The invisible line between good and evil

Abbie stood outside of Abraham's bedroom door just staring at it. Breakfast was ready and she did not want him to miss any of it. She wanted him to forget about her moment of stupidity and let her out of the deal. She was human. She was going to make mistakes some days. She should have known better than to trust a demon over an angel. What the hell was she thinking. Maybe it was this house and its partiality to Abraham. Maybe it was affecting her also. He had to know that she would never sleep with him. She could not. She was afraid of him. She had seen him crush human bones and slice through demons' hard skins without effort. She had nothing but fear of his strength and what it could do to her. Her fear of the pending mating only lasted a second because her anger with her stupidity returned with a vengeance. Abbie balled her hands into fists and began chastising herself for being stupid. Abraham had this planned. He wanted to destroy all the innocence around him. She had heard him say it many times. She just had no idea he was talking about her innocence. Abbie swung at the air wishing it were the blonde demon standing before her. She wished that she had the strength to throttle him.

She was the greatest danger to her herself not any of the three supernatural beings that came to this home. Orion and Abraham were her constant antagonists. Solomon Kent was the only one that was on her side. He had centuries upon this earth to study humans and try to understand them. He said that he failed miserably. Besides Henry, she was the only person that the warlock liked. Abbie dropped her fists to her sides and stared at Abraham's door. She was just going to have to outwit him somehow while he slept here every night. A cry of frustration escaped her lips. All he needed was her presence in his room to trap her with some unheard of demon rule. Abbie turned away from his door and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. She could tell Orion but that would just make him angry with her and she did not need them both after her. They were just getting used to seeing each other every day. She thought that they were becoming friends or something close to it. She did not want to be the one to destroy that possible connection. Abbie turned the corner and walked into the kitchen.

Solomon Kent turned when he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped mid chew of the bagel and smiled at her. "Checking the consistency,"

It used to be strange to see the warlock wearing a black suit and not his traditional black Quaker looking attire. For a man out of time he seemed right at home in this century. He was the closest person that Abbie had for a friend when Henry was away.

Abbie chuckled and began setting out the plates for her guests. Solomon continued chewing. "So I assume the Horseman stayed here last night from your sour face."

Abbie rolled her eyes at his question. "You know how he is when he gets …grumpy."

Solomon raised an eyebrow. "He's always grumpy that is why I don't speak with him only you. Although, he would not be grumpy if he saw you in this beautiful blue material today. You are devastating in this even with your hair tied up in that ponytail. I am envious that I can't stay here."

Abbie smiled at his words as she set out four plates. He watched her go about her business with grace and a smile on her face. He took pride in the fact that he was the only one that could make her smile. He liked to see her happy. He liked to see her period. Sometimes the desire to be near her was so great that Solomon had to stay away from her or risk the wrath of the house. He did not know when this desire developed but he knew that it would only grow stronger. He had to get her away from the others if he was to have any chance of making her see that he was all that she would need. "We are going to need another plate. Orion was speaking to some blue armored red haired demon from Moloch's army. I think he wants to defect. He did mention Abraham."

Abbie gave a frustrated groan and grabbed another plate. "I hope Orion tells him no."

"We are in the business of defeating evil having someone this powerful and close to Moloch is a good thing. He seems to know a lot about the devil's next move from what I heard. He could probably read that text that you have. I don't trust that church."

Abbie looked over at the warlock. "You don't trust any organization that does not revolve around you."

Solomon smiled. "Old habits die hard…"

Abbie chuckled and began setting out silverware. Solomon grabbed some coffee mugs and placed them beside the plates.

"So what trouble have you gotten yourself into with Orion. He seems to hold contempt for you."

Abbie sighed. "I know and I am going to tell him that I am sorry for making him angry."

Solomon raised his eyebrow again. "I should come here more often you are being such a bad girl."

Her soft laughter greeted Orion and the green eyed demon walking in behind him. Solomon frowned at the new arrival. "He talked you into letting him inside."

"He can be useful." Orion said frowning at the warlock. He never came to the house unless Henry was there.

"Why are you here?" Orion asked as he motioned the demon into the kitchen.

"I was lonely and hungry. None of my fellow witches think it's a good idea to share space with an angel or a demon. They want me to pick one."

The blue armored demon stared at Solomon for a moment before looking at Abbie. "I am called Connelly or the butcher as you humans like to name what I do. I make no excuses for the lives that I have taken I only want freedom."

Silenced filled the kitchen as the demon finished his statement. Solomon faced Orion as he walked through the kitchen heading towards the bedrooms. "This speech it what convinced you to let him eat here. Are you feeling alright angel?"

