I hope you guys liked the last chapter. I feel as though it wasn't that great, so hopefully this chapter will make up for it!

Chapter Four

As I took in my surroundings, the little contents I had in my stomach threatened to come back up. Fifty or so Nephilim bodies scattered the floor, all motionless. All dead. Beside me, Don became rigid as he looked around the room.

"What is this," I nearly whispered. "We're immortal. You can't kill us. We can't die! Why are they dead?" It didn't make any sense. How could they all be dead? How were they not able to protect themselves?

Don slowly walked the perimeter of the room and made his way back to my side. "There is only one man I know to be capable of this kind of destruction," Don said.

"Who? Who could possibly kill fifty Nephilim by themselves?"

"My father." I whipped around to see Patch walking through the doorway.

"Patch! What are you doing here?" I ran over to him and he pulled me into a tight hug."Wait, what do you mean your father did this? I know you said he had powers, but this is ridiculous. It's not like he could sneak up on fifty Nephilim and kill them all in one shot."

"Actually, he can." Don came to stand beside me and I gave him my attention. "About ten years ago, dead Nephilim started popping up by the numbers. All over, Europe, Asia, Africa - everywhere except the states. It took some digging, but someone finally figured it out. This man had the power to paralyze Nephilim, by the masses, and killed them. Exactly how he killed them wasn't found out, but we knew he was a fallen angel. With some more digging, it was discovered that he was dear old Jev's father. Which, as you can assume, makes the Nephilim distrust you even more."

"How could you not tell me this?" I looked between Patch and Don. "Both of you knew about him and his powers, but I'm just now hearing about this? He visited me in my dream two nights ago and you still didn't tell me." I directed my attention to Patch. "You didn't think it was important for me to know he kill me without breaking a sweat?"

Patch diverted his gaze away from me. "I didn't think he'd be here. I thought I had a few days to find him before he decided to come here." He looked back at me as he continued, "Nora, if I had known he was already here, I never would have left. I never would have left you alone."

"As touching as this moment is," Don interrupted, "we have to come up with a plan. And fast. No one knows where your father is or what his next move is."

"Then we have our plan," I said. "We find him before he finds us."

Thirty minutes later, Patch and I were back at his house and Don was out finding Scott. We all agreed to put a definite plan together tomorrow. Don wasn't thrilled about having Patch's help, but it was just as personal for him as it was for us. I could only hope that when we found Patch's father we would all come out unscathed.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Angel," Patch said, disturbing my thoughts.

I looked at him and drank in his presence: His mouth, upturned in that half smile that got me everytime; his eyes that were darker than midnight, especially when he focused on something of importance; his arms, strong and sturdy, wrapped around me as we lay in bed together.

"I'm thinking about how I'd rather be thinking of anything but your dad and this war." I could feel my muscles tense as the words came out.

"I think I can help with that," Patch replied, turning his half smile into a full on grin. That grin was full of promises, and he spent all night making good on them.