I AM SO SORRY! I was meant to upload this yesterday, but I had homework throughout the four-day period, so I couldn't finish it yesterday. I fear that you guys will think that I am losing my passion for this, and no I really am not. I really love this fanfiction. Sorry if this chapter seems rushed as wellPreviously…

"I know who you are, I know what you do and I know what you're a part of. If you don't back off, I will tell The Nephilim you are around, and I will drag you back there - dead or alive."

'The Nephilim'…? No! I don't want to go back to them. They are the main reason I am taking all of this reasonably well, which can tell you things. Oh god… what do I do? Do I mention anything? What do I even do?

The majority was: Tell Sean

Your POV:

I should tell Sean.

Wait wait wait, calm down, breathe, take a step back. Hold your horses, [Y/N], have you got any idea how you're going to do this? Sean and Mark are going through some crazy shit, and this nephilim business came up so suddenly. It just came back into your life, maybe you should be subtle. Don't mention too much. They probably aren't a part of the rival, right? They probably don't even know about the Nephilim and Archangel rivalry. Then again, when I think about the threat...
Back off of… what?

Well, remember the fan [Y/N]. The crazy fan. Is that her?

No, how could she have gotten my phone number? I got the things I wanted, and I walked to my car and- Wait… she picked up my phone for me.

But, that was too quick of an action to find out my phone number, either memorise it, write it down, or whatever other method. But, I never gave out my phone number to anyone else besides Mark (I haven't called Sean yet so...), and this phone is not linked with my name. I made precautions. Made a fake name, all that.

Shit, shit, shit.

I get up and leave my room. Sean and Mark are just talking, and I approach them.

"This day, I swear to god." Mark sighed. "It's such a fucking mess. Even yesterday. It's gotta be something with Ireland."

"No, I live here. This has never gotten this crazy." Sean pointed out.

"Well you guys ever visit each other like this normally?" I asked. They looked at each other and shrugged.
"I don't… recall?" Sean said, with a questioning tone. Mark shrugged again.

"Well, maybe it's that or maybe it's because… I'm with you guys this time-"
"No. Blaming. Yourself!" Mark pouted. I laughed.
"It's not that, it's just that it's kind of unusual and a bit too much of a coincidence for it to be 'just one of those things'." I replied. Sean is sitting there, thinking. "What is it, Sean?" I asked him.

"Huh? Oh… nothing." He shook his head. I shrugged. Why are we all in a shrugging mood today? Weird. Anyway, off topic. "Sit down, [Y/N], you don't want to be standing, do you?" Sean asked.

"Uhh, yeah, sure." I said, as I sit down at the nearest couch. I was about to open my mouth to say something, but I'm interrupted when I hear someone's phone start to vibrate. We turn to the sound.

"Sorry, that's my phone." Mark explained, as he reached into his pocket. He casually whipped out his phone, but then colour faded from his face when he saw the number and contact details. He got up, and started to head to his room but stopped, still looking down at the phone. I looked at his eyes to try to decode the emotion in his face - either anger mixed with fear, or plain worry.
"...what is it Mark?" I asked him (or tried), but he shook his hand in dismissal before we could ask anything and he hurriedly left to go into his room. I looked at Sean, but he put up his hands defensively.

"Hey, I don't know either." He admitted. "By the way, Did you want to say something earlier? You looked like you wanted to mention something." Wait! This is the only time I can do this, thank you for reminding me Sean. But I have to watch what I say, I can't say too much. Secrets are there for a reason, but they are never to be kept for long.

"Hey, Sean? I want to ask you something." I said. He turned to me.

"What is it?"
"I… You… have you ever gotten threats?" I asked. He tilted his head, then shook.

"No, no. Never. Well, besides Anti's ones, but why did you ask?" He questioned. I sighed.

"Well, anything unusual then, maybe not threats?"
"No… what is it [Y/N]?"
"I don't really know how to explain this, as it's new to me too but here." I took out my phone, and was about to give it to Sean when I was interrupted by the sounds of Mark's yelling.
"What the fuck?" I looked towards the wall, which was the wall to Mark's bedroom. I could hear his muffled voice. Obviously, he was trying to get his message across to the other person.

