don't be afraid of tomorrow , [sarah]

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Somewhere out in the empty vastness of the destroyed city of Tamaya, the echo of the ringing clock tower caught the ears of Zazriel. The clock’s countdown reached to the eleventh hour; it would only be one hour until midnight, the next day. To Zaz, tomorrow held an important date to him personally; it was the day that he was born to his beloved mother. Since that day almost eighteen years ago, many twist and turns shaped Zaz’s life. What mostly made him a bit unique than any other child born on that particular day those years ago, was that he probably was the only one born that was the son of an angel and a human. The thought today still created a bit of a smile on Zaz’s lips; it seemed something like you’d read in young adult fantasy novels or religious works from centuries ago. Sometimes the Nephilim forced himself to look outside to just clarify that demons and angels did exist, and that humans were on the verge of being purged from the Earth. He was only half human, where was Zaz’s personal place in all of this?

He knew what he was, but since his mother told him only a month ago, the eve of Hell’s attack, he feel anything special. His father told his mother that their son would grow wings and possess power of his own. Visions, reading minds, abnormal reflexes, and not to mention wings which personally was Zaz’s favorite. So many questions rang in his head; he only knew the basics. He only wished he knew more or even when these powers were to bestowed upon Zaz. He then could finally stop hiding and find his mother or father. The teenage boy rested the back of his hooded head on the cool brick wall. He sat on the fire escape stairs outside the building as his back against the wall used it as a back rest; his legs crunched close to his body to conserve heat. His slate blue eyes surveyed the darkness around him with the various sources of light from windows or the streetlights. Just across the vacant street was the Our Angels church, the place where Zaz has been calling his home since he found the group called Soldiers. Their source of essentials and clean water paved a path to survival for humans and Zaz himself. In return for supplies, the hybrid would assist in any way he could.

The night held silence in the cold stricken air. The occasional echo of screams or gunshots became oh too familiar within the city streets. Whenever such disturbances happened, Zaz offered a prayer to those who were less fortunate than him at their last moments, asking their end was at least painless and swift instead of falling into the demons clutches. Instead, this night was peacefully quiet, and the little Nephilim enjoyed such peace. Zaz exhaled the warmer air from his lungs as it clashed with the colder air as it created a cloud of fog. He watched as his breath dissipated into the air. A sudden pain in both of his temples sparked a response in Zaz as he clutched his head, shutting his eyes due to the discomfort. For a few minutes, Zaz held his head in his head, attempting to rub away or dull the pain. ”Probably just tired.” Zaz thought as the pain dulled to a mere ache. ”Better be getting off to bed then.”

Zaz stood up from where he sat and carefully climbed down the fire escape stairs until he reached to the pavement below. With his hood still covering his head and his bare hands in his hoodie’s pockets, Zaz turned his head in different directions to see if the scene was clear of demons. On his back, Zaz carried a black backpack that contained a few supplies, his anti-demon and angel throwing knife set and a dagger left behind for Zaz from his angelic father. In his side pocket was an anti-demon gun that was easy access just in case. Zazriel quickened his pace as he headed toward the church’s doors. Suddenly another wave of pain, more potent than the last, assaulted the boy’s mind. Stopping in his tracks, Zaz lowered his head as his hands instinctively held his head. A painful groan escaped Zaz’s lips; it was as if someone was trying to pry his head open with a chisel and hammer. His knees weakened with pain as his weight buckled underneath his leg as he fell to his knees in the middle of the street. To make matters worse, Zaz swore he could have heard footsteps close by, or it could have been the ringing in his ears. He couldn’t completely tell.

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[dream4]

The day had been anything but exciting. With her head held high, she brushed back her curled hair and eyed the dog who was watching her from the bed upon which she was curled up eagerly. "Don't give me that look." The blonde shot at the dog, who snuffed slightly then pawed at her nose, as if trying to cover her eyes. Tossing her denim jacket onto the Golden Retriever, the Nephilim then looked to her door, which it then promptly unlocked itself and opened. Pausing, she grabbed her jacket and eyed the dog, who spoke through the mind, a little gift she had noticed she had awhile ago, "Sarah taking Rain outside?" Patting the dog, she slid on the jacket, adjusting her boots before patting her thigh, telling the dog to follow her. She paused in the church though, looking around. Her mind flew back to Michael, the Archangel Michael who had come here and she'd given shoes too, then talked to for awhile. How powerful he seemed. Her mind traveled to him, and her thoughts then went to her parents. Had he known her father? Did he know about her father? Her father had been an Archangel, but she never knew him, she never knew her mother either, just pictures of the family that could have been, if the war hadn't broken out in the area where they lived, and the duty summoned her father to protect their race. Then again, her mother had also died when she was six, she could remember her adopted parents telling her this. Your mother...was killed. They had never told her why, or how. Just that she was gone, and wouldn't be here anymore.

