“My kind. We like company, people to talk to and entertain. We don’t get to interact with many intelligent creatures. The humans don’t treat us like normal people.” He stopped in front of a tombstone, pulling an ivory feather out of his wing and setting it on the ground next to several gold feathers that sat in front of the tall marble block. S.E. were the only letters carved in the stone.

“I’m a jeweler. I take the feathers that turn to gold and make jewelry out of them, selling them to stores. It makes good money.” Abel stepped back onto the pavement and walked the rest of the way home silently.

He unlocked the door and walked in without closing it. “Close the door on your way in please.” He went to the spare room, grabbed a pair of women’s black slacks and a red blouse. Reentering the main room he set the clothes on the couch and pointed to the room he just left. “That one’s yours if you want it.”

He left the room, quietly heading for him room, he grabbed clean clothes out of his dresser, and took a shower. Once he was clean he went to find Samantha. “Sam?” He asked the dark rooms, looking for her.

Samantha closed the door and looked at the clothes. "I guess its the latest style." She murmured with a light smile. She took the clothes and went to the room she was given. Changing quickly before wandering down the house looking around. IT didn't take long for her to hear her name. Sighing she turned where she was and walked out of the room she was in. "Over here Mr...er Abel." She said correcting herself. "Sorry didn't mean to wander off." She stated simply.

“That’s fine, explore as much as you want. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I would normally just have waited in the living room but, well, there’re bound to be more demons looking for me since I just killed one. Um, also the kitchen is tiny so we have to limit to one person. Do you need any food?” He went to the kitchen, leaving her to do what she wanted. He turned on the light and picked up a bowl off the floor, filled it with cat food and set it back down.

“Um. Are there any questions you want to ask about the state of the world or do you want me to pull up a website for you to read?” Abel called from the small kitchen hoping she would hear him.

Samantha was a bit lost with everything but sighed none the less. She walked to the kitchen standing outside it so she didn't crowed him. "Why is everyone so angry?" She asked before yawning and stretching out some. "And how bad is the war?" Questions slowly filled her mind for her to ask. "How quickly can the demons find you? What kinds are there?" She continued to ask. Before long she thought of one that related to the human word. "What kind of weapons have the humans come up with to kill each other with lately?"

He turned around and stopped short almost running into her. “Oh, you’re right here! Sorry about that.”

Abel sighed, sitting on the counter, he held his head to keep it from spinning off as he tried to answer the questions. “Um. Everyone’s angry because… Well, I can’t answer that. I try my best to stay away from angry people. Let’s see, the war is bad enough that it is five hundred years old. The demons can find me only as fast as their leader lets them. He’s probably getting his big baddies out to come for me. And I don’t know how many kinds but I can tell you the few that I know. Now, there are the plain demons. The plain demons are the kind that can fall in love with my kind, they’re not that bad. I’ll take you to one. There’re Warrior Demons they’re the kind that the King will probably send after me tonight. There’re Messengers, that’s what attacked today. And also there’re the Nobles. They help the King control his dimension. “ He looked directly at her. “There’s also Demons of Earth. They are noble and trustworthy but just look like demons. Do not kill them please.”

“As for the humans, they’ve created things like guns and bombs and the like.” He got up and grabbed a box of crackers offering them to her.

"I don't kill things Abel I'm a guardien angel, not a death angel. I act more like a shield then a sword." Samantha said with a nod. She wasn't angry or anything she just used the moment ot make a minor correction. "Thank you." She added before taking the crackers and munching on some. "So there are good demons just like there are bad angels I got it." She said with a nod.

“Sorry, yes, I sort of knew that. Um, there’s a bathroom just down the hall from your room that you can use since no one else does. I have lots of food, so if you want anything just get it because this house is open to you. If you decide to live here then I’ll get you a key, if you need it.”

Abel started cleaning the dishes, thinking of anything else she might need to know. “Ah! Okay. Come with me please.” He went to a drawer and dug around in it until he found a small silver key. “There’s another room upstairs that you might like better. I almost forgot it was there. It belonged to my daughter. My first wife lived in Italy as you know, but about two hundred years ago I married another woman and we had a daughter. She was the one I told you about.” He went to a door at the end of the hall and unlocked it with the tiny key. Walking up the stairs he came to what looked like another whole house, smaller than the one down below but big enough for one person.

The style hadn’t changed much from what it was when his daughter had died, it gave to effect of stepping two hundred years into the past. The only changes he had made were updated plumbing and electricity. The furniture was all white and dark wood. There was a fireplace made of cream marble, and all the extra stuff was gold and cream. “Everything’s Colonial-vintage antiques.”

"The bedroom's in through there, and the bathroom is attached." He told her pointing to a closed door.

Samantha didn't say much she just smiled at Abel. "Wow...now this, this brings me back." She whispered. Looking around she brought her attention back to Abel. "Do you mind if I use this room? I wouldn't want to intrude." She said softly. Though unknowingly she was starting to wander around the room and look at things.