"Look, I don't want to be associated in anyway. I never did. (He pauses) This supposedly gifted person, why the hell would they be of value? You know how the other's like, they don't give a crap about losing a member. (Pause) How do you even know if they're alive? They've been declared dea- Don't you fucking interrupt me." Mark kept going on and on. Sean got up to ask Mark what was happening, but I grabbed hold of his arm.

"No, wait."
"What?!" He exclaimed, and I shushed him again.

"I wish to know a bit more." I whispered. He stopped, and we listened. He wasn't shouting anymore, so I got up and put my head against the wall. Sean did the same.

"So they may actually be alive? Now? No. (Pause) A… deal? (Pause) Really?... that doesn't sound too bad actually. Fine." Mark had given in to the person on the other side. He's a lot more like Dark than he wants to admit. I looked over to Sean.
"Now you can ask what was that about." I whispered. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Don't need to give me permission." Sean said.

"So you're a big boy now, little Sean?"

"Sure, let's say that." He joked, as he walked towards Mark's bedroom. I walk over to the window. It was already late in the evening… damn. Well, to be perfectly honest, it's understandable with all the shit that just happened. I sigh.

"Hey, Mark is something up?" I heard Sean say, followed by a door creak and him shutting the door. I took out my phone, and re-read the threat. Is it the riva- No, they don't want anything to do with me, don't over think things. I really do think these two gangs are dead and gone, there would be reported gunfights between atypically looking people. Welp, that 'don't over think things' thought didn't last long. Fuck it, too much to think about. I have to sleep on it. I move from the window, as Sean and Mark exit Mark's room. Sean throws on his jacket to leave.

"Alright Mark, [Y/N], see you later!" Sean chirped, as we both waved to him.

"Bye!" In unison with Mark I chimed, and Sean replied as he closed the door.

"Well, I'm going to have to go to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow is less hectic." I said as I walked towards my room.

"Already?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, yeah already. See you in the morning!" I chime as I close the door behind me. I open my closet, and pick out some comfortable clothes for me to sleep in, and hop straight into bed.

Mark's POV:

Wow, she must be tired. I wanted to tell her I wouldn't be here when she wakes up but she shut the door before I could even open my mouth. I have to research about this person before I go scavenging in the morning.

A 'bit' of research later…

It's a girl. There aren't any records of her, but only ones associated with her nickname. 'Lady Caedes'. Sounds like latin…
It is latin! It's... Lady Murder? What an unusual nickname.

Your POV:

Fantastic.
I forgot I go to this place when I fall asleep. I growl loudly.

"Don't even talk to me, Anti. Alright?" I yelled out loud. I sat down on the log again, crossing my arms.
"It's not my fault I'm not the good guy in the story, dear." Anti sighed, as he sat on the log nearby. I wasn't going to move away from him like some 11 year old, but I didn't move my head towards him. "I was made like this. If I had the ability to feel nice, I would." He chuckled. "I felt it once, it was robbed from me."
"What?" I turned to him. "Felt it once? Robbed from you?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." He sighed. He looked downwards, and for a brief second he smiled. A smile that wasn't of lust, or greed, or anything else - just genuine reminiscence. I felt a bit of sympathy for him. But that soft smile soon turned into a smirk and he sat up straight, confident once more.

"Well, what can you do? Hahaha." He laughed. I sighed, and rolled my eyes.
"How come I only spend a few minutes in here, instead of the few hours I'm supposed to?" I ask him. He sat back, and crossed his arms, made himself comfortable.

"Do you want to spend a few hours in here?"
"No."
"Then good, I'm speeding it up for you." He explained. I stared at him kind of shocked. "What, can't I have some kind of heart?" He sighed, and he got up. I stood up, and went to go through the forest.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Anywhere. I don't know." I yelled back, but he just rolled his eyes.
"You know, your chest pain'll come back if you go too far into the undesired area." He sighed, as he leaned against the tree. I stopped, and turned around. I crossed my arms, and sit back on the log.

"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do until then?"

"Whatever you want. I'll be back." Anti shrugged his shoulders, and walked away from me.

"Wait, Anti?" I asked, and he turned back to me.

"What is it, dear?" He took steps towards me, and I looked up with him.

"What do you mean, the feeling was robbed from you-" I tried to continue speaking, but he put his finger on my lips, shushing me.

"I'm not to say."

"Why not?"
"The plotline will shatter to pieces." Huh?