A hand fell to the dog and stroked the dog's head softly, before they continued along towards where the sermons she imagined used to be held, which in place now was filled with tables and chairs for eating for everyone within the church. She approached a table and picked up a piece of bread, taking it for herself. One of the down sides was that she ate a lot due to keep herself sane and her metabolism in check. Running a hand through her hair, she patted her dog softly on its head, before it whined happily, and spun, while she sat down, and Rain sat down on the floor next to the girl. She rolled her shoulders slightly. Rain would need to go outside soon, and she planned on maybe going for a quick nighttime flight. That wouldn't be that bad, would it? Her mind reeling, the Nephilim paused, half-way through the bread and whispered, "You know, Rain...have you been feeling it all day?"

[/color] The dog, instead of answering back through the only way possible, through the mind, licked her lips, eyes targeted onto the bread in her hands. Rolling her hands, she handed her the rest of it, she'd lost her appetite anyway. Standing up, shoes quiet on the floor, her eyes landed on a young boy, about four years old who was playing with a ball with another child, about six or seven from the looks of it. She felt shivers go down her spine. Would her child have to grow up in a world like this?

A hand subconsciously fell to her stomach, as if to guard herself and the baby within her. If there was. She was late, that's all that she knew, she kept praying it was just stress. But, it had been a month now, and she'd missed it. Green eyes closed for a brief moment, before the dog then pawed her leg, knocking her out of her thoughts. Thankful for that at least, she then continued outside, the night was grim, though that didn't seem to stop Rain from darting down the stairs and relieving herself in a nearby area of grass. Course, her eyes then landed on a form on the street, surprised Rain hadn't done anything. Darting down the stairs, nearly slipping and sliding her way down, the girl headed towards him, as Rain soon approached as well. Wide-eyed, the blonde approached the form, and realized it was a boy, a blond boy, groaning in pain. Gulping, she snapped her fingers for Rain, before crouching down beside him, tucking some of her hair behind her ear so she could keep a good look on him, and spoke, "Are you all right?"[/color] The understatement of the year, she was sure. Pausing, she crouched down by him, recognizing a weird smell. He smelled like her. With a faint, weird, icy scent. Hesitating, she brushed his arm, reassuring him, "Is it your birthday?"[/color] she inquired, just checking. If it was that would confirm what she thought he was. Grinning weakly, she then spoke, "Can you walk? I don't want you to go through this in the middle of the street."[/color] she offered him both her hands, ready to help him into the Church so he'd be safe.



i believe i told some lies /zaz!. im holding onto all i had /enough :3.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /click! yay!.
saying sorry for when i was bad /heh, hope it's okay. <3. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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[nyxy]

^{made by brooke from caution}

In an attempt to lift up his head, Zaz’s slate colored eyes darted up to a blurred figure that was running towards him. So he wasn’t imagining footsteps in his head; well that was a slight relief to him. At least there was another or he at least he hoped they were friendly, otherwise he was easy picking at this moment if the one rushing towards him was a demon. Zaz began to blink his eyes to try to clear his vision from the head splitting pain that seemed to radiate from his skull and to push back the wateriness that began to engulf his eyes from the agony. At the same moment the figure was at Zaz’s side, a muffled panting noise seemed to be breathing close to his other ear. A dog? Hearing a voice, Zaz attempted to look up to peer up to the stranger’s face. Only just a brief moment he could looked upwards to the figure’s face, but could not make out any of their features due to the darkness, the silhouette effect from the lights in the background, and his blurry vision from the head pain.

”Are you all right?”

[/color] The concerned voice muffled in Zaz’s ears as the ringing continued. Zaz attempted to open his mouth as he parted his lips between groans.”H-H-He..lp me…”[/color] Stuttered Zaz; that was what Zaz could muster as another wave of pain raced through his, rippling stalwartly throughout his entire body. He turned his head in another attempt to look at what had to be a girl due to the feminine tune that Zaz could scarcely make out before. What he could make out, she was a blonde headed girl, her curled hair spilled over her shoulders as she tucked a lock back into place. Zaz made a slight flinch, startled to feel her hand touch his upper arm. She brushed it gently as if silently comforting him as she spoke again. ”Is it your birthday?”[/color] At first Zazriel did not know how to answer that question; he wasn’t expecting for her to inquire him about that.

