Angelfall: Parts 1 to 5 (11 page)

She dropped her head as her spirit left her body.

Adonari’s tears dropped in her eyes thou Angels had no need to cry. It was over.

Did it work? Adonari thought as he gently laid Angela’s body down from his lap and looked up to heaven. He didn’t hear nor see her glorified body. Where was Cyrenee? He thought as he continued to stare into heaven searching for an answer.

He was sure The Almighty would not have sent him to Angela for this. He bent down and looked in her comatose eyes searching for an answer. He found none.

Adonari reached out to touch her again. “Don’t touch Angela,” said a voice behind him. Adonari turned around.

“You are too glorified to touch the dead. Besides, Angela is no more,” said Cyrenee as she grinned at Adonari. She was splendid to look at and she too was now a Seraphim with larger wings. Adonari stood up as Cyrenee ran to him. They embraced for what seemed an eternity. He drew back.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“I know,” she said with a grin.

“You know we have a job to do. Right?” said Adonari.

“I know. We have to help Vander,” said Cyrenee. The chasing vampires were nowhere in sight.

“There is a place in the Grand Canyon where I think he is unless they are gone now. As a vampire I never journeyed there before. I didn’t even know about it, but they blinded me when they ambushed Band 35 and took me there,” said Adonari.

“I know where it is. Vander took me there one time,” said Cyrenee.

“Oh really?” said Adonari.

“No, nothing like that. It was when you were off on one of your vampire adventures in the Seychelles or someplace like that,” said Cyrenee. Adonari smiled.

“Ok, ok. No time for jealousy,” he said with a smile.

“Follow me,” said Cyrenee. Adonari complied. They shot to a high altitude like the Concord.

“There are three ways to the network. The first is through Vampirol’s headquarters, second through the Grand Canyon, and third through Manhattan. The #4 line subway tunnel at Wall Street station is the entry point.

“Vander will most likely be at that stop hanging out,” said Cyrenee. It was about 3 am. Three hours ‘til the break of dawn.

They didn’t have much time.

“Watch out for vampires in the subway,” said Cyrenee. “Manhattan’s got lots of them,” she said.

They descended into the glowing lights of the city that never sleeps and pitched on the boardwalk on the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Where to now?” said Vander.

“It is best if we fly to the Borough Hall Station in Brooklyn and take the #4 or #5 train heading for the Wall Street Station,” she said. “Follow me.” Adonari complied as they took flight.

They landed at the Borough Hall Station.

“We won’t get anything accomplished looking like this,” said Adonari.

“True,” said Cyrenee.

Adonari lifted up his hands and instantly transformed into a Wall Street executive with a dark-blue suit, Gucci tie and an Aston leather briefcase along with a pair of sleek squared eyeglasses. His auburn hair was combed to the side in one groove.

“Nice touch,” said Cyrenee. “You look quite handsome indeed. Well, every executive has got to have a hot babe by his side. Right?” she said as she raised her hands and turned into an elegant J-Lo type beauty. She wore a designer business dress suit and matching earrings.

“I think your shoes are off,” said Adonari.

“Really?” she said looking at her feet.

“Just kidding. You look great,” he said as she flashed a winning smile showing her pretty rows of teeth.

“Mmmm,” she said as she rubbed her tongue across her upper row of teeth. “Much nicer than fangs.”

They darted down the steps of the Borough Hall Station. She wobbled in her Jessica Simpson stilettos as he clutched his briefcase. They swiped their metro cards and passed through the turnstile.

It was now 3:45 AM and not a soul was in the station except a vagabond. He stood on the platform near a column trying to catch a fly that didn’t exist. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

A train flew past on the opposite tracks heading deeper into Brooklyn. That train was virtually empty.

Within moments, their train arrived flying past where they stood on the platform.  It screeched to a halt. The doors opened and Adonari and Cyrenee stepped inside.

The train car was empty except for a young girl in a flowery Victorian dress who sat by herself at the far end of the car eating a lollipop.

She didn’t even smile. She sang a song to herself as they walked inside. They could hardly hear her.

“London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down-”

She stopped as the train doors closed and pulled out of the station.

Adonari and Cyrenee sat down.

The little girl’s voice vanished and in a loud deep dark demonic tone the girl finished her song.

“My fair lady.” The little girl launched her vampire fangs towards Cyrenee’s neck. Cyrenee brushed the little girl off. When Cyrenee touched her, the vampire darling felt a burn and withdrew.

Before the vampire could mount another challenge, Adonari picked her up and slammed her against the train window.

The train’s underground disco lights flashed ferociously as the train headed deeper under the river channel. The fight reached a fever pitch as the train reached the Bowling Green Station in Manhattan. When the doors opened, the vampire girl flew out of the doors in search of gentler victims.