Orion ignored him but Connelly growled at him. "Why are you here witch? In all my dealings with your kind you only care about yourselves and your own pleasures."

Solomon chuckled. "I belong here and I am accepted here. Henry is my friend and so is the lovely Miss Mills. I contribute to trying to kill your master."

Connelly chuckled. "So that you can take his place and have the masses worship you?"

Abbie raised her hands. "Please you can't fight in this house or it will attack you…more like Abraham will attack you."

Connelly turned his attention to Abigail. "Beware of this false friend."

Solomon snorted in disgust. "We don't know you and I am here to protect the witness you are not."

"We shall see the truth of the matter soon witch." Connelly began walking through the kitchen following Orion to the bedrooms.

Solomon faced Abbie. "Be careful there are far too many unknowns in this house. Orion, Abraham, and now this Connelly are not telling us something I sense it."

Abbie walked towards the stove and began placing the eggs on a platter. "Do you think it has something to do with the text?"

"I don't know but we must be careful. I will try my best to protect you from them but I can only do that if I know everything that is going on here."

Abbie cringed at Solomon's words. Her thoughts ran to the deal she had made with Abraham.

Solomon walked over to her. 'What is that look for?"

Abraham could feel him looking down at him with anger in his body. "What,"

"Connelly is here."

Abraham opened his eyes. "Why is he here now."

"Something has happened but he does not know what." Abraham sat up.

"You left them alone with Abigail."

"They will behave themselves the question is will you."

The blonde assassin slowly got out of the bed bare chested and ready to fight. "It is her own fault."

Orion frowned as his sometimes enemy opened a drawer to get a shirt. Henry was partial to him in so many ways. He even had clothing for the former hell warrior. "It is your fault and why do you have the need to disgrace her."

"I am not going to disgrace her." Abraham pulled the shirt over his head roughly. Who was this creature to question him? He grabbed his jeans and put them on violently as well.

"There are so many females that would die for you yet you prey on her. She is not like us and you know that you could harm her."

"I am not here to harm her. She wanted me to protect her from you. She does not like the fact that you follow her around all the time."

Orion frowned at his words. "Of course you did nothing to calm her fears about that nor did you tell her that wearing the ring would keep her safe. As usual you turn everything to your advantage good or bad."

"If you keep talking I will turn this situation to my advantage and it will definitely be bad." Abraham walked closer to the dark haired angel that stood his ground.

"I have nothing to do the rest of the day pick a time…"

Connelly stood in the doorway watching them. He grunted and the two looked at him. "Breakfast is ready."

Abraham's eyes went to her immediately in the blue dress. She had just finished setting the table. He liked the way her skin glowed against the color. He liked the way it contoured to her curves. He did not like the fact that Solomon sat beside her. Abbie even looked surprised at his move. Even though she had not told him about her stupidity she did not think he wanted to give his life before breakfast.

Orion frowned at the move. He could feel Abraham's rising aggression. He had not felt this in the bedroom as they quarreled. Connelly even frowned at the witch's boldness. Abraham had told him the rules of the house. Orion walked around the table and pulled out the chair on the other side of Abigail.

"You don't normally come here but there are rules. Abraham sits on her left side and I the right. It's always been that way and you are not going to change that no matter what you know and what you think about it. Now get up or I am pretty sure he will make you."

Solomon smiled at the threating angel. "Ganging up on me like always."

"You bring it on yourself witch. You must be the center of attention. Although this time it may kill you." The red haired demon smiled at the witch as he faced him.

"Solomon please," The warlock turned towards Abbie and smiled. He lightly touched her cheek and then slowly pushed his chair back and stood.

"Why are you touching her?" Abraham asked as he walked towards her.

Solomon held up his hands. "Is this another rule?"

"Yes, she is not to be touched…ever. This house will attack you and there are things here that are hidden from most of us." Orion eyed the witch as he walked around the table and towards the seat next to him. The warlock moved the seat away from the angel and towards Connelly who he did not like either.

Abbie could feel the animosity rising in the room as her guests took stock of their enemies for a possible fight. She looked at Orion as he glared at Abraham. He knew about their deal and was not happy with it.

"I am sorry."

All four men looked at her. "You have no reason to be sorry. There is nothing that your gentle hands could ever do to bring on this dislike." Solomon said smiling at her.

Abbie nodded. "Yes I do. I am sorry Orion for doubting you. I am sorry Abraham for thinking that you're just some merciless killer without a care. I used your distrust of each other to my advantage. I knew that you would help me if I said that I was afraid of Orion. I did not mean to make any of you angry with each other."

