~Patch

"What are you doing here?" He growled, gripping the dagger tighter. " I thought I told you to never come here."

She smiled lightly under her black hood. It covered her face completely, all you could see was a pale face and red lips. Her black robe fell to the hard wood floors, moving silently as ever when she walked. "Im sorry to bother you Jev but I've come to warn you. May I come in?"

He stepped aside holding the door open for her. He walked over to a flipped over chair, setting it up right. "Have a seat." He watched her every move waiting for the moment when she attacked. Her natural behavior to destroy something lifeless and no more use.

She looked around, taking in the ruined room around her. "Nice place." She chuckled to herself, but took the seat Patch offered her. " I came to warn you. He's back and he wants revenge on you for what you did. I came to prepare you for war that has finally come." her tone was serous but the smile showed more. " He's raising an army."

Patch stood there, his shoulders tense and his hands curling into fists. " How long do we have?" His black eyes closing.

" A month at the most." She rose to her feet, silently. She walked to the door opening it, but paused. She looked over shoulder, the evil smile still on her pale face. " He knows about your love affair with a certain Nora Grey." With her name hanging in the air , the cloaked girl left closing the door behind her.

He roared with rage, picking up the righted chair and throwing it against the wall.

Patch stood across the street from Nora's house. All the lights were out and the white curtains were drawn in every window. Even the light porch was out leaving the house looking like no one was home. A perfect opportunity for Him to send his demons. He walked across the street heading up the drive, quietly. He knew where they hide the extra key, under the bushes on the side of the house, he went to retrieve it going to the back door.

Patch slipped into the house, closing the door behind him as quickly and quietly as possible. He stood in the dark kitchen for a moment listening for any foot steps coming from above. Nothing. He knew her mother was out of town for another auction leaving her only daughter alone with fallen angels and something even deadlier. Great job at parenting Mrs. Grey.

Upstairs he stood in front of her door staring at the " keep out" tape on her door. He listened closely, cringing when he heard her talk in her sleep.

He wanted her as much as he had wanted to be human and he hated seeing her like this; broken just like when her father died. If he could take back everything he had said then he would in a second. But Nora being the stubborn one she is, wouldn't let her heart be broken again so quickly. That's what hurt the most.

As quietly as he could, Patch opened the door poking his head inside the room. Nora was under a mountain of blankets, mumbling in her sleep. Patch stepped in closing the door behind him. He slide down the wall bring his knees up to his chest. It broke his heart when he couldn't climb in bed with her like they use to do when her mother wasn't home, but tonight was different. Danger was hanging in the once peaceful night of the October air.

The clock on the night stand says 5:00a.m. in big bright numbers. Its been nine hours and there was still no sign of His warriors. Patch was still in his spot on the floor watching the window through the whole night. Luckily, Nora hadn't waken up once and was still sound asleep in her bed.

Patch closed his eyes leaning his head against the wall for a second. Suddenly an ear-piercing scream cuts through the night air. His eyes snapped open. Nora was sitting up straight in bed, her head in her hands. Her unruly curly hair snarled into a twist on the nape of her neck, her shoulders visibly shaking.

" Go away, go away. Please." She moaned into her hands. "Patch, please come back." She whimpered.

With his broken heart beating a million miles, he rose to his feet his black eyes always on her. He staggered towards her one hand out stretched. His face crumpled in pain at the sight of her crying. But somehow he had to stay hidden, she couldn't know why he was here it would only scare her more then the nightmares.

So instead of comforting her like he would love to do, he slide down the wall leaning his head back and closed his eyes listening to the muffling of her cries. He heard the bed squeak as she got out bed. He froze, his eyes snapping open. Patch was in the darkest corner of her room. There was no way she would notice him unless she turned on the dresser's lamp.

He watched Nora cross the room only in boy shorts and a tank top. She stepped out of the room and a moment later he heard the bathroom sink running. She came back with a small glass of water, climb back into bed. She tested her light on the night stand and it turned on after the second click.

His eyes stayed on her as she reached over to grab a chapter book on the floor. She sat against the head board, pulling the blankets around her. He breathed a silent sigh of relief.

~Nora

The nightmares have gotten worse over time. One night their about death and then their about other things that do not need repeating. And tonight she didn't have the strong arms wrapped around her, holding her together. The only thing left of him would be his archangel necklace wrapped protectively around her fingers.

She stared at the pale blue wall, stroking the necklace. The cold words that he had said repeated in her head and broke her heart twice. If only she hadn't been there last night everything would be different. He would be there holding her while she cried because of the stupid nightmares and tomorrow or today would be as it always would be.

A single tear slide down her cheek at the lost she suddenly felt.

Her dad.

Her mom.

And now the only important thing in her life. Patch.

She bolted up in bed feeling the need to just do something other then just sit here and cry all night. She stood up tugging on some slippers and wrapping a blanket around her shoulders.