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- Jan 9, 2009
The sound of the city could be heard even over the scream of her alarm and Iesa rolled over with a groan, hitting the sleep button absently before drifting back to sleep. Not even five minutes later the annoying ring of the phone woke her again and she grumbled beneath her breath as she was finally forced out of bed.
â??What,â? she snapped, eyes closed against the glare of the sun in her eyes.
â?Well thatâ??s not a good way to greet your keeper.â? The cultured voice coming from the phone made her eyes snap open and she stood up straight even though she knew that her elder couldnâ??t see her. â?Be glad I didnâ??t let Michael make this call. Heâ??d have plucked your wings for that greeting.â?
The speaker was Iesaâ??s elder, her boss on Earth, and his name was Gabriel. No, not that Gabriel, but still an important one. The angel had been on Earth for the last year, on various Watch assignments to make certain that certain humans remained safe. Unlike what some thought demons and angels were real, and they did have wings, some demons even had tails, but for the most part they didnâ??t show any of their other appendages until they were back in their domain. While on Earth they were there to maintain the Balance. It was the angelâ??s jobs to make certain that humans remained good, and it was the demonâ??s job to destroy all that good work.
â??Iâ??m sorry Gabriel, it wonâ??t happen again. It has just been a very long night,â? Iesa said hurriedly, clutching the phone as she waited to be reprimanded by her elder. Sheâ??d already gotten into trouble not two months before for getting into a fight with an imp; heâ??d managed to steal away her charge and sheâ??d tried to bargain the girl back only to find that heâ??d already given her to an incubus before Iesa found out where she was.
â?I know, Iâ??ve been watching, but you must be more careful, if you keep having run-ins with the lower demons youâ??ll draw the attention of those higher. Everyone reports to someone,â? Gabriel lectured and Iesa did her best to keep from grinding her teeth. â?After that fight with the imp you had better watch yourself. Youâ??re lucky you werenâ??t pulled from duty and sent back.â?
That wasnâ??t even my fault she thought, eyes narrowing slightly. The bugger set that girl up with Kesh before even taking her from me. Itâ??s not my fault no one was paying attention to that damn demonâ??s location.
Even though sheâ??d not said a word Iesa knew immediately that Gabriel had heard her thoughts and she cringed when she heard him say her name with a sharp tongue. â?Iesa, stop complaining. Youâ??re the one that asked for her so we gave her to you. Now, if youâ??ll stop moping you have a new charge. Youâ??ll be contacted later and told where to meet her, you had better be there and this one had better be saved or youâ??re going to be in trouble.â?
With that the phone went dead in her hands and Iesa glared at the white plastic machine for a moment before slamming it back into its cradle. Walking back to her room she slammed the door and leaned against the cool wood, taking slow, even breaths for a moment before pushing herself from the door to stand before her mirror.
Unlike most peopleâ??s perception of angelâ??s Iesa had black hair, as deep and dark as a ravenâ??s wing with the same blue highlights. Her skin was pale, but at the same time she looked as if sheâ??d been dusted with gold. Eyes a sapphire green that rivaled any catâ??s took up most of her face, the edges slightly tilted upwards. Her lips were full and soft, a near perfect cupidâ??s bow that sat on her face like a pink temptation. Sheâ??d been told that she rivaled a few of the succubi, but she didnâ??t believe it; though she sometimes wondered if sheâ??d picked the wrong side to fight for.
Shaking away those thoughts and running a comb through wavy locks she checked the time and signed inwardly. Though Gabriel had said sheâ??d be contacted later, Iesa knew that Michael would be showing up at her apartment any minute. Hurrying to dress she grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans that hugged her hips and a green tank top that brought out her eyes. Another quick combing of her hair and Iesa pulled it back into a high, tight pony tail before she heard the doorbell.
Hours later she sat in her car, fingers softly massaging her temples as a headache began. Sheâ??d not eaten in nearly two days and it didnâ??t look like sheâ??d be getting dinner that night either. Yup, shoulda been a succubus she grumbled in her head before she spotted her charge. The girl was barely 16 and sheâ??d been on the streets for half a year, already she was a prostitute and was working as a runner for one of the larger dealers in the area. It was Iesaâ??s job to convince her to go back home and not ruin her life.
â??My job sucks,â? Iesa mumbled as she climbed out of the car and began down the street. At the best of times Iesa was a little over 5â??5, but tonight sheâ??d shrunk, the cold and her lack of food making her slightly testy but she forced herself to ignore the men calling to her from various cars and windows. Looking down at herself she didnâ??t think she looked like one of the girls walking the streets looking for a trick, but who knew what those kind of girls were supposed to look like. Iesa was short but her body was all curving, long lines, and she had legs even one of her angel friends would have killed for. Unlike most of the girls on the street she didnâ??t look to be starving, and her thin leather jacket did little to hide the swell of her breasts beneath her blue t-shirt. Closing her jacket around her body she hugged herself, following her charge, Amy, into one of the bars that Iesa knew well.
