The Difference Of Falling And Flying

Chapter One.

I let out a long sigh as I take my usual seat in the usual, old, beat down bar.

"The usual Ci?" Anne, the barmaid asks.

"You got it." As she's working I take her in. She's in her late forties, wearing the dull white and blue uniform, with a crimsom red lipstick staining her lips and teeth.

"Here you go." She hands me the drink and I pull it closer towards me.

I mumble a quick thank you and go to pull out some money.

"It's on the house, you seem...depressed. What's wrong chick?"

I let out a small depressed laugh.

"Everything and Anything. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine and you know it." She gives me a questioning look but leaves the subject. "Well I've got to go and refill the taps, watch on the bar for me." I nod my head in her direction and swirl the drink in my hand.

"Excuse me, but did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" A light and subtle British voice asked. I rolled my eyes.

"No. However I did scrape my knee escaping from hell." I replied with half honesty and half sarcasm, but he wouldn't know that.

"So that's why your wings are black." My eyes widened and I turned to look at the person. He was of Average hight, possibly a little over. He had pure brown eyes and mousey brown hair which was swept across his forhead just above his eyebrows. But the thing that stood out the most for me was his damned white wings.

"Did the big guy send you? Cause I'm not in the mood for games." I say looking more interested in my drink rather than him.

"What? Angels aren't allowed a small break from heaven to get a drink?" He asks with a boyish smirk.

"Actually they're not." He takes the seat next to me just as Anne walks back out.

"Oh, hi! What can I get for you?"

"Tom Collins, Please."

Anne hurries off to make his drink.

"I've never seen you before." I state taking a sip of my drink.

"Don't feel too bad, not many people do. That's what I like Earth, I can be hidden in plain sight. "

"To be hidden in plain sight is not to approach a fallen." He let out a laugh.

"Every child wants to touch the masterpieces at museum even after being told not too." It was my turn to laugh.

"So you want too touch me?" I said with a wink.

"It wouldn't be crime to say so." Before we could talk anymore, the room went still. Silent. Time had stopped. That only means one thing.

Gabriel.

"Tabbris, come along you are missing your redemption classes."

Tabbris...I know that name.

He let out a sigh. "I need a damn drink before you start enlightenment on my arse." I let out a loud laugh.

"Leave him be Gabriel, he's smart."

"I should have known you were here. The stench of Betrayal and a dash of formaldehyde is your signature fragrance."

I looked him in the eyes.

"I did what I needed to do. My...subject did not belong here. It's clear that it was heaven calling her name. Not darkness."

Tabbris coughed."Well nice catching up you two. 'Spose I better be off to be enlightened and all that."

He took two steps towards Gabriel.

"But not without your name." He turned too me. I opened my mouth but Gabriel cut me off.

"Her name is Ciera. You will not be seeing her again. " Tabbris' eyes lit with amusement.

"A french name? Well, Je te vois plus tard Ciera, j'envoie mon amour."

"I'll see you later Princess, I send my love."

"À plus."

"Until then."