[centre]// - R e i s a n 
[I have lived one thousand lies.] [/centre]

Emotions flittered through Reisan. She had accepted his offer of allowing her his blood. Worry creased his brow, why was he being so god damn nice to her!? She held the key to his ultimate salvation, the key to the revenge his immortal soul had longed for ever since he saw his wings laying broken and mutilated in the dirt before him. That day, a part of Reisan had died. The light had gone out of his soul and was to be replaced by a strangling darkness which threatened to choke what little good was left. Sighing, he took notice of Sierra’s words, allowing himself to close his eyes to the beautiful melody that was her voice. The cuffs lay constricted around her slim, tanned wrists. The runes had done their job well, holding against her abnormal strength. 
Standing up, Reisan allowed himself to tower over Sierra’s small, dainty form. They were different in every way. She was light, he was darkness. He was fire, she was water. Reaching around, the fallen took her bound wrists in his hands, eyes locking with hers as he spoke chanting words. Fire slid into the boy’s midnight eyes, blazing with the power and magic of his chant. The runes outlined with smouldering flames, glowing softly before the fire slid out of the carve marks and into his hands. Runes flashed up Reisan’s forearms to pool at his scars, stretching and contorting as they lit up in a sick map of fiery strokes. Reisan’s brow knitted in confusion, this had never happened before! Normally the runes just flashed and obeyed his command. Having used magic and the art of casting runes for centuries, Reisan considered himself a master at manipulating and bending the dark power to his will. The boy had only placed the simplest of guarding runes onto the corroding iron, never before had he experienced any kind of trouble with the casting or removal of runes, not even with the most dark and dangerous ones such as casting portals to hell. Blinking, the boy looked down at his arms to realize the fire had withdrawn. What the hell had just happened? Had the girl even noticed that he used magic instead of the handful of random keys in his palm? Reisan scrubbed at his face with his hand, attempting to clear away the haunting vision of the rune fire.
Sierra spoke with a low tone, but the words were lost to the boy. He saw her pink tinted lips move, suggesting the flow of words, but nothing registered. Frowning, Reisan allowed her to lead him to a small yoga mat before lowering himself to lay flat. The cool mat comforted him, pressing cold into the heated skin of his back. Lungs burning for air, the boy realized he had been unconsciously holding his breath the whole time. Lowing eyelids to veil his obsidian orbs, Reisan allowed himself to breath, in, out, trying to calm himself of the nerves which ran havoc through him. Sierra continued to talk, although this time her soft voice managed to penetrate his mental walls.
“I am immortal, Sierra, you need not fear killing me. I have been cursed to live in darkness and choke on the hate of a self-destructing world by the being the inhabitants of this planet call holy and gracious. If he were as they believed he would not have ripped out my wings. He took who I am Sierra, he broke me. Now I am nothing more than scars. I am a weapon, one who has taken the lives of many. The bastard placed immortality on me in the cruellest of tortures. I am to see babies born, grow up, fall in love, have children of their own and die, a forever turning wheel. God took my ability to die.” Pausing to let his words sink in before he continued, “A small bite from you, little vampire, amounts to nothing in the memories of what I have endured. I lost more blood when my wings were ripped out, and I was sent down to earth with a broken body and a shattered soul. Do not think me soft; do not mistake me for one who cares. On top of everything I have lost, I’ve experienced too much death, its blackened me and taken away all that is good. I am fire, Sierra, I burn those who come closest to me. It takes away everything until I am nothing.”
Reisan was surprised at how soft his voice had been as he spoke of himself. Never before had the fallen ever had the urge to share anything about himself, until now. This Sierra, beautiful Sierra made him feel at peace after thousands of years of torment. Smiling weakly, eyes raised to meet the smoky violet ones peering down at him with hunger and curiosity filtering in their depths. All the anxiety and tenseness drained out of her features, it was as though keeping her fangs hidden brought her pain and releasing them brought a feeling of bliss. Reisan, probably more than anyone, knew how she felt. The angel knew what it was like to keep the true nature of yourself hidden. More than once he had been forced to contort his wings and crush them beneath jackets to keep who, no what, he was hidden from people when he spent time on earth. The simple act of releasing his wings from their position and take to the sky was one of the only things that brought agony and sadness to Reisan’s heart. 
