Hope all you moms out there had a great Mother's Day. Mine was sweet--Breakfast in bed, a few museums and a lovely dinner with my sweet baboo. I got a gorgeous necklace from him--unique--one I had seen at the craft fair and loved! He's so good to me.
Anyway, here is the next installment of the story. A trip home to the parents? Not the easiest thing to do--especially if you're an angelic warrior. Enjoy!!!
The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim
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Because
he’d given into her tempting, sexy offer, it was more than two hours later
before they were able to take off. Eran
led Amaris out onto the ledge and showed her how to make her wings appear on
command. Once she felt comfortable with
that skill, he’d coaxed her to take that all important first step into empty
air. She’d gone pale and bit her lip
until he could see marks, but finally, she’d taken his hands and let him lead
her off the safety of the outside shelf.
He
continued holding her as her wings pumped, and she understood how to make them
do her bidding. Her bright smile and
joyful tears when he let her go solo was imprinted on his memory forever. They’d stayed high, not wanting her to bump
into any buildings on her first stumbling flight, but it didn’t take Amaris
long to get the hang of it. Soon she was
flying by his side, her face glowing with triumph and her chin held high in
determination.
“Where to
first?” she shouted over the racing wind.
Pointing
down to the outskirts of town, he smiled.
“To your parents. We can go to
your apartment afterwards. That way we
don’t have to carry your belongings too far.
I don’t want you tiring yourself out on this first flight.”
“It’s
wonderful.” The enthusiasm in her voice
made him grin. “I am sooo glad flying is
a perk of being a Nephilim. Almost makes
up for the garbage I have to go through with Asmodeous.”
“Don’t
worry about him,” Eran commanded. “He
has a job to do, but he’ll fail. He
won’t win you over to them.”
“Not
now.” She reached out and ran a finger
down his cheek. He felt the heat of it
go right to his cock. “I belong to you.”
Eran
frowned. “You belong to Jehovah, little
angel. Always first and foremost.”
“I know
that.” Her shrug was unconcerned. “But I don’t know him yet. I do know you. And you’re the one who made me decide which
side to go with. You’re why I want to
join with Jehovah.”
He frowned
again, not sure why the statement bothered him.
“As long as you know your priorities, Amaris. What we are together is important, yes. But your relationship with the Father must be
paramount. Before me. Before us.”
She sighed. “I know.
But you have to understand, Eran.
You are all that is good and
right about him. It’s only natural I
would look to you first.”
Guiding
them below a low line of red oak trees, he chewed on her statement. He was still worried, but a part of him
understood what she was saying. Before
he could talk about it further, she gave a glad cry.
“There it
is! My parent’s house. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Eran
already knew where the home was. He’d
scouted it out earlier that day, making sure bringing his Nephilim here would
be safe. This time though, he tried to
see it through Amaris’ eyes.
It was an
ordinary looking, single-story, ranch-type house. Built with brick and white stucco, it had
large windows that opened up onto the street, as well as a porch that wrapped
around the front of the house. Two large
rocking chairs graced the white-planked covered area, and climbing roses, their
scent powerful in the early-afternoon sun, proudly displayed their beautiful
faces as they crawled up the outer wooden uprights and onto the moss-covered
roof.
It was a
homey looking place. One where a little
girl might grow up safely, believing she was ordinary. Nothing special at all.
Definitely
not a once in a millennium, female Nephilim, whose very existence had sent all
the angelic scholars scurrying back to their scrolls. Could it be there was something even more
special about Amaris than just being a woman?
Already tales about an ancient prophecy were being whispered amongst the
guardians. Eran hadn’t said anything to Amaris, but it terrified him to think his
little angel was the Nephilim Jehovah had spoken off so long ago. What would that mean for them? Would he lose her to a promise made thousands
of years before her birth?
“Well?” she
asked, breaking his troubled train of thought.
“What do you think?”
He shook
off his worry and smiled, trying to enjoy her pleasure. “It is a nice place, little angel. I can see you were happy here.”
“My foster
parents were great. They really cared
about me. Not like some of the other
places I’d been. When they adopted me, I
cried for hours. I was part of a real
family then. For the first time.”
“You have
never told me what happen to your mother…your true birth mother.” Eran was hesitant to bring it up. Some Nephilim mother’s abandoned their babies
because they somehow sensed their child wasn’t normal.
“She
died.” Amaris’ words were soft, and he
instinctively reached out his hand to take hers. Her lips trembled once, and then she
continued. “It was a car accident. I was six.
A drunk driver hit us, and she was killed instantly.” Her expressive eyes turned inwards. “Obviously, they couldn’t find my father, and
there was no other family, so I was put in the system.”
“How long?”
She didn’t
answer until they’d landed—somewhat awkwardly since it was Amaris’ first
time—behind a small thicket of trees.
“Mom and Dad became my foster parents when I turned ten. Until then I was passed around a lot. I don’t have any real horror stories like
some kids do, but always feeling like you’re on the outside?” She shuddered. “That was hard enough for me. I would have done anything for them once they
said they wanted me forever. I love them
so much.”
“I am glad
you had someone, little angel. It is no
fun being on your own.”
Amaris shot
him a look. “I guess you’d know. But you’ve got me now. You’ll never be lonely again.” Before he could respond to her amazing
promise, her gaze became sad. “I don’t
know how to tell them I won’t be able to see them again. It’s just not fair.”
Eran pulled
her against him for a quick hug. “Don’t
worry. If at all possible, we will
visit. But they can’t know why you are
leaving. It would sign their death
sentence.”
Her
eyebrows came together. “What? Why?”
He sighed
and hugged her again. “If you tell them
the truth and they believe you, then they become privy to knowledge not meant
for humankind. And once that happens,
they lose the protection of ignorance.
The enemy can use them to get to you.”
She
shivered in his arms. “I want to keep
them safe.”
“Then don’t
tell them why you have to leave.”
“But what
do I say?” Shaking her head, she pulled
away. “What story will placate them?”
Taking her
hand, he pulled her around the trees and into the long driveway. “It must be one they will believe without
question. One they will want to believe.”
Nodding,
she took a deep breath then was thoughtfully silent until they reached the
porch steps. Only then did she turn to Eran. “I think I know what might work, but you’ll
have to help.”
“Of course,
little angel. What would you like me to
do?”
Before she
could answer him, the front door flew open and a short, sandy-haired woman
stepped out. When she saw Amaris, her
eyes filled with surprise. “Amaris? Oh my goodness, it is you. Johnson, come out
here right now! Our girl is home.”
“For God’s
sake, Trudy.” There was a loud grumble,
and a tall, balding man smoking a pipe appeared. He might have sounded abrupt, but his eyes
were kind. “Amaris? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
Amaris
ignored the question as she embraced her parents. “I’m so glad to see you both. So very glad.”
“Well, come
in, I—” Suddenly, Trudy caught sight of
the tall man standing behind Amaris.
Eran bit back a smile as her eyes went as wide as saucers. “I-I…
I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”
Amaris’ father
shuffled forward. “And just who have you
brought to visit?”
Putting her
arm around Eran’s waist, Amaris smiled tremulously. “Mom, Dad this is Eran.” She swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“He’s my
fiancé.”
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Oh boy...this is going to be good. Engaged? How will Eran respond to this newest surprise? They just seem to keep coming, don't they? LOL See you on Sunday for the next installment.
Have a great week!
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
2 comments:
Wondeful! You should always be afraid when someone tells you to follow along! LOL!!!
*grin* Phylis, that should always make a person wary.
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