Senses tingling she bit her lip. She really really didnâ??t want to go in there. Most of the demons on the lower east side frequented the bar and she could already smell the thick, sickeningly sweet stench of their magic.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and followed the girl inside. God, I need a new job.
â??What,â? she snapped, eyes closed against the glare of the sun in her eyes.
â?Well thatâ??s not a good way to greet your keeper.â? The cultured voice coming from the phone made her eyes snap open and she stood up straight even though she knew that her elder couldnâ??t see her. â?Be glad I didnâ??t let Michael make this call. Heâ??d have plucked your wings for that greeting.â?
The speaker was Iesaâ??s elder, her boss on Earth, and his name was Gabriel. No, not that Gabriel, but still an important one. The angel had been on Earth for the last year, on various Watch assignments to make certain that certain humans remained safe. Unlike what some thought demons and angels were real, and they did have wings, some demons even had tails, but for the most part they didnâ??t show any of their other appendages until they were back in their domain. While on Earth they were there to maintain the Balance. It was the angelâ??s jobs to make certain that humans remained good, and it was the demonâ??s job to destroy all that good work.
â??Iâ??m sorry Gabriel, it wonâ??t happen again. It has just been a very long night,â? Iesa said hurriedly, clutching the phone as she waited to be reprimanded by her elder. Sheâ??d already gotten into trouble not two months before for getting into a fight with an imp; heâ??d managed to steal away her charge and sheâ??d tried to bargain the girl back only to find that heâ??d already given her to an incubus before Iesa found out where she was.
â?I know, Iâ??ve been watching, but you must be more careful, if you keep having run-ins with the lower demons youâ??ll draw the attention of those higher. Everyone reports to someone,â? Gabriel lectured and Iesa did her best to keep from grinding her teeth. â?After that fight with the imp you had better watch yourself. Youâ??re lucky you werenâ??t pulled from duty and sent back.â?
That wasnâ??t even my fault she thought, eyes narrowing slightly. The bugger set that girl up with Kesh before even taking her from me. Itâ??s not my fault no one was paying attention to that damn demonâ??s location.
Even though sheâ??d not said a word Iesa knew immediately that Gabriel had heard her thoughts and she cringed when she heard him say her name with a sharp tongue. â?Iesa, stop complaining. Youâ??re the one that asked for her so we gave her to you. Now, if youâ??ll stop moping you have a new charge. Youâ??ll be contacted later and told where to meet her, you had better be there and this one had better be saved or youâ??re going to be in trouble.â?
With that the phone went dead in her hands and Iesa glared at the white plastic machine for a moment before slamming it back into its cradle. Walking back to her room she slammed the door and leaned against the cool wood, taking slow, even breaths for a moment before pushing herself from the door to stand before her mirror.
Unlike most peopleâ??s perception of angelâ??s Iesa had black hair, as deep and dark as a ravenâ??s wing with the same blue highlights. Her skin was pale, but at the same time she looked as if sheâ??d been dusted with gold. Eyes a sapphire green that rivaled any catâ??s took up most of her face, the edges slightly tilted upwards. Her lips were full and soft, a near perfect cupidâ??s bow that sat on her face like a pink temptation. Sheâ??d been told that she rivaled a few of the succubi, but she didnâ??t believe it; though she sometimes wondered if sheâ??d picked the wrong side to fight for.
Shaking away those thoughts and running a comb through wavy locks she checked the time and signed inwardly. Though Gabriel had said sheâ??d be contacted later, Iesa knew that Michael would be showing up at her apartment any minute. Hurrying to dress she grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans that hugged her hips and a green tank top that brought out her eyes. Another quick combing of her hair and Iesa pulled it back into a high, tight pony tail before she heard the doorbell.
Hours later she sat in her car, fingers softly massaging her temples as a headache began. Sheâ??d not eaten in nearly two days and it didnâ??t look like sheâ??d be getting dinner that night either. Yup, shoulda been a succubus she grumbled in her head before she spotted her charge. The girl was barely 16 and sheâ??d been on the streets for half a year, already she was a prostitute and was working as a runner for one of the larger dealers in the area. It was Iesaâ??s job to convince her to go back home and not ruin her life.
â??My job sucks,â? Iesa mumbled as she climbed out of the car and began down the street. At the best of times Iesa was a little over 5â??5, but tonight sheâ??d shrunk, the cold and her lack of food making her slightly testy but she forced herself to ignore the men calling to her from various cars and windows. Looking down at herself she didnâ??t think she looked like one of the girls walking the streets looking for a trick, but who knew what those kind of girls were supposed to look like. Iesa was short but her body was all curving, long lines, and she had legs even one of her angel friends would have killed for. Unlike most of the girls on the street she didnâ??t look to be starving, and her thin leather jacket did little to hide the swell of her breasts beneath her blue t-shirt. Closing her jacket around her body she hugged herself, following her charge, Amy, into one of the bars that Iesa knew well.
Senses tingling she bit her lip. She really really didnâ??t want to go in there. Most of the demons on the lower east side frequented the bar and she could already smell the thick, sickeningly sweet stench of their magic.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and followed the girl inside. God, I need a new job.