Everything was so beautiful, so victorian looking. So gorgeous, and dusty. Her htoughts were going around in circles as she continued to look around.

"Of course. That's why I brougt you up here. It needs cleaned, but I figured it'd be more familiar to you. The lights are eletric of course, there's plumbing so you can shower and stuff, but I moved the gas stove from downstairs and put it up here." Abel watched her, glad that he'd thought of bringing her up here.

"We'll move the clothes from downstairs up here in the morning. My sister will just have to bring new clothes over later, you need her's." He went to the losed bedroom door and unloked it, giving her time to say anything that she might want to.

After unlocking the door, he went back to the top of the stairs. "Let me know if you need anything. Anything."

"Thank you. Oh I don't want to take someone's clothes without their protition. But thank you." She looked around and smiled. "I'll clean it up no problem. You know you don't have to take care of me. Its supposed to bet he other way around." She said with a smile. "Thanks though." Samantha nodded when he told her to ask about anything. "Just one thing, where would i find cleaning supplies, and rags?"

"Oh, those clothes are too small for her now. They were just emergency clothes for if something happened and she needed to stay here for a while." Abel not quite knowing how to respond to her second statement went to the sink and tested the faucet to see if the water still worked, plugged the fridge in and other various lights as he thought of how he wanted to word it.

"I know I don't have to, but I like taking care of people. I was a doctor once, I loved it, but it was too hard to hide my wings for that many hours when I got tired." He went downstairs and drug up everything he had for cleaning.

Setting the last bucket on the upstairs kitchen floor, he looked around the room. "I'll start moving furniture and stuff away from the walls if you'll start getting all the fabrics off of everything so they can be washed. I think my ribs have healed enough for that."

"Ahh. I learn something new everyday." Samantha said as she listened to him. Once the cleaning supplies was up she smiled and nodded. "Alright then. Just don't rehurt yourself. I would be very upset if you did that." She stated as she started to remove different types of fabrics and slowly started to pile them up on a lone spot on the floor. She hummed lightly as she worked just sort of keeping her feet moving.

Abel straightened up and stretched, his back popping pleasently from being bent over too long. His breathing was heavy and his side ached as if his ribs were broken again.It wasn't anything he needed to worry about, it was just residual pain, but he still had to press on them to relieve the pain.

"Okay. Is that all of it?" He huffed, pointing to the pile of fabric on the floor. "If it is then we need to carry it all downstairs. Unfortunately there isn't a washer or dryer up here." He grabbed what he could of the pile and put it in a basket, the muscles of his back tightening back up pratically screaming at him 'Why'd you bend back over?! You just stood back up!'

Samantha smiled simply. "Yep thats all of them." She walked over and picked up a large group of them. Nearly three quarters of the pile. "Thats alright I don't really mind." She stated as she started down stairs. Unfortunatly near the bottom one of the fabrics fell making her slide down the rest of the stairs. Laughing at herself Samantha took a minute to gather up the fabrics before standing up. Although the fall made a loud sound, and looked painful she didn't really feel it. "Oh boy that was fun." She said with a smile.

Abel smiled and sarstically told her "Nice. That was real graceful." From the top of the stairs. He carfully picked his way down the stairs and went to the laundry room to sort the fabrics into piles. Once that was done he turned on the washer, fixed the settings and put the first out of three loads in the washer.

"Let's go clean the walls and floors while this finishes." E exited the room, went upstairs, grabbed a bucket, filled it with water and cleaning fluid,and got to cleaning. He cleaned the walls, floor and the light fixtures, stopping now and again to check on the stuff in the wash.

When he finished in the main part of that level he moved on to the bedroom and the bathroom, leaving no cobweb undusted and no marks unscrubbed. He finished the last wall in the level and turned to Sam. "What do you want to do next?"

Sam was trying to keep up with Abel's cleaning but he was seriously faster than she would of expected. "Um...how about we get a glass of tea, or water, or something." She said sitting down carefully but obviously starting to get worn out. She wasn't very good at keeping up with the human body's needs. She moved her hair out of her face and smiled some. "Thanks for helping clean up though I think your doing most the work" she pointed out with a slight laugh.

“Sorry,I get a little out of control when it comes to cleaning. Yeah. Let me go see what I have.” Abel went down stairs and grabbed a few bottles of water, made a pitcher of tea, and grabbed the apple juice. He checked the clothes in the dryer and pulled them out. He put them into a basket and going to the kitchen put the bottles and pitcher in the basket as well.

He went back upstairs putting the basket on the floor in front of the couch to fold while they rested and set the pitchers and bottles on the counter. He grabbed two glasses from the cabinet poured himself a glass of apple juice and turned to her. “What do you want? Tea, water, or apple juice?”

"Um Tea please. thanks. What do you do for fun?" Samantha asked with a smile. She waited simply and quietly getting herself a glass of tea so he wouldn't have to. "I find it very defficult to believe you do work all the time."

