Losing Faith

She watched him and as giddy as a child on Christmas morning, she was already holding her fork. Food seemed so small to other people but when you were constantly on the run from both sides, stopping to eat was not a luxury. Sighing, she only smiled towards him when he questioned her about him doing something hilarious. Laughter, another luxury she missed. This was quite an awkward morning...first she had been threatened now she was being housed and fed by the very same man.

"You are one of a kind, Zefiel." She only commented before digging into her food. "I wonder if you are like this all the time..."

"Coffee is perfect."

She managed to say once she got past the initial point of hunger. Her eggs had been devoured in less than a minute and she was already to work on her steak. She stopped when she saw him watching her with some amusement when he had questioned her on a drink. There was a moment where she only chuckled and wiped her mouth with the napkin.

"I should stay around. Forgive my manners, its been perhaps forever since a regular meal. About earlier, Im sorry I was hostile. In my line of work and how its been lately, I have to come be that way, it saves my life every time."

She pulled the cup to her lips as the aroma from the coffee was much needed. Sighing, she sipped the hot liquid and felt it burn its way down her throat. The eggs that were placed on her plate were stared at before she cut into another one. She listened to him as he said something about his ear...

"You had your ear bit off? Let me guess, you decided to screw with one of the gargoyles?" Israel only perked her slender brow. "That is why you should let bounty hunters deal with them..."

Israel just shook her head and smiled sympathetically. There was nothing more for her when she battled up to four to five demons at a time because she was out on a bounty hunt. Her telegrams came in private and she chose whether or not to accept them and this way she could remain anonymous without endangering her own life.

"What kind of demon?" She questioned. Finishing her food, she picked up her plate and placed it into the sink. She turned on the water and was going to attempt to do the dishes. She was in tune to human chores. "Its weird they would bite off an ear. I have never heard of that but then again, there is a first time for everything."

"Well, I suppose that makes my job easier."

Smiling somewhat, she finished the rest of the dishes and started to drain the water. There was nothing else that could be washed but probably retiring now would be a good idea. Instead of doing just that, she dried off her hands and walked over to where her coffee mug was sitting and sipped from it. It had lost its heat but it was warm enough, who was she to complain.

"Why are you now just offering sanctuary to people such as me and Canaan?"

"Even though I have caused more trouble for you than most." She thought the notion was entertaining.

Looking back at him, she finished her coffee and poured herself another glass of the black pot. Setting it back down, she rose the glass to her lips again and blew against the hot fresh one she poured. Looking up at him, she only studied him carefully and then nodded when he answered her questions. "How funny. I would have thought Raphael would have offered me some kind of sanctuary. Or does he still feel I am an evil reincarnation of my mother?"

She stopped there and watched him with a sultry look as he made an advance on her. When he heated her coffee, she looked back down and took a sip, and smiled. Without saying anything, she came closer to him until her body was next to his, barely brushing against. She stood up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his before backing off and smiling slightly. "Thanks for breakfast."

Turning away, she walked slowly out of the kitchen.

Israel was only smiling when she walked down the hallway towards the room that had been prepared for her. It was bold enough what she had done, kissing an Archangel when she perfectly well knew it was against their codes. The half-breeds of the city were given an oath and were expected to follow it. And this, being her city as well. This was definitely going to make things more complicated in her life now. Was there something there? She thought about Canaan and needed his advice. He was one of the people she relied on when she had no one else to turn to.

"What am I going to do with you Z?"

Israel was honestly dead tired, but the knock on her door was not enough to keep her stationed in her bed. Getting out from underneath the massive set of comforters, she pushed them aside and walked around the bed. When she reached the door, she opened it slightly and placed her head against the frame of the door. She opened it wider as she watched Zefiel's mumbling self. "Hey stranger, whats on your mind?"

Moving out of the way, she watched him carefully. He looked like something was on his mind but he didn't know what to do or say. Well, most men were like that so being unsurprised by this was something usual for Israel. She walked deeper into the room and smiled as she looked around. "What's on your mind?"

She watched him with an innate curiosity as he spoke but just remained silent when he did. She already knew what he was about to say, it had finally taken him this long to say it. With a small smile, Israel sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke once. "Finally, you start seeing things my way."