If there is anything I despise more than having time with my friends interrupted, is the fact I'll have to deal with my father scolding me about how 'reckless' I was. I didn't care, anymore, to be 'The good girl' no longer. I've had enough of playing by the rules life has handed out to me.

Uncle Dan was tasked with infiltrating the sex club, Lucifer is partnering up with him and I'm left wondering if it was a good idea to waiting in his penthouse. I had plans to confront him, ask why he is acting coldly towards me. Could be the rush of alcohol, and adrenaline, talking.

' This could take a while. Might as well make a quick stop at the bar.' I sweep up the remote, control for Lucifers surround sound speakers, playing the randomised shuffled music. Some artist I didn't recognise began singing. I take off my boots, tossing them on the sofa. " Let's have a look at what you got. Vodka? Whiskey?"

' I've never had whiskey before. Looks real nice and expensive.' I flicked the cap off, bouncing my head to the song, pouring a glass using one of Lucifers old shot glass. I brought the glass up to my lips, trying not to wince at how strong it tasted. Bringing the bottle with me I skipped over to the table and set it down, gasping at the sound of hailee steinfeld's 'Love myself' song.

" This is my song." I raise my glass, shuffling my feet on the floor and twist my body around, dancing to each of the beat and lyrics. This is straight out of a prime-time movie. where one of the main protagonist, much like Katherine Pierce on the tv series Vampire Diaries, is in a scene where she's dancing. Drinking away any problems she has or had. ' I relate to her in the scene. Drinking and dancing is for real so fun.'

" I will never understand the human desire to be an absolute simpleton, when it comes down to parading around such an ear sore as to this noise." I wasn't expecting there to be company, and of all people Charlotte. Goddess. I sobered up, turning off the connected speakers. When she steps out of the elevator I mentally made a note where I could escape from, if needed to. I could be overreacting, but when I stare at her I cannot help notice the shift in how she looked.

" Don't fret, Ellie. I'm not here to harm you. I wouldn't dream of hurting my sons mate. Oh, come now, you don't have to act abashed. It's an obvious, right in your face, piece of information how my son feels about you. Even if he's a fool to not see it for himself. I can see."

I felt partially exposed, no weapons to defend myself with, and I couldn't fight Lucifer's own mother. I, myself, was still trying to come to terms with how to use my new Angel skill sets. She's millions of years older than I am. She had moved closer, and now is standing in front of where I stand, my back facing the bar stool.

" it's marvellous. Truely a marvel to see. My beloved husband, much as I behold hate to the bastard, must've seen something special in you. To save your much monotonous, tedious, human life." She mentions my previous life, as she now stood facing me down, her gaze hadn't wavered once. " I want to figure it out. But it's not simple as just looking at you." Digging her hand into my neck, suffocation sets in and she began squeezing my breathing pipes. I grunted at the pressure and tried to not let panic set in.

" fascinating. How peculiar, your eyes are very different to my sons and daughters. It's almost like.. I wonder. If my theory is.."

charlotte had suddenly lifted me off the ground, by my neck, and flung me out of the penthouse. I tumbled over the railing, failing to hold on for support, and I began free falling. My wings sprout out of my back, just as I was going to hit the pavement. I flew back upwards, the wind in my wings.

My wings stayed on display, landing on the balcony, directing my glare on her. ' Did she just try to kill me? Really?' Goddess claps her hands in wonderment. " You are a Rarity. You harvest the flares of the moon, and make them a physical manifestation. Hence the reason of your eye colour dispiriting you from my sons. You're Powerful, Ellie. Extremely. Once I can get Lucifer to see you belong in heaven, with I and him, this can be our next resource. To get back at my darling husband."

Charlotte said, in hopes I would agree to leave behind my whole life. My family.

To go and be in heaven as a possible weapon against god.

If that is what I am understanding.

" No, I won't up and leave earth like that. No. I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me, with all respect to you, goddess. I have a life here! I won't be your personal weapon, above all as someone who you want to smite god! No. I refuse to be that girl, a Mur.. murderer." I say, disbelieving her insinuation I would have any participation in commuting a heinous act. " No way in hell I would do that."

A shadow of a darkness shrouds her eyes, as if displeased hearing my refusal.

" Be that it may, Ellie. You have no place being here, amongst a billions of these cretins to one, Angel. Heaven is your true home. You do Not want to make an enemy of me, so I suggest you take your time. I will be waiting on your reply. Don't disappoint me." She hardened her glare. " Or there will be dire repercussions awaiting for you. My dear."

' Nothing to worry about.' I think, throat going dry. ' Your life was just threatened by the most powerful deity. Ever. That is all.'

~•~

Coming back to Daria and Naomi's Vacated apartment, after finding a Russian gentleman called Yuri almost half poisoned to death in his Mercedes Benz in a back alley, lead Lucifer and I to discover the neighbour who looked to be in a hurry packing things in boxes, in their place.

" Oh, hi, there. Detectives. I wasn't expecting you back here, so soon. I'm just putting a few things into storage." She explained, box cutter and a few pieces of bubble wrap spread around the cluttered floor visible. " I'm going back home." 