Lifting up his head, Zaz’s face wore a bit of a confused look, his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. T-Tomorrow?”[/color] His single worded answer formed in a question as his mind danced in a daze while he even tried to remind himself what day it was. For a brief moment, the pain resided just barely enough to be tolerable again as he blinked his eyes before he heard the girl’s supportive voice again. ”Can you walk? I don’t want you to go through this in the middle of the street.”[/color] Not all of the information could be processed in his mind as another wave began to writhe Zaz’s body as the pain now emit ted between the boy’s shoulder blades.

His eyes clenched in pain, his teeth gritted against each other as his hands released his head while they fell palm down on the street. Underneath his shirt, his back muscles spasm. Without hesitation, Zaz lifted his leaden arms to grasp the nameless girl’s hands. Pulling himself, he bit his lower lip as he attempted to fight the pain. The Nephilim swayed and stumbled once he was on his feet. A wave of nausea flooded his stomach, but he tried with all his might to keep anything down. Zaz attempted to carry his own weight but found himself leaning against the girl for support. Slowly, Zaz took a few steps to the church with the girl at his side.
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[dream4]

This poor guy, her mind whispered to her. The pain was clearly evident, and the memory of what she'd gone through only rang out to tell her that she wasn't alone, this guy was going through it too. He had to be. He wasn't a half-demon, what-ever they were called, she knew that much just from listening, since he had a slight icy-smell to him, like others did that were associated with heaven. Sensitive ears picked up him muttering something, and she suddenly made it out, "help me." Sarah almost gave him a look that read, "of course I will" but decided against it and nodded, nudging Rain away, who was whining at the blond guy, both of them wanting to get him up off the soaking street and into the safety and warmth of the church. They wouldn't be able to get a room for him tonight, he'd have to stay in her room. No matter, she had a friend who had a big bed who could let her sleep. If she did. The girl had a feeling she wouldn't be sleeping much tonight, she'd be too worried about him. Nodding, she spoke, "I'm Sarah."

[/color] There, keep things simple and polite. Her hand reached down and grasped his, offering it for him to squeeze. This pain she knew probably couldn't be dulled by medicine, so he would need to just live with it for the next few hours. Hesitating, the blond looked to Rain and spoke, feeling the water soak through her pants, "Get the extra blankets please Rain, I know you know where they are."[/color] The dog huffed, before taking off back up into the church. Sarah then paused, turning back to him when he mentioned that tomorrow was his birthday. She lifted up her wrist, looking to the watch that was on it. It was past midnight now, so it was already tomorrow.

"I think you mean today."[/color] she grinned weakly, as their hands interlocked. Upon this, Sarah quickly supported him, wrapping an arm around his waist, drawing him in to support him, and slinging his arm over her shoulders. Green eyes scanned the quiet church, as she directed him to her room. Nudging the door open with a foot, the blonde carefully set the guy down on her made bed, and soon Rain appeared with a blanket on her back. Giving the dog a thankful look, she took the blanket off, setting it aside for herself, shivers racking her body. Quickly she stripped off her jacket, setting it aside to let it hang, as she tied her hair back into a low, lazy ponytail and spoke, "I'm going to take off your jacket."[/color] slowly tugging it off and working it off, her mind flashed to the child she knew was probably in her stomach. She would be tending to a child within a year. Just that thought alone frightened her, but excited her mind at the same time. Grinning weakly, she grabbed one of her clean towels and dumped it beneath his head, before setting a heavy blanket over him, and spoke, crouching down by her bed, whispering softly, "The pain will probably start coming in waves, later they'll get farther apart, and less painful."[/color] she reassured him, as the Golden Retriever lied down on her dog bed, looking offended she had to lie down on it.

Shooting the creature a look, she explained, "Well you can't get up there with him, he'll probably end up shoving you off like I did."[/color] Turning her attention back to the guy, she remained crouched down by him, wanting to comfort him. Her hand snaked and gently coiled around his, letting him know she was there. With the door shut and locked, she didn't really worry about anyone coming in during this transition. It was painful, and she knew he would want to scream, but most of the time, their bodies didn't let them scream. She had wanted to, but the pain hadn't allowed her to. Nibbling her bottom lip, the blonde then sighed softly, looking to him, before she explained then, not knowing if he'd understand or not, "I'll be right here."[/color] Straightening up her 5'8" frame, she then pulled up the chair that was normally at her desk in the room, and sat down in it by him, wrapping a towel around her wet hair and head to help keep her warm and get her hair dry, while she coiled up in the blanket Rain had brought her, and set a towel on the dog, helping the dog get dry faster. Relaxing against the chair, Sarah spoke, mostly to herself, letting time slip by like sand through her fingers, "It'll be over eventually...."[/color]




i believe i told some lies /zaz!. im holding onto all i had /enough.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /click! yay!.
saying sorry for when i was bad /enjoy <33. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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