"Plotlin-" He interrupted me again by putting up his hand. Plotline? Okay, is he crazy?
"The stupid bitch of a writer worked hard on it. Look, it doesn't matter."
"Uhh, what the fuck?"
"I have to go, dear. Sean'll get you back to reality." He hummed. He walked away from me, and I sat there for a little bit, going over all of his words again. I feel he could be a nice man… if he tried... I laid down on the log, but as I was getting comfortable (Hard to believe, as it was a log I was on but it wasn't that bad), I was woken up by a sweet aroma. It smelt amazing, what the hell? Never knew Mark could cook something… I wonder what he's making? I changed into some comfortable but reasonably stylish clothing. I don't plan on going out to some fancy place today, so why should I care? I took my phone with me, and got up to date with everything. I got a new message. I didn't check it this time, as I couldn't be bothered. Fuck your stupid little threats, unsaved number.
I sluggishly moved to the kitchen, where instead of Mark cooking I see Sean.

"Sean? What are you doing here?" I asked him. He had some kind of blue apron on, and he was wearing a green and white short-sleeved shirt. He brought over a cookbook? He... is cooking pancakes? That's nice but… huh?
"Oh, well Mark had to go somewhere earlier, and he said for me to wake you. Instead, I tried to make pancakes for you as a surprise, but you woke up earlier than I expected."
"Sorry."
"It's alright. Not sure how the pancakes'll turned out, but if you don't like 'em, I'll eat 'em." He joked. He put some of the pancakes on a plate.

"Where did you get the ingredients?" I asked.

"Went out to get some stuff earlier. You guys can keep whatever remains though." He replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!" He smiled, and gave me a plate of pancakes whilst he got his own. I sat at the table and Sean sat next to me. It wasn't a big table anyway. I tried a bit of Sean's pancake. Holy shit.

"Damn! These are good." I chirped. He chuckled.

"Glad you like 'em." He answered.

"Wait, by the way. Did Mark mention where he was going?" I questioned. Sean shook his head.

"Never mentioned anything specific. Only said he had to do something, and I didn't question anything." He sighed.

"Do we call him?" I asked. He nodded.

"Go ahead."

I take out my phone, and I dial his number. It rings, and rings.

"I'll put it on speaker." I responded, and Sean nodded. Come on, Mark, pick up…
"-dy Caeres, a load of bullsh- Oh, Hello?" We heard Mark answer. It seemed he was mumbling something before he said hello, and I couldn't catch all of it.

"Hey Mark! Where are you?" I asked.

"Isn't Sean there with you?"
"Yeah, he is. Care to say hello?"
"Just saw him, but hey Sean!"
"Hey Mark!" Sean replied to Mark.
"Just wanted to know where you are, you're missing out on some amazing breakfast." I boasted, and Sean smiled.
"Am I now? Hah. Well, enjoy yourselves. I have to do a couple of things."
"Such as?" I tried to ask, but he interrupted me.
"Wait… hello? The line's cutting." He said, but on my side it didn't seem like anything was wrong. No cutting of audio, or no long pauses.

"What? How? Where are you?"
"The lines going! I'll call you back!" He hurriedly explained, and he ended the call. It really didn't seem like the call was going… did he fake it? No, he wouldn't… right?
I'm doubting a friend I've known for years.
I have to trust him.
"It didn't sound like the line was cutting to me, did it to you?" Sean asked, as he took off the apron.
"I was about to point that out myself." I said. I finished off my pancake. I wish I didn't finish it so quickly. I got out of my seat, and took the plate. Sean picked up his plate, and we went to the kitchen.
"Put the dish in the sink, I'll wash it later." I explained, and he did so. As we were leaving to go out of the kitchen, he stops.

"Hey, [Y/N]?"
"Yeah?"
"What was it last night you wanted to show me?"

What do you do?
1) Tell him it's nothing, you don't want to worry him.
2) Avoid the question, it's something not to speak of.
3) Be completely truthful, you trust him, right?... right?
4) Be truthful, but only tell him what he asks you. You aren't sure of the situation yourself.

I'm so sorry again about not uploading it yesterday. If I do leave it for another day again, then it's more likely than not the same reason.
I was told my TMNTGFKittySidekick01 (thank you, btw) that you could do polls on the website, and I'm still trying to work out how you guys are going to vote on it. I'll keep trying for now!

Sorry again! XD