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Clark gripped the arch-frame, her hands were shaking a little (She swore at herself under her breath. No time for fear!)     So...She stood tall, clenched her hands into fists, her precious innocent child now stood before a man, who had no intention of ever treating their offspring as a person.     Ethan was stock, property.     In Lucian's eyes, Ethan was to be used as he saw fit.

Her charming, arrogant lover would "play" a part (Play being the key word here)....Try to gain Ethan's interest.   Maybe even suggest a compromise of some kind, strike a deal.   Perhaps offer some much needed information?  Lucian had information, about Others - What it was like to be one (Their needs, wants, likes and utter hates)      Ethan had questions. Questions that should have filled by her.

Clark reached behind her back - Her cold hard steel Winchester rifle. It was still hanging on her back, slightly to the side - Within easy reach.     A shot at Lucian would do nothing to him, being an Archangel made him smarter than that. The evil man that he was, would hear the shooting bullet, and some how deflect it. She watched Ethan and I, hands clenching (Fists going tight, knuckles stinging) She wanted to help us, but knew we had to step forward to this fight.

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Pixie slowly turned in her bed. She felt warm, safe. Her small hands touched the soft blanket covering her (It was just her size, light...Smelled faintly of rose petals) She slowly sat up, pulled the blanket close to her - Hugged it tight. She was flooded with comfort. Mamma had come for her, she had said she would. Pixie suddenly looked around the room, eyes were looking at her. Fear ripped through her, when a misty hand touched her arm - Picked her up!

She clung to her blanket (Wiggled a second, went limp) The ghost babies had sent people to drag her back to the heavens. She put a small hand to eyes, she could move. Her voice was now lost in her chest, where her heart was beating way too fast. The servant tried to reassure her, kept smiling. Gently held her close, Bell was setting up a breakfast for the children. She was the last to be fetched.

The boys were already seated in their chairs, it had been noted the one called "Leader" was going to be a handful! The other boy "Reef" already intrigued all the spirit servants. He was seen to be what heaven held in the afterlife. Or maybe....Someone one would meet, in times of trouble. The servants were very much keen to know of the three.

All attention went straight to the small fairy as she entered the kitchen, it was quickly decided, Pixie wouldn't be sitting in a chair - She was too small. Bell smiled the minute she saw Pixie's face.

"Hand her here! I will sit with her..." Bell sat Pixie on her lap, gently pulled the blanket from her face..."You are the smallest girl! And just so sweet. We won't tell EB she has competition! (A few servants chuckled, some came closer to the table) Now, let's have a juice. Maybe only a cup of the apple sauce!.."

Pixie sat staring at Bell, she didn't blink or dare to look away. She opened her mouth, took each mouthful. But, every so often stole peeps quickly around the room. Only dared a glance at Leader and Reef. Leader devoured three small bowls of cereal, two small cups of juice. Reef ate toast. Drank two small cups of milk. They had slept well, loved their beds. Had found bears at the ends of their cots. The toy bears had proven to be friendly creatures, so the two boys had allowed the toys to be friends!

A small wash was given to each child, they were dressed in comfortable clothes suited to who they were, Benton was the next to be in the kitchen area - And, found Reef standing on the table.   All the spirit servants had grouped around him. They were watching him, he truly was an angel (They were admiring his fluttering white wings. White : The purity and innocence of a child)