" Right. You can take the girl out of Nebraska, but the Nebraska out of the girl. Or can you ?" Lucifer implies, staring daggers at her, waiting for her to out her faux act of self-preservation act. I shook my head at him barely a little.

" I don't feel safe in L.A anymore. And you wouldn't either if two of your neighbours ended up dead. No one does. Sorry I can't stay around to talk, I have a flight waiting for me at three o'clock."

If she thinks she'll get off Scott free, from this, she is mistaking. ' She is wanting to get out of this house too quickly for my liking.' I stepped in her way, attaching my hand to her elbow.

" I have come to discover this wonderful thing of Facebook. Yeah? You've heard it? Because you are quite well known there. They've heard of you." Lucifer pulled out his phone, as she was confusingly staring at me and him.

" You are.. a big deal in your small town. A ten back home but in L.A.. just a five. Things haven't worked, out here in the city of Angels, have they? Lily. That is your real name. Isn't it not? So much struggle. Heartache. Compromise. It made you desperate enough to turn on your old sorority sisters, Daria and Naomi."

Lily, surprised by the accusation, did a shake of her head furiously. " No. they were both my friends. I'd never do anything to hurt them!" I heard that excuse on too many accounts, and I haven't been on the team for more than a year.

" That is where you are wrong, Lily. Because I, and my.. partner, know you were here at the time they died. You said hadn't seen Daria and Naomi for a whole week."

I sighed, I awaited for her denial. Which I am correct. " You have no proof of it." She stammered, flickering her eyes across mine then back to Lucifer. Alerted. " Except for the photo taken by your charming buddy, Yuri. Nice wig, by the way, it brings out the Murder in your eyes."

Lily then grabbed ahold of my body, planting the box cutter up to my throat. I feel blood is drawn as it digs into the part of my throat, where my larynx is. ' Oh Hell no. This is Not, I mean, not happening again.'

Surging my head back, head butting lily, I throw her over my shoulder exclaiming out a grunt. I twisted her arm, to behind her back, and the cutter goes to the side clamouring on the floor.

" is that the best you got? Huh? Lily. Is that how you felt? I grabbed one of her packed-up yoga mats. " There are special places in Hell for those that pray. On. Innocent. Women." I shouted my words with each swing of the mat, and her grunts are muted. " that is where you are going." This could be displaced anger I had for Lucifer, or just genuine frustration at what my life has become, but I was seething. " that is for Daria and Naomi."

I got my handcuffs out, detaching them from my belt. " I think we have a silver-lining here, Ellie, darling. There is a Vacancy ready for you here. It's up for the taking."

Is he serious right now? He wants me to move into the dead girls house? I will admit it is a gorgeous apartment. But I would feel bad for imposing on the place they died. " and I'm not talking about our victims. I am saying you should move into this killers! I mean, take a look at this view. And I'm not just talking ' bout me, darling. Really think about the fact."

' I want to strangle him, so bad, right now.'

~•~

Moving out of home is a tough, lonely, hard decision to make. It's one step out into the real world, and to do it you have to put yourself out there, no matter how terrifying it may seem. It was time for me to find my way in the world.

I considered Lucifers words, for Lily's place, and since she is no longer available my choice to be the next owner was easier than I originally did imagine it would be. Driving one of the squad cars, I borrowed from the lot since I don't have the funds for my own saved as of yet, the voice of the complex's owner spoke to me. " Just bring over a deposit. And then the apartment is yours, Misses decker."

' Oh my goodness. this is exciting.' I smiled, I'm certain I looked like a fool smiling so wide but I cleared my throat. " Thank you! I will go to my bank, and then write a check that I can give to you."

He laughed, which was a genuine sound I didn't expect to hear from him, seeing as I got excited for an apartment. I didn't care. Out of nowhere there are screeching of tires, I don't have time to scream as a car smashes and collided into the car.

Hand on my steering wheel, airbags activating from impact, I cried; waiting for it to flip but nothing came after.

It was a few seconds, which painstakingly turned into a whole minute before I registered exactly what had just transpired.

' I was in a car crash.' My driver-side door is opened.

" Oh, honey! I saw everything. Are you okay? Hey." A kinder, mature, brown haired girl came to my aid and I looked at the wreckage left by the SUV which T-Boned me.

" .. Call Nine-one-one! She has a bleed to her skull. Hurry! It's looks serious!"

I take in the smoking Vehicle, doused petrol that leaked out of the gasoline tank. My hands were a shaking mess. I could sense an Angel.

I scan the neighbouring houses, who came out to see me as I sat on the street corner, and saw Uriel. He wore a menacing smile on his thin, chapped, lips.

' I thought he'd leave me alone. I was so wrong.' In the distance I heard sirens of police, and dispatched ambulances, coming.

' I hope dad, mom, and uncle Dan don't freak out. Oh. Who am I kidding, here, They will.'

JASMINE SPEAKS;

Sorry the chapter is a little shorter than the rest.

This is considered the end of episode four of season two, so it will continue on to the next.

How did you like this chapter? Ellie was in danger for the majority of this part.

I feel sorry for always writing and putting her in harms way like this. have to keep the story going, interesting. Somehow. The goddess and, again, Uriel both are out to get her.