Once upon a dream

This Means War

The time ticks by slowly as we assemble the mechanical wings made of aluminum wire.

The rest of the crew gathered loose feathers from there wings to glue on with the finest strongest cement to the wire wings.

Another fellow crew member named Paul comes up to me, "Hey, I brought you some coffee."

"Thanks Paul," I smile back at him, grateful for the much needed warm milky colored liquid.

We were almost completely done with the wings.

When unexpectedly I hear a crash and the windows break and a smoke bomb is throw into my apartment, relaxation hits me that were being attached at full force, without us being ready.

My mind reels as I panic and start fighting all the fallen angels with all of my might. Fists fly, wings whirl in flashes. My opponent is stronger then I anticipated and he hits me on the side of my face drawing blood on the side. My opponent pulls out a flashing knife and I curse myself for not having mine at my side.

Everyone angel on my side seem to be winning. At least that's good. I see more fists fly and I knock out my opponent and everything seems fine and we're winning.

"Stop!" We all turn around towards the voice.

Of coarse its Blake and his famous smirk. I knew he'd be just around the corner.

"She's mine he growls."

All hell breaks loose as we all stand against Blake everyone is around me in a protective circle.

"Oh no, no, no, that's not fair, we have to play by the rules, surly your leader here is strong enough to beat me? Why are you all so protective of her? Isn't she capable of fighting or is she getting weaker?"

I glare at Blake, "then let's settle it, me and just you and we'll see who's stronger. "

The circle breaks apart because they know when I put my mind to something no amount of pleading will make me stop.

I walk towards Blake and stand in my fighting position, the one I know all to well.

He smirks, "still old school huh A?"

"Of coarse." I return his smirk.

"I came back for what's mine." He growls between bared teeth.

"It's not yours once you lose it my friend."

"I'm not your friend!" He lunges at me like a tiger would his prey.

I put my arm up to counteract his blow, calculating as he advances towards me.

"Mistake number one Blake, fighting when you're angry." I laugh inwardly at his weakness as I throw him easily towards the ground in a quick swift motion.

He turns his head slowly from the ground eyes burning like ice on fire, if that's even possible. A certain beauty.

He lunges at my unexpectedly and he throws me to the ground and pins me down. Him on top of me. His mouth crashes on mine and I bite him.

He smirks.

"Rule number two A, never let your guard down."

And as it happens so often everything goes black, again.
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Jake's POV
After Azaria got knocked out everything went crazy, even me. It was evident that Blake stole Azaria without anyone noticing anything.

Shock is the word I'm looking for. Everyone stood there with gaping mouths as in a woosh of wings Blake and Azaria disappeared from view like a magic act but better.

Once the shock of it all wore off everyone went into a crazed panic and not knowing what to do.

Not a clue as to where Blake went with Azaria and what would happen next, our plan was shredded into tiny little pieces.

So much for that.

The worst part was I had no idea how I was going to get Azaria back no matter how hard I tried she was always ripped away from me each time we started to get close again. This HAS to stop, once and for all. All we need is another plan

This time a functioning one that will get rid of Blake once and for all.

This is not going to be easy I thought to myself.