Orion's expression changed to a softer one. He nodded towards her and Abraham. The Assassin returned his nod but he did not acknowledge Abbie's words. He was not letting her out of the deal.

Connelly chuckled at her speech. "You have Abraham all wrong little one. He is a remorseless killer without mercy."

Abbie watched the smile slowly form on Abraham's face as he stared at her.

"Let us give thanks for this delicious food." Orion said as he looked around the table at the evil sitting with him.

Solomon looked around the table as the angel and the human bowed their heads in prayer. Abraham closed his eyes in submission but Connelly looked perplexed. Solomon rolled his eyes at this display. He thought that this was a waste of time.

Once the angel finished his word, Abraham picked up Abbie's plate and began filling it with food. Solomon saw the smile appear on her face. This smile was his smile and his alone. She was use to this treatment from Abraham, even Connelly seemed to know about it. He did not like the fact that this demon was around her all the time. He should not be here sleeping under the same roof as she was. Abraham could turn at the blink of an eye. He had to get her attention back on him and away from Abraham.

"You get all the perks being here Abigail."

Abbie chuckled as Abraham set her filled plate before her and then turned a menacing face towards the warlock. Solomon smiled at his displeasure.

"My my… you are grumpy as she said."

Abraham ignored the warlock and began filling his plate. Orion buttered his biscuit. "What news do you have about Moloch?"

Connelly chewed his eggs first then spoke. "I know that he looking for the witch as you are. I don't know what he wants her for but he is desperate."

Solomon set down his coffee cup and then frowned at Connelly. "What could she have possibly done to Moloch. She does not have that kind of power."

"Maybe it has nothing to do with attacking him directly." Abraham said wiping his mouth.

Orion looked over at the blonde assassin. "What do you mean?"

"Moloch has many trinkets. Some of them not even he can open."

"She stole something from him." Connelly said frowning.

"Right under your nose blue warrior," Solomon chuckled. Connelly faced the warlock with the frown still on his face.

"Nothing stolen from Moloch is a good thing."

Abbie remained silent as the others spoke. She kept her attention on her food. Abraham watched her suspicious of her behavior. She was usually in all the conversations.

"Well how could a lowly witch slip in and take it from him."

"There are many doorways to hell Solomon you know that." Orion said taking a bite of his bread.

"Yes there are so why weren't they guarded."

"Hell is a busy place." Connelly answered with a snicker as Solomon rolled his eyes.

"You can speak all the excuses that you want blue warrior I know that henry is out there chasing her and could be in danger from something that even you don't know about."

"It was a strip of cloth that she took." Abraham said still watching Abbie. Her right hand holding her fork began to shake.

Solomon and Connelly stared at Abraham. Solomon turned his attention to Orion. "And you allow him to sleep here…with her. He is obliviously still with Moloch. How could he know this?"

Orion fixed his eyes on Abigail. Abraham had suspected something was off with her and at that time she was not wearing the ring. But now that she was information was slowly coming to him about their housemate.

Abbie set her fork down sensing all eyes on her and she knew it was not for the delicious food.

"Why would she give it to you? He is hunting for it. She put you in danger."

Abbie slowly raised her head and looked at Connelly. "She said she had to take it. He was going to use it to enslave the people. She said that if she held it she would bend to its will but I would not. She asked me to keep it hidden and that she would lead Moloch away. She did what she had to, to save us."

Solomon stood and looked at her hair. "YOU ARE WEARING IT NOW!"

Abbie held up her hands. "It is not a threat to any of you. It has no power while I have it."

Solomon looked at Orion. "How could you NOT know this. Anyone could take it from her."

Abraham continued eating. "She is in no danger."

Orion took a sip of coffee and then looked at Solomon. "Relax Solomon."

"Relax! You think that the assassin cannot be defeated. She's been walking all over town with it in her hair!"

Solomon looked incredulous. Connelly sighed. "He will know that it is here with all the noise that you are making about it. We need to stay calm… and quiet."

Orion frowned at the out of character warlock. "She is always safe here. The house will always keep her safe."

"Magic fails sometimes."

Abraham looked over at Solomon. "I will not,"

"I cannot believe that you did not tell me this and I asked you to tell me everything. Katrina cannot be trusted that is why she was thrown out of my coven."

Abbie wished Solomon would just go back inside with the others while they discussed how to keep Moloch off her scent.

"I could not tell anyone…not even Orion he gets grumpy too sometimes. Besides I have never seen Katrina so desperate before. She looked frightened of something or someone."