Abel sat down and laughed “I sleep. I usually don’t get much of a chance to sleep. During the day I have about a three hour window to get the things I can’t do at night done. Then at night I’m usually seeing clients and making the jewelry for my clients. Would you like to help me tomorrow? I have about…” He stopped to count the number of cream feathers in his wings. “Um, if these are the only ones then I’d guess ten necklaces to make. By myself it takes several hours to make one.” He reached down and grabbed the curtains, moving to the windows and hanging them up. He returned to the couch and sat down, picking up his cup and drinking from it.

"Sure as long as I can be helpful. Though I have to admit I've shot guns, helped the mob, fought off death angels, taken a hit or two from bombs, spied on Hitler, helped solve murders, played cupid, gave guidence, I once impersonated a nun, and...." Samantha stopped as she thought about the last one. Hesitating she shook her hand. "And thats it. So Making necklaces should be a nice change." She said with a slight smiled as she drank from her glass and looked at him. "So when your feathers turn gold you pluck them?" She asked shivering slgihtly. "I was once told I should pull the red out of my wings, everyone said it made me look like I was bleeding but I think it makes me look unique."

Abel smiled wickedly. “I’ve done things that’d curl your toes. Things that people shouldn’t normally be able to do. Things that I wouldn't normally have done.”

He played absently played with one of the odd colored ones. gladly going with her subject. “Yes I pluck them. I can’t fly otherwise. I get all bogged down. I can pluck them now and they’d still change but it bleeds less if I wait for them to turn gold.” He leaned over and gently grabbing a red feather he held it leaning close to look at the color. “I think your wings look fine, they have a different color than blood. Trust me, I’ve seen enough blood in my life to know the difference. Your red has a richer quality, it’s deeper and, in my opinion, better. I suppose to a person who doesn’t see it every day it would look like blood. But it’s hard for me to see it.” He smirked at her as he realized that the feather that he’d played with earlier was a different color than the normal Going-to-be-gold ones usually were, meaning it had a different quality.

“Oh, wait can I do something? It won’t hurt or involve anything more than a feather. It’ll change your appearance for all of two minutes at the most. And I’m only doing this now because I’ll forget about it later and I want to see.”

Samantha sighed and looked at Abel. "Well at least it doesn't look like blood to everyone." She stated then she looked at him with a raised eyebrow but shrugged. "Sure knock yourself out. I'm sure I'll live." she said as if slightly bored however she was also giving protmition for what ever. 'I've got to put down a rule on how close people are aloud to lean in towards me.' She thought to herself with a slightly distracted look.

He reached for the feather of his that he’d been playing with earlier and plucked it. It immediately turned silver and he touched it to her skin, causing silver swirls like his gold ones to spread out from where the feather touched her. “I wouldn’t normally have done it but I wanted to see what you’d look like as an Angel of Earth.” He told her apologetically. It had turned the grey parts of her wings white and the red parts silver, her blues eyes were brighter and the pupil turned iridescent. “Not as good as your normal appearance but stunning still. You’d make a good jeweler. Jewelers are the only one that have feathers that turn to metal. Anyway, sorry, I’m rambling.” He took the feather away and she looked normal again.

“Here, you can have it. That one’s a rare one. Normally the ones like that are one time only and the effects last beyond touch. I can’t make anything out of it because if I melt it down the person who wears the resulting charm will show as one of my kind.” He picked up the blankets out of the basket and started folding them, his ears perking up at an urgent knocking on his front door.

"Thank you." Samantha said taking the feather it was kind of an odd gift but she liked it none the less. "I'll put it some where safe then. Don't want to loose it." She stated before hearing the door. "Can I see who's at the door before you answer it?" She asked more as a skeptical question figuring he'd say no. It struck her earlier he didn't get the whole guardian angel thing. So she had pretty much stopped trying so hard.

Looking around she held up her hand and lightly pressed the feather onto a small chain she wore around her neck and it molded to it lightly. "Ha now I can't lose it." She stated simply with a confadent smile. She headed down stiars to see what would happen and if anything to open the door.

He sat on the couch a moment trying to remember what was at the door then realized that she was talking about the nocking the he’d been ignoring.

Abel ran full bore down the stairs grabbing one of her arms as he stumbled off the bottom stair, making sure not to squeeze too hard. “No! Don’t open that! I already know who it is! They can’t get in unless you open the door!” He knew when he’d heard the footsteps outside that it was the Warriors coming for him. He had no intention of fighting them tonight; he didn’t have the energy left.

“I’m not going to deal with them tonight. If they need me they can come tomorrow during daylight when they’re weakest.” He let go of her arm and stepped back. “Sorry, I panicked.” He was flushed almost blushing, the gold stood out brightly against the red of his skin; he didn’t often lose his usual calm manner but was always embarrassed when he did.