All conscious thought flew out the window as Sierra brushed her lips against his neck. Supressing a moan of pleasure, Reisan sucked in a quick, sharp breath as her fangs sunk into his neck. The pain lasted only a moment before waves of pleasure rolled through him. Groaning in appreciation, Reisan allowed his hands to settle on her ribs, holding the girl to him in an embrace neither pulling her towards him nor pushing away. The boy’s veins sang and his blood rushed to exit his body to be drawn into her mouth. It was well know that vampire bites were addictive and brought extreme pleasure to both people involved, but Reisan wasn’t expecting anything like this. Feeling edgy and out of control, tension leeched its way into Reisan, but it was no match for the desire and arousal Sierra brought him. 
Reisan felt the girl shift to withdraw her fangs, sated with a belly full of blood; she seemed less uncontrolled and spoke with a loosened tongue, as though she had been drinking too much alcohol. A breath hissed out of Reisan as she leaned back to straddle his hips. The fallen hadn’t realized how aroused he had become. Clenching his jaw, the angel turned his thoughts to other things, allowing his body to calm down. Thankfully, Sierra remained oblivious. Reisan allowed the breath he was holding to hiss out from between his clenched teeth. Eyes looking up cautiously into Sierra’s face as she wiped a smear of his blood from her mouth. 
A warm trickle of blood slid down Reisan’s neck, slightly annoying him. Sierra shifted against his hips, causing the angel to once more clench his teeth, before she reached back to pull his shirt over her head to press against his neck and stop the bleeding. //Oh God!// Reisan pleaded in his mind. She was beautiful. And there was no doubt there was a connection between them. But no. NO! This could not happen. Would never happen again. Reisan refused to be the reason for this girl’s death. Fire danced tauntingly just under his skin as though proving his thoughts. The material pressed against the wound, soaking up any free-flowing blood and pressing against the wound to stop the bleeding. 
Reisan watched with flickering orbs as Sierra stood up and waltzed over to the fridge, inspecting the interior and selecting a red cordial, before walking back to offer him a drink. The icy, strawberry flavoured water slid down his throat, extinguishing some of the flames writhing, begging for him to let them roam. Allowing his eyelids to drift down, covering the obsidian orbs beneath, taking a shaky breath, the boy attempted to calm his racing heart. //What the fuck Reisan!? Pull your fucking act together!// Growling words through his mind before he voiced them, or punched something…or someone. 
[color=white]”Why the fuck is she not chained up Reisan!?” A low pitched, barely controlled voice broke through Reisan’s mental walls. Groaning, he looked over to where his brother, Lucas, stood at the door frame. A dark stain spread across the floor, leeching its way across the dark tiles in a sickening, oily black as Reisan realized Lucas had brought something to knock Sierra out. Fire roared to life within him, battering its way towards the surface, demanding to be let out and to hurt. Kill. Protect. The boy barely had time to throw up a block before it roared its way to the surface... all for Sierra.
Bearing his teeth towards the older angel at the door frame, Reisan couldn’t help but laugh as Lucas was thrown backwards after coming into contact with the invisible protective barrier at the door. Slipping his aloof, haunting mask back over his features, Reisan got up, eyes flickering to Sierra before glaring down at her, all previous pleasure and thoughts towards her thrown out the window. “Stay here Sierra. Do not make an attempt to help me. Do not move. Do not speak.” Fire writhed against the barrier he had hastily thrown up to protect her from being hurt by his flame, flickering dangerously in his previously obsidian orbs in a warning. Stalking back towards the door frame, Reisan acknowledged Lucas. 
“You should have known better than to think I would not put protective runes on the door, brother. Sorry if I bruised your ass. And your ego.” Reisan glared at his brother who lay sprawled on the floor, Lucas hadn’t made an attempt to get up. Frustration and worry filled Reisan. Why the fuck was Lucas not getting up!? Walking through the door way, he felt the protection runes falter, before going out. The fallen swung around to look at the door. //What the fuck is going on!?// Reisan growled to himself. First the runes holding Sierra had acted strangely and now his strongest runes of protection had suddenly gone out. Something was wrong. Something was happening and Reisan had no idea what. Confusion gnawed at his insides.
