after the hell of a life Dom's mother had submitted her son to. The fact that she only hung around long enough to make the funeral arrangements and then left, flew all over his nerves. In fact, after all the things she had not done for Dom when he was naught but a kid, he couldn’t help but despise the woman. He had known Mrs. Monaghan for many years and the woman was centered on one thing in this life and that was herself and her pleasures.

Billy was determined to stay right here beside his dearest friend‘s hospital bed. He wasn’t going to be removed. He wasn’t going to leave Dom to die alone. He would be here for Dom.

A clicking sounded loud in the sick room and Billy turned to see a young man enter the room. He was dressed in white, wearing a badge that read, RN Elijah Wood.

“Excuse me, sir may I have a moment alone with my patient.”

Billy was about to argue and then nodded wearily. “I’ll go get some coffee. I could use the caffeine.”

As he went to leave, the young man took Billy’s hand and softly held it gently, “You must be Billy Boyd? You were the one that found him in his home and brought him here to the hospital?”

Surprised that this stranger knew who he was, Billy nodded numbly. “Yes, I was just stopping by his house and…”

“Dominic asked about you. I’m glad you’re here. He will need you.”

Billy lowered his head and nodded. “I’ll be back in a bit mate.” Billy petted his unconscious friend on the shoulder with tears in his eyes, he left the room.

***

Elijah pressed his hand on Dominic’s chest and then gently caressed his face. Blue-grey eyes opened however they seemed heavy and adrift from the effort.

“Lija…Angel,” he muttered softly, his hand reaching for the vision before him.

Elijah smiled at Dom, allowing his true form to appear at last. Tears fell from Dominic’s eyes, if he had thought he had seen Elijah before, he had been wrong. Now the angel was even more wondrous. A warm light emanated from Elijah and bathed the entire room with a golden glow. Dom stared at a vision of beauty that was certainly not of this earth. For the first time, Elijah spoke clearly, in English and Dom never heard a more beautiful voice.

“I was sent to collect you that night--when I-- fell in the pool and broke my wing. I lost some of my powers because of the fall and I could not complete--my task. Forgive me, Dominic for causing you so much more suffering and pain. I am an angel who is sent to end suffering and bring souls home to the Lord and I – failed you.”

Dominic shook his head, but Elijah gently brushed his fingertips over Dom’s lips to silence him. He smiled sadly. “I am so sorry.”

Tears filled Elijah’s eyes then and rolled unheeded down his cheeks. Dom gasped. He shook his head trying his best to reach for Elijah to comfort him. But Elijah pulled away and continued to speak, “I must tell you something else and I don’t know how you are going to react… I… I… I didn't plan on falling in love with you! My mission was just to bring you home! I don‘t know exactly when it happened--but I knew when you risked your own safety to rescue me, that I was at risk. I was in love.”

Angels can cry? And yet, Dom was not completely surprised by this revelation as he watched Elijah‘s tears continue to fall. And they can fall in love? With a human? With him? That filled Dom with a sense of amazement. Elijah had fallen in love with him!

“Elijah! I love you, too.” He replied firmly over his pain then he beamed at the angel, “I do!”

Elijah smiled at this declaration and moving carefully, he climbed onto the bed to hold Dominic in his arms. “Dom, I have to take you home, now. It is your time. Are you ready?”

A part of Dom only wanted the pain to end, and yet another part of him paused to think of his old life. “Who is going to look after Billy?” He asked anxious to know the answer. "I-- I have always taken care of him. Who is going to do it now?" Then other thoughts came into his mind, visions, regrets. ‘What about all my dreams, my hopes? What about all the life I wanted to live….I’m only 23. I want to live.’

Elijah could feel sadness and regret overcome Dom and he shook his head, knowing that his delay had completely ruined everything for this good man. Before his failure, Dom wouldn’t have had time to think about the life he would be leaving. He would have just been living one second and then gone the next. This was all wrong.

"I promise you Billy would be well cared for." Elijah tried to smile reassuringly, and it seemed to calm down Dom's worried thoughts, because the human smiled tenderly.

Dom paused for a moment and then smiled "Good. Then we would be together for ever without me worrying about him; because we would be together for ever Elijah, won't we?" Dom looked at the angel hopefully.

Too short of time…too short…

Elijah choked a sob at Dominic’s words, how could he explain to Dom that after this day, they would never see each other again. Dom would be in Paradise and Elijah…he would be busy with more assignments…more cases… more souls to bring home.

