The Fallen One

Chapter Six

Hours passed since Mariah and Canaan had spoke a word to each other; Mariah decided to give Canaan some time to reflect on what was said and left him alone. Canaan did remember tiny fragments of his past, especially the memories of Mariah, making it enough for him to start believing what Mariah was saying to him. He could not believe that it has been eighteen years since he had seen Mariah's beautiful face in his mind; but it scared him that the last eighteen years have been nothing but a cover that hid a scandal. A scandal of his murder conviction for killing a mortal woman; which made him question rather or not his life before was even worth remembering.
He still had questions to ask her about his life, even though he had a lot of questions to last a lifetime. He just wanted to see her face again.
A knock came at the door and it slowly opened. Mariah slipped in and closed the door behind her. The room developed tension between the two, but not a tension of hatred. He wanted her more then anything, to take her for himself, but he did not know why. She wore black jeans with her black knee high boots, she wore a white top that formed with her curves, her belt with the sword still attached to her side. The way her brown sandy hair cascaded across her shoulders made her look astonishing, even her bright gray eyes gave away innocence of her mind and soul as she stared straight at him. She was a beautiful presence to be standing in.
Mariah sucked in a breathe and shook her head.
"Would you like a tour of the house?" She asked. "I figured you would like to come out of here and walk around as long as you try not to runaway. I do not want you killed."
Canaan nodded as he walked toward her. "I understand." He said as he stopped right in front of her, towering over her.
Looking up at him, she glared at him as if she was trying to hide her feelings about him. However they were as plain as the day. He could see the hurt and pain in her eyes as she looked at him, staring at the person she lost eighteen years ago. Her pain was now his pain, the unforgettable memory of him having to leave her was haunting him in his mind. She slowly turned away from him and preceded out the door. He blew out a breath and ran his hand threw his hair, debating whether or not to follow her. He felt the strange connection to her becoming stronger, his body was developing the feelings for her back.
He shook his head from his thoughts and slowly walked out the door, greeting a waiting Mariah who seemed very impatient with arms crossed and foot tapping, her head cocked to the side.
"Are you ready?" Mariah asked.
"Yes." Canaan said.
Mariah nodded her head and turned around, walking down the hallway pointing out different doors.
"The door on the left is the guest bathroom, where you are staying is actually the guest bedroom." She stated then she opened the right door at the end of the hallway. They walked into the room, which had a desk, stacked with papers, in the middle of the room that was centered in front of a big window. Both sides of the room had book cases filled with books and to chairs sat in front of the desk, the walls were painted a light brown.
Mariah sighed. "This was your office." She stated. "Even though we are angels, we still have tons of jobs. Our jobs requires us to save people and angels who are being pursed by demons. You were Head of Affairs in this job."
Canaan nodded, no memories of this came back to him. He swiftly stepped back as Mariah closed the door and continued to walk to the open space.
"This is the living room." She stated as she stood in the center.
The room was a light green with a multitude of windows, hardwood floor. The two couches were white and sat in the middle of the room on a white rug in front of a big stone fireplace. Pictures of Canaan and Mariah were placed on the mantel of the fireplace, greeting him with smiles of joy and happiness.
Suddenly, Canaan collapsed to the floor, his screams of pain echoed the room as he held his head. Vivid images of Mariah and him began to feel his mind, as though he was seeing a timeline of their love again except a more painful way.
His mind slowly started to go somewhere else, places he had never seen before. Then his visions stopped and he was standing in the middle of a field, the sun shining down on the rows of grain that stretched to the horizon.
He looked down and saw that he was wearing kaki shorts and a white polo with the belt that held a sword of his own, his skin was tanned. He felt the wind blow across his face, the warmth of the setting sun gave him a relaxing posture.
A pair of arms gracefully wrapped themselves around him, pulling him back a little. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the soft smiling face of his wife Mariah. Her beautiful sandy brown hair flowed as the wind blew gently, she wore a soft white sundress and flip flops with her sword clinging to her side.
"It is so beautiful Canaan." She stated as she let go of him, letting him put his arm around her. "God's creation is wondrous. How could humans take for granted his amazing gifts that he has given them."
"Yes it is amazing." Canaan said as he gently pulled Mariah into his embrace. He kissed her forehead and looked down at her. "Let's build us a home here."
Mariah looked at him wide eyed. "What? Why?" She asked. "Our home is in Heaven."