Before the fallen had time to react, a fist smashed into the side of his face, catching him when he least expected it. The floor beneath Reisan rose up to greet him, as he smacked dazed onto the tiles, slick with the sickly green syrup concoction Lucas had brought with him to knock out Sierra. Blinking away the haze pain brought to his sight, Reisan looked up into the sneering face of Lucas. The fallen spat words at Reisan before strolling through the un-warded door to seize Sierra. Anger flared through Reisan. //Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!// The word keened through his mind as his eyes locked with the fear filled smoky violet ones of Sierra. 
With a loud growl, Reisan struggled to his feet, slipping on the syrup coated tiles, glass shredding his hands before embedding itself deep into his flesh. “You fucking asshole Lucas! Get the fuck away from her before I tare you limb from fucking limb!” Reisan’s rage and hate for Lucas cleared his mind, honing his gaze on the dark haired boy who had a strangle hold on Sierra. Lucas could easily kill her then and there, a gentle twist of her head could disconnect it from her neck, a gentle thrust over her heart could send his hand deep inside her chest to rip out her heart. The possibilities of her death were endless. Reisan looked into Sierra’s eyes once more, hoping she would twist out of his grasp the moment he attacked Lucas.
Instinct drove Reisan into action, sending a bolt of unseen flame at the other fallen, causing him to loosen his grip on the girl. Sierra struggled against his hands, tearing herself from his grasp. Reisan could only watch in horror as Lucas swiped at the girl, hand curling around her throat crushing her wind pipe and snapping her neck in a sickening crunch. The sound slapped Reisan in the face. Gritting his teeth, the angel roared in fury as something snapped within him, took him over and consumed him from the inside out. Sierra crumpled to the floor, eyes stared at the ceiling with an unseeing focus. 
The beast roared again in fury, the sound shaking the whole building with its belligerent anger. The sound chilled Reisan to the bone. //Where the fuck had that come from…?// And then it hit him. It had come from himself. Fire had overtaken Reisan’s mind and body, finally released from its cage, the fallen could only watch as it, no he, tore at Lucas, ripping his arm from its socket, inflicting pain and hurt on the other immortal. Reisan felt stronger, faster, invincible even, his already heavily muscled frame filled even more, adding ropes of steel corded muscle. Reisan’s golden hair swirled around his head, disobeying gravity as it crackled with electricity. Lucas didn’t stand a chance. 
Snarling and prowling the space between his fallen brother and Sierra, Reisan struggled to get back in control of himself. Movement caught out of his left eye as Sierra’s body healed, mending her broken neck and crushed wind pipe even though she still remained unconscious. Violent coughing erupted from her small frame, distracting the beast long enough for Reisan to get under control. This time, the beast willingly settled back in its cage, curling in on itself and going to sleep, content and settled after finally being allowed to roam freely. Shuddering in deep breaths of cool air, Reisan turned and strode over to Sierra. Dropping to his knees, the boy gently brushed a few strands of hair from her face, eyes darting over her with worry. Reisan had to get her out of here. The fallen was right to have had suspicion of his eldest brother; he should have doubted Lucas had changed. Scooping Sierra up into his arms, Reisan grabbed Everans by the sheath, walked out of the room, up the stairs and out into the pallid moonlight.
 Lights flew past as cars drove around and signs screamed for attention, drawing the gaze of various passers-by. At this time or night, or rather morning, only thieves, druggies, whores and clubbers would be out. Slipping from shadow to shadow, Reisan tried to keep out of view. A man covered in blood, carrying an unconscious woman who had bruises all over her neck and holding a massive sword would cause panic among onlookers. Bright signs faded into security fences and dilapidated buildings with crumbling bricks. Up ahead, a sickly yellowed light sat alone and desolate on the road before Reisan. Somewhere in the distance a woman screamed, gunshots sliced through the quiet night and all was silent once more. Bugs swarmed in the pool of light, mesmerised by its glow as though it would give them something, or save them perhaps. 