Elijah raised his face to the skies and let the tears fall. Pulling Dominic closer in his arms, he allowed his wings to start to fold around the human form, his lips pressing gently down on Dom’s. The bright light grew and Dominic felt completely at peace and so very loved and his thoughts of Billy and his lost dreams and his too short life began to fade. He would be with Elijah and that was all that mattered to Dom.

And as the light grew even stronger and Dominic’s heart began to slow, the machines began to bleep franticly. When the kiss was broken, Elijah only shook his head in anguish and the tears continued to fall as he stared up to the heavens. Hope against hope. They would be separated after this…never to see each other again. Alone, he let out a grief stricken cry and then---darkness folded in over them.

And as all hope faded and Elijah wept, another beautiful glowing form entered the room. Orlando stepped forward, with tears in his own eyes, and he reached for Elijah and Dominic.

***

Billy returned with his coffee and was halfway in the room when he realized that Dominic was alone. And the machines were silent. No bleeping noise. Nothing. Eerie silence.

Fear overtook him and with a small cry, Billy ran to the bed. He couldn’t tell if Dom was breathing or not. “Dom! Dom!” Throwing himself over the unmoving form, Billy blindly felt the grief hit him in wave after wave. This can’t be happening. “No! No! Don’t go! Don‘t die!” Don’t leave me!

It was too late. Dom was gone.

A gentle hand touched him, and Billy looked up, but refused to release his friend. ‘How could he have left his friend at this time? Dom had died alone, with no…’ Billy looked up grief stricken to see that same nurse looking down at him.

A smile was on his lips. Billy never noticed before how blue the nurse’s eyes were, so penetrating.

“He’s not dead.”

Not what? Billy looked back at Dom and saw his friend looking at him with the same smile as the nurse’s.

“Dom?”

“What's the matter with you? Yellin’ that I am dead! Can’t a guy get any sleep around here?”

Billy’s despair turned to joy and he looked from Elijah and then back to Dom in shock.

“He’s going to be just fine,” replied Elijah in a reassuring voice. Billy looked to Elijah in confusion. “I promise; he has a lot more living to do. I have that---on the highest authority. Now, go home and get some rest, Billy. I’ll have Dom call you tomorrow. You need to rest now, too.”

The angel and Dom embraced each other after Billy was gone. Though Dom felt completely happy at this change of events, he couldn’t help but be almost as confused as Billy by his circumstances.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Elijah only grinned and kissed Dom’s lips gently. “Forty years won’t be nearly long enough.”

“But even then, there will be after… we will have all of Heaven and forever,” said Dom.

Elijah nodded with a small smile on his lips. Orlando had enjoyed telling him that the creator had given Dom a reprieve and that they would not be separated. Even after life. Dominic’s self sacrifice and Elijah’s love for humanity even in the face of evil had turned the tables.

Rules had been broken and rules had been bent; a day declared for miracles. Elijah was mortal now, flesh and blood; granted forty years of being human. And then, as all flesh dies to dust, he and Dom would be raised to the heavens were they would be together in Paradise.

No more risk of botched assignments for the angel Elijah: just love and eternity.

“Forever, as I said, Dominic and I have that on the Highest Authority.”

***

“DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!”

Screaming in her madness, she pulled savagely at her hair. The car was dead in the ditch with two blown tires and she had been stuck out here in the middle of nowhere for the past six hours with no car coming by at all to help.

She threw her cell phone on the ground. It hadn’t picked up a signal either in all this time.

Throwing herself on the ground, Evi began to sob bitterly. The tears fell down her cheeks and she finally allowed all the pain and sadness hit her.

How could Dom do this to me? I loved him, I loved him! She covered her face with her hands and Evi sobbed her pain and misery to the darkness around her. She was all alone now, all alone.

“Oh God, please! Please….” She continued to sob.

A loud honk caused Evi to look up and she saw in surprise a pick up truck pull up beside her. A bit frightened, she got to her feet and then relaxed when out of the truck stepped a woman in overalls. She had long black hair and matching eyes.

“Hey you, need some help.”

Evi nodded and held out her hand. “I’m so glad, I haven’t seen anyone for hours and my cell phone hasn’t been working. My Name is Evi Urban.”

“Well howdy, Evi. My names Liv…why don’t you hop in the truck and I’ll get you to the nearest gas station.”

As Evi grabbed her purse and got into the truck, her thoughts about Dom faded away and she smiled at the young girl driving the truck. She was beautiful.

“You're a godsend. Thanks Liv.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “More than you know girlfriend, more than you know. Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have any chocolate on you would you?”