"Well I was thinking God could approve us doing this since we are High Ranks." Canaan explained. "Maybe as a wedding present. I know how much you love His Creation of this world and the beauty it comes with it. And also we could work from here cause we are the High Ranks under Michael."
A smile formed across her face as she hugged him. "I love you Canaan." She said.
"I love you to Mariah." He stated.
Tears streamed down Canaan's face as the pain finally faded away from his head and the memory dissolved from his mind. He opened his eyes and looked up at Mariah, her concerned face looked down at him. He shook his head and sat up.
He stared straight ahead as Mariah laid a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay? What did you see?" She asked softly.
"I saw us." He said in a low voice. "I saw us standing in a field. We were talking about moving to the earth to build a home of our own."
Mariah smiled as she nodded. "This is the home we built together." She stated. "It was a wedding present from God himself. However, we never had the chance to move into it. You were arrested a couple of days after the wedding, we spent most of our time in the home we had in Heaven."
Canaan looked at her with tears still in his eyes. The memories he was experiencing were overwhelming, the pain and passion mixed in as one toxic combination to make him remember life he was deemed to forget. His mind being torn in two parts, one half was Canaan, the human boy who never thought nothing special about himself, and the other half Canaan, the Warrior angel who was accused of killing people.
"Once you remember everything Canaan, you will understand why this is happening and we can stop the people who did this to you." She claimed. "I do not want to lose you again. I would rather lose my Grace then watch you die or fall again, my heart cannot bare that pain anymore."
Canaan continued to stare at her, his desire for her started grow, even more powerful then the last time it happened. He felt the need to touch her. Kiss her. Caress her. To be near her. He placed at hand on here cheek, the warmth of her skin sent tingles up his hand and arm. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. He could see the passion and want roll off her body like a wave, slowly he leaned in and their lips met with fiery passion.
The lingering kiss was a distant memory, but now the memory was brought back by the moment of passion between them, his lips moved with hers as the taste of her soft, warm lips was felt. She broke away from him and turned her head as she stood up, ashamed of what just happened between them.
"I have not touched you or kissed you in over eighteen years." She stated. "It does not feel real honestly, like you are not really here and I am just imagining this whole situation."
Canaan shook his head as he stood up, he softly grabbed her chin, turning her head to face him. "This is real."
He leaned down to kiss Mariah again, instead she grabbed at the back of his head and forced his head downward for her lips to meet his in a heated passion. His hand pressed against her lower back as he pushed her closer into his muscular body, his arms wrapped around her tightly like iron bands, refusing to let break away. Continuing to get deeper in her kiss, those soft, warm lips of hers started to send his mind off to places that he had never been before.
His arms slowly turn her loose and his hands found the bottom up her shirt, slowly clenching the hem of her shirt as he pulled it off of her in a swift motion breaking the passionate kiss. He looked at her and saw her flawless skin, her black bra fitted to her figure like a second skin. He nuzzled his head into her neck and began to kiss her neck and shoulders. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled his shirt off of him, her moans continue as Canaan switched to the other side of her neck.
The feeling of electricity soared through Canaan as he picked up Mariah, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly as he carried her to the guest bedroom continuing to kiss her.
Once in the guest bedroom, he gently laid her on the bed. He broke the kiss and stared down into her brilliant gray eyes, searching for an answer to a question he feared to ask. A small nod of her gave him the approval he needed, he gently kissed her chest as his hands find the top of her jeans and unbuttoned them. His lips move in a flowing pattern from her chest to her stomach as he lifted her to remove her jeans. Her moans of passion ignited his desire for more as his hands fumbled with the button on his pants.
Once his pants were removed, he looked down again at Mariah. Her bra and panties are a matching black, giving view of her curvacious body. Her beautiful body matched her elegant soul, one that has been torn for some time. Yet, the expression of love on her face made him feel comfortable.
He straddled her on the bed and leaned down, brushing away strands of hair away from her face.
"Are you sure you want this?" Canaan asked. "You can say no."
Mariah shook her head. "I want this." She stated. "We were robbed of these moments of passion with each other after our wedding night, I will never say no to you."
Canaan nodded as he continued to kiss her again, removing the remained of their clothes.
As their naked bodies pressed against each other, the electricity filled their bodies with passion and love. Everything they had been through had faded away as they made love to each other. Not worrying of the evil that eventually will enter their lives again.