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Guardian	By : potterific789 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter One- House of Wolves
She had always liked the view from up there, perched from a tree watching the wolves. She had smelled them from yards away. Zoos were disgusting places, filled with pathetic excuses for beasts that the humans had tamed. Her nose flared instinctively as one of the wolfs looked towards Morana.
Morana glared, her eyes flashing a glimpse of red. But the wolf still watched her, ears perked at attention. This wolf was different from the others, something familiar. Could it possibly…His eyes flashed right back at her and it almost looked like he was smiling, a strange thing to see a smirk on a beast. A beast that she swore she knew.
Easily, she lost her perch on the sturdy branch and glided to the ground in a crouched position and jumped to the top of the stone wall. It couldn’t possibly be him. She had mourned him, thought him dead for months now. But she knew it must be him: Robert. She was the only one he let call him Robert and get away with it.
Those eyes could only be his and he was calmly watching as the others began to notice her presence. He was still smirking, that emotion she had once loved. It had to be him. She winked at him as the other wolves closed in on the wall, a few feet below her. This would be easy enough. And not a guard in sight. Easy like a coloring book.
With the grace of a dancer, she glided into the pen and before her eyes he began to change. How could she have ever doubted it to be anyone else? Changing had never been a challenge for him, even without the moon. Naked as the day he was born he stood there before her, his eyes aglow with that old flame she knew so well. And the wolves began to circle them: eager for fresh meat.
“Just like old times, huh?” Morana said slyly, crouching forward to prepare for an easy victory.
“More or less. I would say I wasn’t naked then but…”
As if they had never gone away, right where they left off. Then again minus the angry wolves. “Yeah, just like old times.”
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Mikey hated parties. Hated them with a passion. But they had said she was there and the girl wouldn’t be far away. He stayed in the corner, far away from the crowd watching them: the creatures who called themselves humans. He adjusted his glasses before moving on. He would have to remember to curse her f or this later.
Gritting his teeth, he made his way past the others and honed in his senses on the fallen angel. He knew she was there as her aura was strong. Ella Sanders was nearby and she knew where the girl was, the one who saw the future.
“Ella.” He said when he saw her by the door. She was calmly watching him as if nothing was going on. The lights flashed on her shadowed face as her eyes swiveled to his and he knew there was no escape now. When Ella saw someone, she never forgot them.
“Michael?”
“Mikey, please just call me Mikey.” He said as he reached her, trying to ignore the people jostling past them. “And you’re Ella. Where’s the girl? The Oracle..”
“She’s here and she’s safe.” She smiled again in reassurance. “Did you think I would allow any harm to come to her? It would only make my job worse. And well yours would be..”
“Suicidal. It’s all suicidal.” He muttered, having heard many stories of this girl. Of the things she had seen, the secrets of their very existence. And he knew that many others wanted her dead.
“That’s what living is.” Ella answered, having overheard him. “Come on. She’s waiting right back here. Just nothing sudden, all right? She’s been through hell to get here.”
“Do I look like I’m sudden to you?” Mikey said and Ella smiled despite herself. She took him gently by the shoulder and steered him away from the crowd and in one of the back rooms.
“We’ve never seen a fairy like this. She’s had visions for years now. They’ve always come true, every single one. And there’s one of us: one of our people. Of everyone.” Ella said, just as calmly as she had before, opening the door quietly. “She knows who you are and what you’re here for. I’m here if you need me.”
Mikey shrugged, looking around to see the girl sitting calmly in a chair, a far off look in her brown eyes. She wasn’t as small as he would have thought. Wise eyes in a strange face, pretty but not beautiful. He couldn’t seem to place her age anywhere but there was something familiar about her. But he didn’t know how.
“So you’re the one they sent,” she said, smiling a little as she looked at him, a strange younger looking man whose wings were hidden as his glasses were dominant. “You’re an angel, aren’t you?”
Somehow she had known, unless Ella had told her. He looked at Ella again, a fallen angel tainted by the world that he had known for years. Had she told the girl anything? Ella had always been one for dramatic suspense, cleverly leaving out things to see who was paying attention.
“What’s your name? If I’m to be helping protect you, I’m sure we should know each other. Shouldn’t we?” Mikey said, carefully. Her eyes were afraid but her face showed the normal pleasantries of a regular introduction of any kind. He was grateful he didn’t already hate her.
“Aurora and your name is Michael but you’d rather be called Mikey. And you’re a guardian angel, MY guardian angel.” She nodded, still smiling.
“You told her that, didn’t you?” Mikey was looking at Ella again who had a familiar smirk on her pale face.
“Bet you can’t figure out her age now, can you?”
“21.” She quickly said, proud of that fact. But having been so many hidden places, protected all her life: she had much to learn and experience and longed to see it all.
“And she knows our fate?”
“More than that, Mikey, we have to go or they’ll find our path soon. They’ll catch up to us. You go on. I’ll clean up our tracks.” Ella said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I have someone to find.”
“Be careful.”
“Me? Never.” She teased before winking at him and gliding back through the door as if she had never been there in the first place.
“Guess it’s just you and me, kid. Come on then. Let’s get a move on.” Mikey said as the strange girl stood up, showing how small she was, her red hair bright even in the dim light.
“Where are we going?” She asked, starting to look worried though still shaken from before. “They’ve found me everywhere I go.”
“Some place safe. I know a friend who knows a friend.” He began to guide her gently to where Ella had just gone. “You don’t happen to know how to use a gun, do you?”
“You’d be surprised,” she said, eyebrow raised as she followed him. “This was going to be a hell of a bumpy ride.

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It was dark, wet and cold. Ava still didn’t know where exactly she was, only that Aurora was gone and someone had attacked her. This was definitely not the woods or the stream she loved so much. She knew she would not survive here long, not when she was away from her world.
“Hello?” She began to move, feeling her way along the stony walls. Cold, she hated the cold. She wanted the warmth again, the glow of the sun on her exposed back. She shivered again, knowing her regular airy clothes were not enough for such a place. “Where am I? Hello? Is anyone here who can help me?”
“You know where she is.”
A silky voice floated in the darkness, its owner remaining hidden somewhere in the room. Ava jumped, another shiver coursing through her spine. She hadn’t heard this voice before her and it scared her even more than the strange place around her.
“Who? Who are you talking about?” Ava quickly said, her voice strained with fear. Of course she knew who he was talking about. Why else would she be there? “Please, I don’t know where I am.”
“You know.” He was close now, so close she could almost feel him breathing. “That’s why you’re here. Don’t lie to me, girl.” He hissed in her ear and she shouted in alarm.
“I only saw her a moment and nothing more. Who are you?” she rapsed out just barely able as he interrupted in a harsh bellow.
“You’re lying!” his cold, ghostly looking hand was around her throat as she felt herself rise from the ground not of her own accord. “You KNOW her. If you want to live or avoid any kind of… discomfort, you’ll tell me where she is.”
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