Disclaimer: I do not own "Dogma" nor do I own Alan Rickman, but if I did it
would sure as hell be a better life for me. * Glares * back off all of you.
He's mine.
Alan Rickman: What the hell do you think your doing. I thought my bodyguard booted you out of my dressing room.
Sheperdmoon: But I love you Alan, no don't throw me out. Nnnnooooooooooooo. * Now all the sudden calm* I will give you a back massage.!!!
Alan Rickman: * considers this * ok. * Throws him self on his bed. *
Sheperdmoon: * evil grin *
Chap 1
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Met sat at a single table in a quaint little restaurant in the Florida Keys. He wasn't quite sure which key it was though: and looking forward into that thought he didn't much care. He was pissed.
Pissed at god. Damn her why did she have to be such an obstinate bitch. It wasn't his fault that she was so bad as golf. She didn't have to strike him with lightning over it. Now his favorite Armani suit was ruined and all she was sail to him was " so sorry, dear, next time let me win."
He swished the last of his tequila in his mouth and then spat it back into a half empty cup. Damn her and her rules about drinking. And sex what about that. What was her deal with sex? At least if we couldn't have it with other people we could at least jack off but no we cant even do that.
He stood up when the waitress came with his bill and thanked her offhandedly. All right now that was done he was going to go home and lay down.
The streets just outside of the restaurant were crowded and what made it worse is that it had just started to rain. "Yeah, thanks" he spat, looked crossed up at the sky. His voice was dripping with sarcasm. Just as he turned his head down to the street a wild crash of thunder hollered, shaking him from head to toe. This was not going to be fun.
Maybe he wouldn't go home just yet. Maybe he would just walk around the park for a while: clear his head, think things out.
He walked down Borland Avenue. Only half a mile down this road there was small park, a very small park. It was only about 3 acres. Despite its size it was very beautiful. People in these small towns tend to take better care of their land than bigger cities.
Just off the park there was Destiny beach. Built in honor of the man's wife who had donated it. She had dies and in a last fit of remembrance named it after her. Stories like this brought hope to Metatron for humanity.
He continues to think as he entered the gates. It was grassy and it just about time for sunset, which gave the grass a pleasant neon green tint. He sat on a near by bench a rested his feet on the far arm rest.
"Excuse me." Came a voice shaking him out of his reverie. " Sorry may I sit, just for a moment" he looked down to see a little girl with black curly hair holding a small puppy standing in front of him. She had a very shaky voice with a Floridian accent, kind of like she was trying to hide something.
How could Metatron resist someone so innocent? "Sure young lady." He smiled as the little girl hesitantly took a seat as far away on the bench as she could. The puppy wriggled in her grasp. "What's your puppy's name." He asked with a smile on his face.
" Her name is Gabriel. I named him that because she has a cross on her forehead." She said a bit less shyly.
Touched but slightly amused at this girl for naming her puppy after him he said, " You know that's very odd." She looked up at him. He smiled. " My name is Gabriel."
She smiled widely. "Really, wow. I never met a Gabriel before." She hesitated then backed further away from him. " Sorry," she hung her head.
Ah, he knew what was going on now. " Sorry for what dear child. You've done nothing wrong." She was afraid of him. He knew how to remedy this. " Have you heard the stories of Gabriel and his trumpet." She nodded enthusiastically.
" My grandmother gave me a trumpet when I was 3 and said that I should learn how to play it. I am not very good." she hung her head again.
"Nonsense, girl, your still young yet. You've got time to learn." His voice was stern and this made the girl look up to him. " Here." He stood up and she followed with him. " Do you still have your trumpet?" She lowered her head again, which was Gabriel very peeved, and shook her head.
" Some one broke into our house and stole it."
How horrible, he thought. He lifted her chin with his finger. " No matter." He stuck his hands behind his back and pulled it out again bringing with them two silver trumpets. " I want you to consider this a gift. As long as you continue to play the trumpet and never doubt yourself in your abilities. You got that." She stared in amazement at the beautiful trumpet. She nodded her head in disbelief. " Now lets play." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ A/N I can't wait to see were this goes. I love Alan Rickman. Reviews are heartedly welcome.
