The Angel, the Vampire, and the Demon

Chapter Seventeen- Jeremiah

 "Well, you will have plenty of room to grow into," Raziel remarked as he held up a black hoodie much too large for Abrariel at present.

"I did get one maternity shirt from the store," Abrariel held up a white shirt that looked very stretchy.

Abrariel had managed to buy quite a few large shirts and jumpers which he hoped he would fit into as he went through his pregnancy. Raziel was helping him to fold and put them away, telling him what he did while he had been pregnant.

"Angels don't tend to be lucky enough to just buy larger clothes. My girlfriend had to make new robes to make sure I was comfortable," Raziel murmured while putting away a jumper, his wings limp, and his long silver hair falling over his shoulders.

Abrariel sat down on the bed and placed a hand on his belly, rubbing it absently as he thought how to word his next question.

"Father, I was wondering, is there a way I can travel down to the Living?"

Raziel stopped what he was doing and looked at him over his shoulder. "Why?" He asked.

Abrariel looked down at his bare feet. "I want to see my family, my tribe, you know... I miss them, I just want to visit," he said meekly.

Raziel's face softened. "I understand, I can take you, can you tell me where the lair is?" He asked as he came to sit next to Abrariel.

"In a run-down mansion just outside Brisbane city, and thank you!" Abrariel latched himself around Raziel, Raziel hugged him back.

"We can go tomorrow, ok?" Raziel murmured as Abrariel let go.

"Ok! I can't wait to tell my boyfriend that he is a father!" Abrariel exclaimed, visibly happy about the prospect of seeing his home again.

"I will ask Jorden to come down to look after Telantes while we're gone, so you can say hello to him as well," Raziel murmured with a smile as he watched Abrariel.

Abrariel beamed at him, he couldn't wait to go home, see familiar sights, see the lair and the Brisbane city skyline, it was all too much for him to contain, he punched the air and gave a cry of joy.

The baby decided it didn't like the happy mood and gave a flip, making Abrariel hunch over as nausea gripped him, Raziel laughed as he rubbed Abrariel's back. Despite the sickly feeling, Abrariel smiled, the flip was a good sign that the baby was doing ok, and that made him even happier.

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Jeremiah

Jeremiah peered through the large floor to ceiling window that spanned the length of his simple study. He was so close to the glass, it would have fogged up with his breath, if he breathed.

It was dark outside, the moon was up in a cloudless sky, he couldn't sleep, day or night. He saw his own pale and worried face reflected back at him in the dark glass. He looked down, not wanting to look into eyes that resembled the ones he missed and longed to see so badly. He saw a vision of a young Abrariel standing beside him, deliberately fogging up the glass and laughing with pure joy. The image faded leaving a hole in Jeremiah's still heart.

Where was he? It had been four months, where was his son?

He had questioned Kate and John the night after Abrariel went missing, they had said they had abandoned him because he didn't belong in the tribe.

Jeremiah had been so angry when he heard that, and grief-stricken that he had sent them to the Daylight Cells, seeing nothing but red. They didn't come back out.

Jeremiah had then sent out search party after search party with hopes they would find his son. They hadn't, and now he saw no hope. Abrariel was gone, more than likely dead, and that killed him.

His hands were shaking hard, and he put them in the pockets of his jeans as he left the window and walked over to his leather desk chair that was pulled out from his wooden desk, his suit thrown over the top of it. His heart felt heavy, weighing on him like a grief-ridden blanket.

He sat down, imagining Abrariel sitting on his knee, talking to him, always with that bright smile of his. Jeremiah felt tears run down his face, he missed his son! He missed him so much! He was the only thing he had left of her, and he missed him!

He put his face in his hands, crying silently in his firelit study. There was a soft knock on the door. Jeremiah tried to stop crying and wipe the tears away, but found he couldn't stop, couldn't stop the flow. The door opened and Raphael appeared in the doorway, green hair ruffled like he had just gotten out of bed. He was one of his most trusted Vampires, born into the tribe, he was only just hitting immortality.

"Sire?" Raphael asked, he looked a little worried.

"Yes, Macho?" Jeremiah asked, looking at the younger Vampire with wet eyes.

"You won't believe it, but it's Abrariel, he's back! I saw him out the window!" Raphael exclaimed, concern turning to excitement as he smiled.

Jeremiah was out of his seat in a flash. "Where is he?" He asked, "Tell me, Raphael!"

"Out the front with—"

He didn't let the boy finish, instead he rushed out of his office and down the hallway, his Vampire speed helping him get there quickly. There was nothing that could stop him from seeing his son, nothing!