Sighing, Reisan walked on, his footfalls the only sound in the still night as his eyes fixed into the darkness. The boy was drawn to a neon sign like the bugs behind him had been to the street lamp. The sign read “Premium Accommodation. Vacancy.” Due to the burnt out lights, chipped paint, graffiti and bars on the windows, the building indicated by the sign looked horrific and spoke nothing of premium. Smiling to himself, Reisan realized it was the perfect place to lay low for the night. His brothers would not suspect he had come to this part of the neighbourhood, and this meant the fallen could at least get a good night’s sleep, a shower if he was lucky and enough time to allow Sierra to heal properly. At the reminder he held the limp girl in his arms, Reisan gazed down into her face, features illuminated in a sickly gaunt expression by the moon above. 
After placing her in one of the faded, once floral printed, sofas, Reisan strapped Everans once more to his back, before pushing open the glass door, setting off a tinkling bell which alerted the owners someone was at the front desk. The young teenage male behind the counter looked to be about 19, sickly thin with his greasy black hair ruffled around his head, horrific acne and thick glasses. A scratched nametag suggested his name was Eric. Compelling the boy was easy enough, so Reisan was able to secure himself and Sierra one of the new rooms. Smiling, the fallen thanked Eric before swiping the small set of keys from the counter and proceeding outside once more. Gazing down at the number attached to the keys on a small tag, Reisan noted they would be staying in room 13 on the second floor.
Once more gathering Sierra into his arms, Reisan started the short climb to their room, all the while the girl remained unconscious, oblivious to everything. Opening the badly painted green door with a tacked on ‘13’, the smell of fresh paint and cleaning products assaulted the Fallen’s nose. Walking over to the lone double bed, Reisan placed the girl gently on the covers, noting a small shiver dart over her skin. Eyes roaming over her cautiously, noting she had no clothes other than the small bikini she had been wearing for the whole day. Rubbing his palms together, Reisan knew he should use magic to summon clothes for her. Turning his back to Sierra, Reisan padded to the centre of the room, dropping to sit cross legged on the floor, eyes closed, arms spread palms up. Chanting words, Reisan felt the familiar brush of power as magic stitched and formed clothes for the girl. 
Opening his eyes, a neatly folded stack of clothes lay piled before him. Simple black skinny jeans, a dark grey long sleeved shirt, socks, a white bra and panties set and knee high leather boots greeted his touch. Returning to his chant, Reisan summoned some clothing for himself. Black jeans, black shirt. His comfort clothes and modern battle armour. The girl obviously preferred skimpy, vibrantly coloured clothes, but with his limited ability to summon clothing, what he had would have to do. Collecting the piles of clothes, he got up, placing hers on the small bedside table to the right of the bed. Turning, the fallen strode into the bathroom, locking the door and stripping himself of clothes before turning on the shower and stepping into the scolding hot water. 
After towelling himself dry and dressing in his new clothes, Reisan walked back into the small bedroom watching from the shadows as Sierra slept on. Crossing to the barred window, the fallen looked out into the night’s sky where planes made their way across the vast expanse of darkness. A bitter taste coated Reisan’s mouth at the sight of the planes. Pathetic humans thought they could claim the sky with their giant metal contraptions. Humans thought themselves kings of everything after they claimed the sky with these planes, thought them swift and elegant when in reality, they had the grace of a toddler learning to walk. They had nothing on the agility nor the grace and speed of true flight of the birds and not a single thing on the flight of angels. Sighing, Reisan turned away from the sight, both angered and sickened by the human race once again. 
Sauntering over to the bed, the boy gently picked up Sierra, placing her under the covers before crawling in after her. No way in hell was she leaving his side. Not when she was hurt and he had just stolen something that his brothers and Lucifer wanted so badly. Yawning widely, Reisan closed his eyes, shut off his thoughts and relaxed into the bed. Sleep pulled him under, wrapping him up in warmth and safety before the nightmares began.