Alan Rickman: What the hell do you think your doing. I thought my bodyguard booted you out of my dressing room.
Sheperdmoon: But I love you Alan, no don't throw me out. Nnnnooooooooooooo. * Now all the sudden calm* I will give you a back massage.!!!
Alan Rickman: * considers this * ok. * Throws him self on his bed. *
Sheperdmoon: * evil grin *
Chap 1
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& The Met
Met sat at a single table in a quaint little restaurant in the Florida Keys. He wasn't quite sure which key it was though: and looking forward into that thought he didn't much care. He was pissed.
Pissed at god. Damn her why did she have to be such an obstinate bitch. It wasn't his fault that she was so bad as golf. She didn't have to strike him with lightning over it. Now his favorite Armani suit was ruined and all she was sail to him was " so sorry, dear, next time let me win."
He swished the last of his tequila in his mouth and then spat it back into a half empty cup. Damn her and her rules about drinking. And sex what about that. What was her deal with sex? At least if we couldn't have it with other people we could at least jack off but no we cant even do that.
He stood up when the waitress came with his bill and thanked her offhandedly. All right now that was done he was going to go home and lay down.
The streets just outside of the restaurant were crowded and what made it worse is that it had just started to rain. "Yeah, thanks" he spat, looked crossed up at the sky. His voice was dripping with sarcasm. Just as he turned his head down to the street a wild crash of thunder hollered, shaking him from head to toe. This was not going to be fun.
Maybe he wouldn't go home just yet. Maybe he would just walk around the park for a while: clear his head, think things out.
He walked down Borland Avenue. Only half a mile down this road there was small park, a very small park. It was only about 3 acres. Despite its size it was very beautiful. People in these small towns tend to take better care of their land than bigger cities.
Just off the park there was Destiny beach. Built in honor of the man's wife who had donated it. She had dies and in a last fit of remembrance named it after her. Stories like this brought hope to Metatron for humanity.
He continues to think as he entered the gates. It was grassy and it just about time for sunset, which gave the grass a pleasant neon green tint. He sat on a near by bench a rested his feet on the far arm rest.
"Excuse me." Came a voice shaking him out of his reverie. " Sorry may I sit, just for a moment" he looked down to see a little girl with black curly hair holding a small puppy standing in front of him. She had a very shaky voice with a Floridian accent, kind of like she was trying to hide something.
How could Metatron resist someone so innocent? "Sure young lady." He smiled as the little girl hesitantly took a seat as far away on the bench as she could. The puppy wriggled in her grasp. "What's your puppy's name." He asked with a smile on his face.
" Her name is Gabriel. I named him that because she has a cross on her forehead." She said a bit less shyly.
Touched but slightly amused at this girl for naming her puppy after him he said, " You know that's very odd." She looked up at him. He smiled. " My name is Gabriel."
She smiled widely. "Really, wow. I never met a Gabriel before." She hesitated then backed further away from him. " Sorry," she hung her head.
Ah, he knew what was going on now. " Sorry for what dear child. You've done nothing wrong." She was afraid of him. He knew how to remedy this. " Have you heard the stories of Gabriel and his trumpet." She nodded enthusiastically.
" My grandmother gave me a trumpet when I was 3 and said that I should learn how to play it. I am not very good." she hung her head again.
"Nonsense, girl, your still young yet. You've got time to learn." His voice was stern and this made the girl look up to him. " Here." He stood up and she followed with him. " Do you still have your trumpet?" She lowered her head again, which was Gabriel very peeved, and shook her head.
" Some one broke into our house and stole it."
How horrible, he thought. He lifted her chin with his finger. " No matter." He stuck his hands behind his back and pulled it out again bringing with them two silver trumpets. " I want you to consider this a gift. As long as you continue to play the trumpet and never doubt yourself in your abilities. You got that." She stared in amazement at the beautiful trumpet. She nodded her head in disbelief. " Now lets play." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ A/N I can't wait to see were this goes. I love Alan Rickman. Reviews are heartedly welcome.