Solomon sighed and sat down beside her on the swing. He laid his hand on top of hers. Abbie stiffened at the coldness of his touch. He was human shouldn't he be warm?

"I am angry with you and my skin grows cold because of it. You have put yourself in such peril. I cannot believe that the others are going to let you stay here. We must leave here."

Abbie tried to pull her hand away from his grip but he was not letting go of her hand. Solomon frowned at her trying to escape him. "I want to keep you safe don't you understand."

Abbie used her other hand and tried to pull his hand away. Solomon grabbed her wrists. "If you are hurt. I could not live with myself. I don't come here a lot because I thought that not seeing you would stop this growing need to be near you but it has not."

She stopped struggling and stared into the dark eyes of the warlock. Solomon lowered his head. "I will embarrass myself if I speak any further but I want you to know that I care for you deeply."

Abbie suddenly looked over his head and saw Orion and Abraham standing there watching them. She hoped that they had not heard Solomon's declaration. They would not allow her only friend back in the house. First they would probably break something then not allow him back in the house. Solomon felt their presence and immediately released her. He stood and straightened his suit jacket. He turned and faced the disapproving faces of the angel and the demon.

"You must understand my anger and concern for her safety. I have known her longer than both of you. She is my friend and I know that Henry would not like it if she were harmed so I am staying here until the danger passes."

Abbie stood ready to rebuff the suggestion. She did not want him in the house. "I am perfectly fine in the house alone."

Abraham raised an eyebrow. "He can stay."

What was wrong with him? She knew that they had heard Solomon's words. Why would he want her subjected to his constant attention? She just thought that he was nice to her because Henry liked her but now she knew that he wanted something more.

"NO!" Abbie almost screamed. Orion even wondered why Abraham would allow the warlock on what he considered his territory. They both had heard him express his emotions to Abigail. Maybe the assassin was planning on a beating late at night.

"Really?"

Abraham turned towards the angel and they spoke without words. Abbie walked past Solomon. "What are you doing? The house is more protection than I need. I don't need two of you."

Abraham looked down at her standing before him. She was angry and it showed in her body. Her breast heaved against the blue fabric of the dress. He could smell her disgust but it was not for him. His face showed no expression as he spoke "You just need me then."

Surprise showed on her face and then Abbie walked by him and into the house. Orion walked towards Solomon with a scowl on his face. "I thought I told you not to touch her."

"I am sorry I was only trying to express my feelings. You two do not seem to understand the danger that she is in."

"He does not know that she has it. He will not come here."

Solomon watched the angel come closer. "Your feelings are scaring her. She sees you as nothing more than a friend. I do believe that you have destroyed that. You can attempt to get back on her loving side by helping Connelly decipher the text."

Solomon looked through the front window and saw Connelly inspecting with the TV remote as if it were some deadly creature. He returned his attention to the angel. "You must be drunk."

Abraham frowned. "You will help him."

"Or what, I am not afraid of you."

"There is no or, you will help him." Orion said towering over him and daring him to refuse the request. Solomon could feel the power flowing from his divine being threatening him. These two were always in each other's company.

"Do you two switch titles when it suits you because right now I can't tell you apart. Who is the angel and who is the demon?"

Orion smiled down at him until the front door opened and Abigail appeared ready to leave. Abraham walked towards her. Solomon looked over at her. She avoided his gaze and then Abraham blocked his view of her.

"We are going to see the church that the fire destroyed yesterday."

Solomon frowned. "I could help you three. I know nature."

"You will help Connelly. Now do I have to help you through the window or will you go on your own through the door."

Solomon angrily turned away from Orion. "I did not mean to frighten you Abigail. I only wanted you to know how I felt."

The warlock walked towards the door and walked inside the front door.

Abbie started walking towards her car but Abraham stopped her. "What we need it to get there."

"Maybe,"

Orion walked down the steps towards them. "You think that the fire was the work of Moloch."

Abraham shook his head. "No he would avoid that kind of public. Someone else was looking for something."

Abbie looked at them both. "You think someone else besides Moloch wants the fabric."

"Yes, so we should hurry before all the evidence is gone." Abbie tried to walk to her car again but this time Orion stopped her.

Abbie sighed in annoyance until Orion's arms circled her waist and he leaped into the air. Abraham could hear her screaming as Daredevil tore through the Hollow woods galloping towards him. He leaped into the saddle and turned his mount back towards the woods. The white beast broke through the foliage at a break neck pace shadowing Orion from the ground.