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Date With An Angel 1/5 Elijah/Dom, Viggo/Orlando
For those that are extremely religious, if you believe in anyway that you feel this story may upset you, than please pass this by. However, please keep in mind, that I am in no way trying to press my beliefs or any religious beliefs on to anyone. This is just a story folks. That is all it is. All made up. Entertainment purposes only. So, if you look beyond that fact, then proceed.
A special, Thank you to Starlit_woods for providing the picture of Elijah (Thank you, I now owe you big time!) and a BIG thank you to Saura and Slip for beta reading this story and helping to make this an okay story, great! Thank you, love and hugs. You are my angels!
Date with an Angel
By Summer
Class: Slash
Beta’d by Saura and Slip
Feedback: Naturally. Yes, please. I crave it.
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 don't read it.
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Orli/Viggo
1/5
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this is not real. No profit is being made. Happy?
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?”
Oh yeah. That was why she was pissed off.
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!”
Oh, this human was cute! He thinks I don’t understand his speech. Well, I do understand.
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.
Oh yes, this was a load of fun. His human was positively adorable.
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 quickly 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.
'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.
TBC
A special, Thank you to Starlit_woods for providing the picture of Elijah (Thank you, I now owe you big time!) and a BIG thank you to Saura and Slip for beta reading this story and helping to make this an okay story, great! Thank you, love and hugs. You are my angels!
By Summer
Class: Slash
Beta’d by Saura and Slip
Feedback: Naturally. Yes, please. I crave it.
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 don't read it.
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Orli/Viggo
1/5
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this is not real. No profit is being made. Happy?
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?”
Oh yeah. That was why she was pissed off.
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.
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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!”
Oh, this human was cute! He thinks I don’t understand his speech. Well, I do understand.
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.
Oh yes, this was a load of fun. His human was positively adorable.
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 quickly 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.
'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.
TBC
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