***

Epilogue

Two weeks later

72 degrees, sunny with not a cloud in the sky, Dominic laughed rejoicing in the perfect day on God’s green Earth. Two men lounged outside on the terrace enjoying the beautiful new day. The open-air café behind them had just opened and already people were coming in to get an early lunch.

Dom and Billy stared in shock as Elijah arrived, weaving through the collection of street-side tables bearing a tray filled with nothing but an assortment of chocolate in one hand and three bottles of water in the other. He placed the decadent tray in front of them with a flourish.

Then sitting down at the table with them, Elijah smiled announcing, “Chocolate is Heaven on Earth.”

As Elijah popped his first piece of chocolate into his mouth, he took hold of Dominic’s hand. Dom sighed happily as Elijah then laid his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Seeing that the lovebirds had eyes only for each other, Billy decided to give them a few moments alone and went to get a newspaper.

Dom sneakily reached for one of Elijah’s chocolates and tried take a bite, only for Elijah to grab it and throw the piece of candy into his own mouth instead. Dominic laughed as he then saw two mischievous blue eyes blink up at him trying to look innocent.

When Dom had fallen in love with an angel, he had thought he was at the end of his life. Now every day he found his love growing for Elijah and every aspect of his life was an ever-changing adventure. Every day now seemed to Dom to take on added value, and with Elijah everything about their life was new and fascinating. And Dom marveled at his existence while sitting at a street corner café with Elijah by his side and his new life stretched out before him.

It was then that Elijah brought Dom out of his thoughts. The beautiful young man made a sound in his throat that could only be considered a contented purr as he happily licked melted chocolate off his fingers. As far as Dom was concerned his life was now perfect. He had found his angel on earth. Dom turned his head slightly and discovered chocolate sweet lips ready to be kissed.

***

The newspaper stand was located just outside the café. Billy picked up the newspaper and glanced at the headlines. It seemed that Karl Urban’s mysterious disappearance along with his sister was still the hot topic and the finding of famous artist Viggo Mortensen’s lifeless body in his mansion made the missing multi-millionaires the number one suspects in his death. Billy had the strange feeling that Karl would never be found.

Slowly making his way back inside the café to hook up with his friends, Billy paused to look at them from a few feet away. The two sat together holding each other, laughing and seemingly to drink each other in. Together they looked perfect, several female patrons watching their antics smiled and giggled. The women obviously thought Dom and Elijah were a cute couple. And they were.

Billy was happy for his buddy Dom. Elijah was really very sweet and friendly, perfection really, for Dom and the two of them a most compatible pairing if he ever saw one. They certainly looked as if their love life was complete.

In some small way, Billy couldn’t help but feel like the third wheel, though. Not that Dom ever ignored him these days, he was always included in their activities. Dom dropped by to visit with him on weekends and called him nearly every night. Still, Dom and Elijah’s blissful state reminded him of his marriage and then his loss, and it pressed down upon him how much he missed Sharon.

And he was lonely.

In the middle of that thought, as Billy folded the newspaper, he felt someone bump into him. Off balance, Billy fell to the floor with someone landing right on top of him, knocking him breathless. When Billy managed to turn on to his back and look up, he saw two beautiful green eyes peering through a tangle of red hair staring down at him. He was completely blown away at the beautiful sight. When he finally managed to take a deep breath, he choked at the smell of roses and lilacs momentarily overwhelming his senses.

***

From the corner, where he was waiting for the street light to change, Orlando grinned as he observed Elijah and Dom at the cafe. But his smile turned to a frown when he caught Miranda's bump and Billy's fall.

He clutched his hair dramatically, pulling at his curls with a groan and a sigh and a shake of his head. 'St. Peter's Pearls! First Elijah and now Miranda! Who has the patience to deal with amateurs?'

***

“Oh, sorry---I am so clumsy,” declared a sweet voice that sounded very Australian to Billy’s ears. Getting to his feet and coughing, he helped the woman to stand as well, he blinked, completely stunned at the vision before him. “I was waiting for a friend, Orli is always late. By the way, my name is Miranda. What’s your name, darling? Are you OK?”

“Yes.” Billy caught his breath then smiled. “My name is Billy--Billy Boyd.”

“Oh, that’s a nice name. Would you like—well… Billy, could I make this inelegant meeting up to you and buy you a cup of coffee?”

Billy grinned foolishly, completely dumbstruck, she looked just like an…

And then the angel smiled.

The end.