“Are you okay?” said Adonari brushing his suit of the vampire venom.

“Yes. I’m okay,” Cyrenee said. “I’m sure more are on the late night train in search of free meals,” said Cyrenee.

The train door opened and picked up no one or so they thought. As the train doors closed and slowly pulled away from Bowling Green, the train’s lights flickered again. Three men in long black cloaks walked in between the train cars into Adonari’s car.

They walked towards Adonari and Cyrenee who were seated. Adonari glimpsed in between the flashing light that it was Vander and two vampires named Volen and Eduardo.

He indeed had found Vander as The Almighty had promised. Adonari and Cyrenee looked at each other then at Vander. Their vampire fangs were hidden.

They stood in front of Adonari and Cyrenee.

“Good evening,” said Vander to them with a shout. The business people nodded. Adonari clutched his briefcase close to his waist as Cyrenee held Adonari arm.

“You know it’s not too safe for decent folks like you to be on this lonely train at Four Thirty in the morning,” continued Vander in a shout.

“We got stuck at an event trying to get home,” shouted Cyrenee.

Eduardo reached out and stroked Cyrenee’s hair. He felt a burn and drew back his hand.

The train pulled into Wall Street Station and came to a stop and the doors opened. Vander and his friend jumped back.

Adonari and Cyrenee jumped up.

“This is our stop,” she said to them as she and Adonari put up their hands and transformed into their Angelic frames.

“Victor,” shouted Vander.

“I’ve come for you,” said Adonari.

Vander and his friends darted out of the train doors.

“Come on,” said Adonari. He grabbed Cyrenee’s hand and flew through the train doors before they closed.

They stood in The Wall Street Station. It was eerily empty with only a newspaper Vendor in a small booth near the exit.

“Where did he go?” said Cyrenee.

“Not sure. Perhaps to get reinforcement,” he said as he glanced around the station.

Vander flew into the empty tunnel towards a door that led to Lucifer’s underground kingdom.

“This way,” said Cyrenee as she flew up in the air and headed for the same tunnel. Adonari followed her closely.

Vander’s friends had left him. He pitched in the tunnel in the column space between the Northbound and Southbound tracks.

Adonari & Cyrenee who flew in the tunnel, stayed at the top as a train zoomed below them. Cyrenee pitched in front of Vander. Adonari pitched behind her. Vander and Adonari walked towards her. They met where she was in the middle.

“What do you want Victor? Oh sorry, Adonari,” said Vander as he stared at the strange Angel next to Adonari.

“Didn’t you make up your mind and go your way?” said Vander.

“I did. I was on my way to heaven but I couldn’t leave you behind,” said Vander.

“I told you I am happy. Can’t you see?” 

Trains running in opposite directions flew past them sandwiching them in the center.

“I can, see Zorona not Vander,” said Adonari. Cyrenee ran and hugged Vander and he did not feel a burn.

“Who is this?” said Vander.

“It’s Angela, Zorona, Angela. She has been redeemed too,” said Adonari. Another train blew past them.

Vander hugged her back.

“We need to talk but not here,” said Vander.

Let’s get out of here,” he said and Adonari and Cyrenee followed him.

Vander, Cyrenee and Adonari flew through the tunnel and onto the Wall Street Station platform.  They walked towards the exit.

 It was a good thing the station was virtually empty. Dawn was near.

Adonari and Cyrenee put their hands in the air and transformed into a lovely Chinese couple as they walked out of the station.

“Follow me,” said Vander. They followed him past Armand’s Deli’s to a small alley off West Wall Street. When they reached Vander began.

“Look-”

“Vander, wait. We can’t stay here. You’re going to have to give up your body of sin if you want to be redeemed,” said Adonari. 

“You’re kidding right?” said Vander looking into Cyrenee’s eyes for confront.

“It’s true, we all had to die too,” said Cyrenee. Vander hung his head.

Adonari and Cyrenee put up their hands and transformed back to angels. A vagabond wandered into the alley where they were.

Adonari and the clan watched him. He dragged his feet along and stumbled over his torn and tattered white Nike’s shoelaces although the Nike swish symbol was no longer visible. It had worn away from the long line of vagabonds who previously occupied them.

He clutched the now empty flask rum bottle as he finally made his way back on his feet. 

“Ahh,” he said as he looked at the empty bottle. He threw it away.

Cyrenee looked at Adonari.

“I know. That was the bum in the Borough Hall Station who tried to catch flies,” said Adonari.

“Is he yours or ours,” said Adonari looking at Vander.

“I’m sure we will find out,” said Adonari.

The vagabond came closer.

“Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,” sang the vagabond. He hiccupped and belched louder than the clamor of the city’s morning.