Gabriel was upon the catgirl before he knew it, not even noticing her tumble until her tail was up in the air, flailing wildly.  He had her, finally, there was no stopping now.  She couldn't run from him, he knew.  Somehow, he just knew that there was no way she could escape.  He could follow her anywhere in the house, and she couldn't leave.  There were no obstacles to him, not anymore.<br/><br/>As he was thinking, he was reaching out, and he saw his arms begin to fade and grow more and more transparent.  Suddenly very worried, Gabe moved quickly, reaching out for Rebekah only to have his hands pass through her with no resistance.  "No!!" He shouted suddenly, waving his arms around, and his heart sank as he was unable to get a grip on the object of his fantasies.  Anger swelled in him, and he screamed in frustration.<br/><br/>As his voice echoed in the long hallway, he took hold of her upper arms without even thinking.  Giving her a hard shove, he pinned her to the ground before he  realized what he had done.  "How...?"  Gabe wasn't sure what had allowed him to take hold of her, but the more he questioned it, the more it faded.  As he stared down at her wonderingly, he began to feel a numbness spreading from the outside in, a coldness.  Quickly, he grasped for the rage he had found and squeezed her tighter.<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>Michael scoffed at the angel, his arm muscles flexing before he threw her backwards into the post of a wide, low bed, with richly colored silks draped over the canopy.  The djinn glided forward across the long rugs, delicately tassled on the ends and ornately patterned within.  The glow that emanated from him illuminated the room, helped by several lanterns along the wall, but the darkness that wafted off of him seemed to want to swallow it all up.  He was transforming still, it seemed, as his already dark skin shifted more and more into an ashy-smoky midnight blackness.  "I will not release you, little bird... I have waited for<em>so long...</em>"<br/><br/>Michael felt the truth of that statement through everything, and his entire body seemed to tense with the agony and weight of it.  He approached her slowly.  "You have tormented me.  You have teased me.  I will see you screaming in agony before I release you, just as you have made me writhe and suffer these long years.  You are mine," he said in his rumbling voice.  His lips twisted into a wide, evil, malicious smile, and as he reached out to her, his hands began to glow more brightly.